It took a while for Harry and Ron to distract Hermione from this trivial issue, and they brought the conversation back to Quidditch.

By the end of the afternoon, when the sun had set over the slopes, the atmosphere around the camp was getting hotter and hotter, with Bulgarians holding flags and shouting everywhere, hawkers full of strange things falling from the sky, and leprechauns laughing and flying in the crowd.

When night falls, and the Quidditch World Cup finally begins, the venue becomes a complete carnival, and the Ministry of Magic has no control over the crazed wizards, allowing the noise, shouts, and all sorts of magical phenomena to mingle under the night sky.

Ning An sat cross-legged on the floor of the tent, with three lead cauldrons in front of him, steaming steam coming out, the automatic stirring rod kept stirring, and the lid of the pot was halfway obliquely covered, and the thick dark green liquid inside could be faintly seen.

From time to time, he lifted the lid of the pot to check it, or stirred it twice with his own hands, and beside him, several transparent glassware contained four or five unadded materials, including spider pancreas, a pair of snake pupils, human brains, and a clear liquid of unknown biological lymph.

These things were all taken from Old Wiles's shop, and Ning An really had to thank the Traceless Stretching Charm for turning his small box into a treasure chest, and he was slowly picking up a dish of vessels with human brains and pouring them into a crucible in the middle, and Parney happened to walk in excitedly from outside the tent.

"Are you really not going? It's going to be buzzing out there – oh my God, this is the World Cup! Every four years! ”

Pani? Starr had a large number of ornaments hanging on his body, and a glowing green rose badge pinned to his chest, which flashed and screamed:

"Connolly! - Ryan! - Troy! …… Lin Qi! - "It seems to be the name of the Irish national team members, and it is shouting over and over again, and Pani seems excited about it.

Ning An sniffed intently at the crucible that had just been put into the human brain, a strange aroma came to his nose, he pursed his lips, closed the lid of the pot, and at the same time said without looking back:

"I just hope you remember what we're here for, Pani - and can you shut up your badge first, it's a bit noisy."

"Oh, sorry - I mean, of course!"

Pani then noticed that Ning An was still mixing potions, and Ning An had been doing this all afternoon since he went out, and he pressed the green badge on his chest, and his screaming stopped abruptly.

But that's not all, the Irish flag behind him shook and played the national anthem, the miniature statues of two Irish national team players walked back and forth on Pani's shoulders, looking high-spirited, and the finger-thick model of the firebow arrow around the circle, flying around Pani "buzzing", he was like a humanoid playground at the moment, the children would be very happy to surround him, and Pani seemed to be very satisfied with his dress.

"That's what a fan should be, are you sure you don't want to go to the game? Ning'an? I bet it's going to be exciting from the beginning to the end. ”

Ning An opened the lid of the pot on the far left again, poured a pair of snake pupils into it, and after the liquid churned violently for a while, it gradually turned from dark green to stone gray like a stone wall, he nodded with satisfaction, and then gently closed the lid.

"I'm not going, I wish you a good time."

Ning An didn't take his eyes off the three cauldrons in front of him from beginning to end, but that didn't prevent him from talking to Pani.

"Well, I'm sure it's going to be a great game......"

With some regret, Pani untied the Irish flag draped behind him, and the national anthem stopped, and he sat down cross-legged behind Ning An, there was still a while before the time of the game, and it was not yet open for admission.

As if suddenly remembered, Ning An turned around, reached out and handed a sticker the size of a fingernail to Pani and said to him:

"No, stick this on Laurel so we can find her then."

He looked directly at Pani and said seriously, "Laurel will definitely go to the game, this is your only task, I don't want to hear you mess up this Pani." ”

Panistal also put away his laughter, regained his calm and restrained expression, took a small piece of sticker, looked at it and put it in his arms, and subconsciously pushed the glasses that no longer existed on the bridge of his nose

"Of course, please rest assured."

"Hmm"

Ning An nodded, turned back to take care of the potion he was brewing, and said faintly: "Maybe it's time to buy you glasses, it's really weird to hold the frame like this." ”

Pani scratched his head and snorted a little embarrassed

"I'm used to it, and even if I haven't worn it for a year, sometimes I still do it unconsciously."

