In the end, Dumbledore was carried to the school hospital by everyone, and on the way, he happened to meet Madam Pomfrey, and he almost scared them to death when he saw this posture, and thought that Dumbledore was gone.

"Oh, it turned out to be a broken bone!"

Dumbledore had already used his magic to restore the misplaced bones and immobilize them, all he needed to do was go to the school hospital and drink potions and lie down for the night.

When drinking the bones, Dumbledore was still in the mood to complain that the potion was too unpleasant to drink, and he was simply embarrassed by the old man.

But, under Madam Pomfrey's watchful eye, he was ready to drink it all.

However, Professor Sgrahorn took the opportunity to recommend Ralph's potion flavor enhancer to Dumbledore.

After explaining to him a little, Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked which flavors were sweet.

Soon, the house-elf took more than a dozen sweet magic flavor enhancers for the bone-spirit.

After Professor Sgrahorn made strong assurances that it would not affect the efficacy, Pomfrève reluctantly agreed to add a magical flavor enhancer to the bones.

The other professors were also surprised, they had heard about this project for a long time, but they didn't expect it to be developed so quickly.

Professor Flitwick was very happy, even more joyful than the discovery of the thickener before, four Ravenclaws!

At the same time, they also heard about the name of the instructor, and they were a little interested in Ralph's group system, and they couldn't help but think about it.

Under Madam Pomfrey's watch, Dumbledore took a red watermelon-flavored flavor enhancer, pulled out the stopper, and he sniffed, but didn't smell anything.

Poured into the white bone spirit, the cool smell of a surging watermelon slowly dispersed, and the professors smelled it, and they all looked at the bottle of bone spirit in surprise.

The original texture has changed a little, from viscous to sparse, the color has changed from white to pink, and there are bubbles on the top.

"Horace, is this normal?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"It's not normal, Bobby, this vial of bones isn't perfect. Which bubbles are useless impurities and superfluous medicinal effects in them."

Professor Sgrahorn said.

"That's good, this bottle of bone spirit should be the one I got from St. Mungo's Hospital, I didn't expect it......

Madam Pomfrey said, her face a little unsightly, and neither did Professor McGonagall.

Watching the bubbles inside gradually dissipate, Professor Sgrahorn estimated the time and said:

"It's okay, it's still higher than the average quality on the market. When I teach the three little ones a little one, this simple potion can be handed over to them, and I just need to take care of the last step and wave my wand."

The professors looked at each other in amazement.

"Horace, can I add all of this to a potion vial?"

Dumbledore asked, pouting, as he drank the bones.

Professor Sgrahorn was stunned for a moment, realizing that they had not carried out the corresponding experiment.

"I'm sorry, Albus, we didn't think about it, but I don't think so."

Professor Sgrahorn said that in fact, the addition of more specialized types has no effect other than affecting the efficacy of the drug.

Because they are the same except for the main ingredient that is responsible for the taste.

However, adding too many flavor enhancers can cause the priorities to be reversed, and their purpose is to make the potion more palatable, not to make the potion a drink.

In this way, a single flavor enhancer is far from satisfying people's requirements.

Perhaps, they should make some flavor enhancers with a variety of flavors, or whiteboards of flavor enhancers, and let the user add the main ingredients they want to taste in.

Looks like Ralph and they're busy again.

However, they don't need to take the Potions exam this semester, and Professor Sgrahorn has promised to give each of them an "O", except for a little reluctance when he looks at William.

But after asking a few questions, Professor Sgrahorn agreed without pressure.

William's potion level is far higher than that of a first-year freshman, and as long as there is no problem in the written test, he can get an "O" score.

Professor Sgrahorn pushed the boat and included him.

The flavor enhancer group consists of five people, and everyone has the opportunity to complete potions independently, except for the important potions.

The most shocking thing is still Ralph, when he brews potions on his own, he often operates on multiple lines.

While the others were adjusting the heat, Ralph heated the cauldron over and over again, and manipulated the tools to handle the potions.

Only the eight-eyed spider was able to compare to Ralph.

On the other side, after Ralph puts on the tiara, his consciousness is plunged into a mysterious space.

This is a white space, filled with surging white mist, glowing with colorful starlight, as if sprinkled far away, as if there is nothing, looming.

Behind him, a river flowed from afar, flowing into the distance, slowly advancing through the white mist.

To the right is a rolling mountain that seems to be the origin of the river, and like the mountain where he once fought the fire dragon.

To the left is a wide field, as seen from the Hogwarts Express, and as seen from flying over the Scottish Highlands.

Ahead, a path, paved with cobblestones, stretched ahead, like the one he had had come of in Hogsmeade's home.

Walking along the path, the first thing that catches your eye is a thundercloud hanging in the sky, and lightning flickers in the thundercloud, hidden and hidden.

Walking further, I was greeted by a small wooden house, much like my home in Hogsmeade, but with a big difference.

Glancing, Ralph was on the chair on his right, and saw an old phantom, a blood-colored baby being held in his arms

Although babies are far more condensed than the elderly need, they still can't break free from the shackles of the elderly.

The old man was not teasing the baby in his arms, but looked up at Ralph and smiled kindly as Albus, but his smile was noticeably more natural, and his surroundings brightened up a lot, as if he were in a mood for joy.

Ralph looked at the old man, and a sense of intimacy welled up in his heart, and although his face was so unfamiliar, it still seemed like another self.

Will it be the self you grew up with? Ralph looked closely, not like, not at all.

The illusory old man was very ordinary, just like the old men he had seen when he had become a bird and was learning language in Muggle society.

"You're here."

The old man stood up, clinkerily holding the baby in his arms, and said to Ralph.

Ralph nodded, looking at him quizzically.

"Confused? If it were me, so would I. What I didn't expect was that we met so early, and this little guy has a lot of credit!"

The illusory old man shook the baby in his arms, and the baby cursed viciously, but what ushered in a brain meltdown.

"Let's go in and sit down, this is our home."

The old man spoke gently, opened the door and led Ralph inside.

There didn't seem to be a difference from the living room of his own house, and Ralph looked around.

"Don't you remember yet?"

The old man looked at Ralph and asked.

Ralph shook his head in confusion.

Seeing this, the old man stretched out his index finger and nodded at the center of his eyebrows.

Ralph fell into a layer of memories.