Small expectations can always be fulfilled quickly.

George and Fred were about to leave when Harry waved his wand, and a notebook flew out of his hat and landed on the two of them.

"This is Professor Dumbledore?" George became excited.

Harry nodded, "The first one, the beginner, I've read it, but I don't have much time to be distracted from it." ”

"Thank you so much!" George held it carefully.

The greatest alchemist must be Nicol Lemay, who died not long ago, and the second place after him, there are different opinions, and Dumbledore can definitely occupy one of the places.

Awesome!

This is the treasure of the alchemy world.

They sat down next to Ron, reading word by word.

Parchment, quills, and even more serious than they had been in Professor McGonagall's class.

The little lions were surprised.

In the midst of the accident, there was even a hint of panic.

What kind of assimilation power does Potter have, even people like George and Fred, can sit quietly and study seriously, they have even been sitting for half an hour!

It's even more incredible than Neville being able to pull out the Gryffindor Sword.

Many people have begun to wonder if they should tidy up a few bookshelves in the break room, and is it too late to transfer to Ravenclaw?

Harry continued to work on potions.

The blending of the "White Seagull" was unexpected, and it failed again, with an unpleasant fishy smell.

He kept trying.

Until late at night.

Harry had just boiled out a pot of wine that smelled okay.

He waved his wand and filled himself with a small cup.

The wine was slightly scarlet, and there was a cold wind-like aroma of wine, and a faint magic power fluctuated, he didn't hesitate to drink it in one gulp.

Like a clay tumble rolling down the throat, the sharp corners scraping the throat, popping, sinking heavily into the abdomen.

Blazing fire.

It rises from the esophagus and burns to the blood vessels and to the limbs.

Harry's face flushed, and he held his breath.

"Harry?" Hermione immediately noticed Harry's slightly trembling body, and she got up and walked over the barrier of the spell, the breath of the crucible rushing in, just the smell made her dizzy.

As soon as his feet were weak, he jumped into the crucible.

Harry's eyes were quick, he grabbed her by the back collar, tugged at her, grabbed her under his arm, and walked out with her.

Hermione was dazed, stepping out of the barrier of the spell, unable to smell the wine, and gradually regained her senses.

She tried to tilt her head, but all she could see was Harry's jaw.

Now my mind is full of questions.

Why did you choose this method?

Princess Percy ...... Phew, isn't Percy a good hug for Ginny's kind of princess?

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron looked up at them, a little hesitant.

Hermione blushed.

Why is Harry's face so red?

Hermione seemed to have just passed, and in less than a minute, what could they do to make themselves so red-faced......

Harry put Hermione on the chair, "I was boiling potions, and she burst in, and that's it." ”

Hermione struggled and said angrily, "Are you boiling potions?" The smell of alcohol is so strong, I've long suspected that Harry, you're not going to be an alcoholic. ”

"Alcohol is a man's romance." Fred looked up, a little dissatisfied with Hermione's words, "A mature man should learn to drink. ”

Ron was envious in his eyes, Harry and Percy were very close to him, even if it was just a little bit of alcohol, and he could only get drunk with the house-elf's butterbeer and not let him drink more.

Hermione didn't have time to speak.

Harry patted her on the head lightly, "Don't move. ”

Hermione was stunned.

"My dear brothers, I can't control the amount of alcohol well, and when I get drunk, I start to take off my robe and dance the four little swans, and they are all at the level of performing on stage." Harry reached out and reached for Hermione's face, "That's mature enough. ”

Hermione didn't dare move, and her face turned redder.

Fred is still arguing: "It was you who started us." ”

"I remember telling you about moderation, and I've barely been drunk." Harry peeled Hermione's eyelids open and examined the eyeballs inside.

Hermione didn't react a little, and her eyes subconsciously lifted upwards to see what Harry wanted to do.

He was gently patted on the head again.

"Relax your eyes, don't roll your eyes." Harry whispered.

Hermione leveled her gaze to the amulet hanging from her chest.

After checking one, and then another, Harry retracted his hands and body, "It's okay, it doesn't matter, drink this bottle of palliative." ”

Hermione was obedient: "Is that really a potion?" A poison? You ...... in the lounge."

At that moment, she thought she was finished.

The brain is down, and the body is not listening.

"It's not poison." Harry shook his head, "It's a base wine. ”

Hermione's eyes widened.