By the time there were ten minutes left before entering the camp, the footsteps of the crowd outside the camp were no different from the sound of the waves, and the air was mixed with shouts, laughter, and the singing of the national anthem, as if some kind of inspirational signal, and dragged Pani out of the tent and joined the endless procession.

The tent was quiet again, Ning An took care of himself to adjust the potion, he used a sharp knife transformed into a teacup, and finally cut the spider pancreas into three pieces, poured them into three crucibles, stirred slightly, covered the pot, and it was basically done.

If Ning An really learned anything in the year of the Hellfort, he thought that it might not be the wandless spellcasting, not the extensive reading, but the things boiled in the three cauldrons in front of him, which was a magic that he had developed completely by himself.

Strictly speaking, this is not a potion, Ning An prefers to call it a magic prop, but this is a potion form prop.

After reading countless books, Ning An discovered that many ancient wizards did not use wands to cast spells, so they derived their own unique ways of casting spells, the most widespread of which was to rely on magic items to store magic.

For example, many wizards will wear precious magic rings and magic necklaces to release spells based on the magic stored in them, but this method of casting spells is too extravagant, and after careful research, Ning An found that this is actually very inefficient.

Storing a magic in such a magic prop often takes a few days to a few weeks, and it has to be recharged after each use, and after wearing more such magic props, it will inevitably cause the phenomenon of mutual rejection of mana, which will eventually affect the casting effect.

Not to mention that those gems that can store magic are extremely precious and cherished, and they are all like family heirlooms.

After a long period of research and experimentation in the Castle, Ning An was pleasantly surprised to create a unique prop for storing magic, which he called the "Magic Storage Potion".

A bottle of storage potion can store a set of magic, when you use it, you only need to break the bottle to release the spell, the advantage is that it is fast, convenient, after the potion is made, you can immediately store the corresponding magic, and the power is related to the maker, and has nothing to do with the user, only a small amount of magic traction is needed.

In other words, it may be possible for a young wizard to release an unforgivable spell, but this is only in the theoretical stage, after all, Ning An has never let others use this kind of prop.

The downside is that it is disposable, and although the magic filling process is fast, the process of making potions is also not easy, and in addition to time, the types of magic that can be stored in potions made of different materials are also different.

At this point, Ning An himself did not explore all the classifications, according to his assumption, almost every kind of magic that existed corresponded to a corresponding potion of magic storage, but he could only make three at present.

Lead cauldrons were chosen because of their toxicity, and wizards who liked to mix poisons usually used them to make medicines, storing potions of evil spells, similar to poisons in the crafting process.

The pot that was put into the snake pupil was a storage potion that could store the petrification spell, and when it was boiled dry, it turned into a few drops of dry stone-gray liquid that was viscous and almost solidified, Ning An carefully picked up the crucible and poured a few drops of the liquid into the prepared thumb-sized glass bottle, which happened to fill one bottle.

A pot with human brains was used to store the coma spell, and a small piece of spider pancreas was put into it, and after boiling, it gradually evaporated to a few drops of essence, and it was also carefully poured into a glass bottle the size of a finger.

The final pot was filled with the Giant's Lymph, the only non-evil spell storage potion made by Ning An, which could store the Iron Armor Charm.

The spider pancreas plays a similar role in the production, and each potion can only really store magic after adding the spider pancreas, of course, all the materials are far more than these few, but these four are the most important.

Ning An placed three small glass bottles vertically in front of him, unsealed, one stone gray, one dark red, and one almost colorless.

He drew his ebony wand, the tip of which tapped the stone-gray glass rim

"All Petrochemicals"

The spell slid out of the wand and flowed into the bottle, like a cloud of smoke melted into the water, floating and circling in the small glass bottle, Ning An took out a small wooden cork like a fingernail cap, blocked the mouth of the bottle, and a storage potion was ready.

Then he made the potions of the Unconscious Charm and the Iron Armor Charm in turn, and tied three vials to his waist with a thin straw bag twisted into a knot, and in a trance, the noise around the camp had disappeared, and the boiling cheers of the distant playing field could still be heard even here.

Ning An carried the three crucibles out of the tent, ready to clean them a little with the water that Pani had brought before.

Outside the tent, the moon was thin, and a thin mist covered the entire slope, and he could see the lights of the playing field flickering far away, like a huge sun in the night, sucking in all the light, heat, and voices.

The two venues were in stark contrast, and Ning An couldn't help but wonder, maybe there was no one else in the camp now.

The wind blew, rolling away the mist, Ning An put the washed crucible into the tent, leaned on the tent support frame outside the door, and looked up silently at the Quidditch arena in the distance, even here he could vaguely hear the narrator's voice casting a loud curse.

"There was a ...... Ski...... Action...... Krum...... Bulgaria ......"

Ning An didn't care if he heard clearly, he knew that the Bulgarian Seeker Krum would catch the snitch, but the Irish team would win, if it wasn't for the body of Deputy Martin, he would also choose to gamble with Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, and it was not a bad thing to earn some gold.

Just when Ning An was busy, the atmosphere in the stadium was very hot, the players on both sides were more and more intense, and the Irish team was already leading by a full 100 points, and they began to use some small actions to try to win the game by any means.

The outcome of this game really doesn't matter to Ning An, back to before the game started

Parney touched the ticket in his hand, and he was still speechless, secretly lamenting that Martin and Allen were really Quidditch fans, and they were really willing to spend money for the World Cup, and they didn't know how they got the seats in the top box.

But it was clear that this had made it easier for Pani to move, and almost all of the people sitting here were some of the biggest names in the wizarding world, many of whom were Allen's colleagues in the Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Lanz and his daughter were of course no exception to the box, and they sat in a row in front of Pani.

Pani? Starr couldn't help but cheer that luck was too good, he had thought that he would inevitably run into Barty here? Crouch – Allen's boss in the International Department of Magical Cooperation is frustrated.

Now he suddenly felt that even being scolded in public by Crouch was not unacceptable, after all, it was Allen who was scolded? Kruger and not Tapani? Starr.

Today, however, Parney seemed to be favored by the heavens, and Crouch did not appear, but his house-elf came, and sat in the middle of a group of wizards, taking an empty seat next to her master.

"Mr. Allen?"

Just when Pani was secretly happy, there was an abrupt shout from beside him, which startled him, and he subconsciously reached out and touched the wand on his waist.

"Oops"

Pani cursed inwardly, his reaction was obviously a little excessive, and the three young men and women who turned their heads to the side looked at him in surprise, it was Harry? Potter, Ron? Weasley and Hermione? Granger.

It was the girl who greeted her, Hermione.

Now all three of them looked at Pani with a hint of doubt, and Pani put down his hand embarrassedly, hurriedly adjusted his expression, and said with a smile:

"Hey! Hello, why don't you see Mr. Weasley. ”

"Dad and Mr. Bagman are talking, so let's come up first." Ron said as he took a few steps inside

"Sorry, please give way, our seats are here." Behind him, a string of red-haired people walked by, twins, a little girl, Ginny, and two older Weasley family members, who Pani remembered not seeming to see at the camp before.

Eventually, Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat next to him.

"Mr. Allen, where has Mr. Martin gone?" Hermione looked around, not noticing the chubby figure, and asked Pani with a strange look on her face.

"Oh, poor fellow—" Pani patted his head sadly

"He's having a terrible stomachache, and I guess he ate something he shouldn't have eaten — it was terrible."

"Oh, it's so pitiful, the World Cup only comes once every four years, and Mr. Martin actually missed it like this." Ron poked his head out from Harry and Hermione's seats and looked at Parney with a look of regret, clearly saddened by what had happened to "Martin".

Harry looked sympathetic, too, but Hermione stared straight at Parney, her face full of suspicion.

Pani had to laugh a few times to resolve the embarrassment: "The silence will end here, he may be able to watch the replay with a panoramic telescope - let's enjoy the game!" ”