There was a "look at what you're talking about" expression on his face.

Obviously, just now I was saying that it was a magic potion, but now I say that it is wine......

Scold.

Is this a man?

"Some of the higher potions require base wine." Harry explained, "It's wine, but it's part of the potion. ”

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Harry, shall we have a taste?" Fred swallowed.

George also has some yearning.

Harry just laughed "huh" and ignored them.

"Harry." Fred pleaded again.

Harry shook his head, "Someone who gets drunk with a bottle of whiskey, don't ask for that." ”

The two were stunned and gritted their teeth.

What's wrong with the bad amount of alcohol!

If you love to drink, do you have to drink a good amount?

Harry glanced at them, "Don't try it secretly, just say it beforehand, it's wine to me, it's no different from poison to you." ”

"Half a cup can kill you."

Fred and George's faces turned pale.

"So dangerous?" George tilted his head back.

Harry nodded.

Everything in the witchers is, to the average person, poison.

The two brothers have always been very measured.

Harry sat back down and continued to boil the potion.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that thirteen bottles of white seagulls were concocted, carefully put into the sorting hat, and then they returned to the dormitory to sleep, when the lounge was already empty, and only Hermione, who was in a half-dazed state.

They went back to their dormitories.

Developing a new kind of magic can be painful, especially when there is a huge theoretical difference between the witcher's potion and the wizard's potion.

Harry first concocted the Cat's Eye Potion, a potion that enhances the Witcher's vision, giving the Witcher the ability to see normally in complete darkness without any light source, including but not limited to candlelight, moonlight, or fluorescence.

It is similar to the "snake eye potion".

However, the "Snake Eye Elixir" only allows wizards to see living things.

There are references, and logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult.

Harry thought so, he optimized the recipe of the snake eye potion, and mixed the cat's eye potion, but the result was a little bad, the boiled things were no different from the snake eye potion except that it was more difficult to drink than the snake eye potion, the effect was slightly better, and the red light emitted by those living creatures was stronger.

Even......

After the potion was successfully boiled, the white seagull, which was supposed to have some special effects, was assimilated, and the strong effect disappeared and became gentle.

Sword oil didn't have such a problem.

Idea, or method?

During this time, he ran more often to the library, and often asked Lupin for approval, looking through every banned book on potions.

Until the arrival of February.

At the beginning of spring, the snow begins to melt slowly.

From time to time, there were birds on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and Harry put them down for now, there was something more important for him to face.

Professor McGonagall's confinement class.

Harry waved his wand, his arm twisting and changing, smoothly transforming into a swan's wing.

McGonagall applauded him: "Great human deformation. ”

"If only Wood could be at your level." She sighed, "He's still a little short of the 'O' of the nwets right now." ”

"Gryffindors who aren't so good at Transfiguration are rare." Harry nodded, followed by a sigh of emotion.

McGonagall: "No, 'E' is already very good, and the Aurors only want to be at that level. ”

"No wonder." Harry snapped up to his senses, "I thought the Aurors were going to be very demanding. ”

McGonagall looked at him angrily, and with a wave of her wand, she lifted the Transfiguration Charm on his body, "That's the end of today's lesson, we can start experimenting with torso transformation next week." ”

"Professor, maybe I can try Animagus now?" Harry asked tentatively.

McGonagall was stunned and smiled, "Your current level is indeed enough to touch the Animagus, but are you ready?" ”

"I should be ready." Harry nodded, and in addition to his father's notes, he had flipped through a number of books about Animagus in the library.

A ceremony that lasts for a minimum of a month and a maximum of a year.

"No, not a magical preparation." McGonagall grimaced and said in a serious tone, "Animagus is not difficult, many wizards have such abilities. ”

As she spoke, she paused.

"Although there are only eight Animagus in this century, there are not many people who have the ability to master the Animagus."

"Professor Snape, Pomona, Philius, Albus, they all have this ability."

"At least ten people I know could try this spell, but none of them, do you know why?"

Harry frowned in thought, and hesitated to reply, "Is it because he is afraid that he will become an animal, not something he likes?" ”

"If my Animagus were a mouse, I don't think I would be able to accept it."

McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise and shook her head, "How could it be this, it's the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Every Animagus has to be registered with the Ministry of Magic, and a lot of wizards don't like that, they prefer the feeling of freedom."

(End of chapter)