Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"The Manifestation Potion can restore wizards who have cast Transfiguration or taken the Compound Potion to their original appearance. "

Altaïr processed the materials and threw them into the crucible in order.

Glancing at Ron, who was still seriously making fire clearing, the corners of his mouth tugged unconsciously.

"Altaïr, are you really helping Madara refine potions?"

Hermione on the side also finished refining the fire clearing potion, she poured the potion out of the crucible, wiped the sweat on her head, and was about to call Snape, when she found that Altaïr on the side was busy living.

"Well, after all, I already promised Ron. "

Altaïr nodded, and the wand in his hand waved, guiding the materials inside the crucible to merge with each other.

Hermione sat on the side and looked at it, and found that there was some material in the crucible that she did not recognize, so she asked:

"You're not refining a primary potion, are you?

"Some of them were found in the mountains when I went to Switzerland for Christmas, and some were bought in Diagon Alley. "

Altaïr replied, looked at the fire, cast a spell, and covered the crucible with 13 lids.

"I hope the potion you refined will be useful to Madara Ban, that mouse is indeed quite pitiful. "

Although Hermione didn't like mice, Madara was a pet after all, and he was also a very old rat, and it was pitiful to be blown away by Malfoy's magic.

"It definitely works, and I promise it will be alive in a moment." "

Altaïr chuckled, now that all the ingredients in the crucible had been put away, he only waited for five minutes to arrive, then opened the lid to cast a spell, then added the source of life, and kept stirring for another ten minutes.

"I believe you..."

Hermione replied with a smile, she saw Snape leave from another little wizard, so she hurriedly raised her hand.

"Miss Granger... You finish quickly, too. "

Professor Snape walked over, picked up the potion bottle on Hermione's desk, shook it lightly, and then sniffed the potion in the bottle.

"Good, good quality, but one of the ingredients was put in ten seconds earlier, and the stirring speed was not uniform enough... But overall not bad. "

Snape put the potion bottle down and commented a few words, not saying that he wanted to give Hermione extra points.

And Hermione had long been used to it, and humbly accepted Snape's guidance.

"Thank you professor, I'll pay attention next time." "

"Hmm..."

Hermione's attitude satisfied Snape, and he was just about to leave when he suddenly smelled a special smell.

"This is..."

Snape noticed Altaïr next to him, his gaze fell on the crucible in front of Altaïr, his eyes showed curiosity, and he asked:

"Altaïr, what are you refining?"

"A potion that restores the spirit of living beings, and the formula is something I saw in an old book. "

Altair's words made Snape's brow frown.

The smell he emanated from the crucible could vaguely tell what ingredients Altaïr had used, and together these things should not have this effect.

"Maybe it was written blindly by that old book..."

Snape thought so, but did not explain, just said to Altaïr:

"Don't try it yourself easily after refining... Try other animals first. "

"I know, Professor Snape... Ron brought his mice and offered to help me test the medicine. "

"Oh?"

Snape was a little surprised, and glanced strangely at Ron, who was still busy brewing gunpowder outside a few tables.

"That's good. "

Snape said, turning his back to the other little wizards.

And Hermione was already stunned by the conversation the two had just had.

It wasn't until Snape left that Hermione reacted, looked at Altaïr, and asked with some disbelief: (Read the Violent Novel, just go to the Feilu Novel Network!)

"What does Professor Snape mean by what he just said?"

"Literally. "

Altaïr replied, his chin clenched and staring at the bubbling crucible on the table.

"My feeling is... Professor Snape thinks this potion doesn't have the effect you said... Maybe it's toxic... He was obviously worried just now, afraid that you would test the medicine yourself. "

"Don't worry, no, you think too much. "

Altaïr saw that the time was almost there and lifted the lid.

The material in the crucible had melted into a ball, black and looked sticky.

Altaïr poured half a pot of water into it, then picked up a long spoon and stirred it clockwise.

"But... Ron is here to save you... I'm not asking you to try the medicine..."

Hermione was still a little worried, not that she was worried about Ron and Madara but that if something happened, it would not affect Altaïr well.

"It's all the same, I haven't refined this potion before, this is the first time... So it's no problem to say it's a test drug. "

Altaïr said, and his voice changed:

"But even if it is the first time, with my talent, I will definitely be able to refine it perfectly. "

"Yes, yes, yes... You're the best. "

Seeing Altaïr's immodest expression, Hermione reluctantly agreed, leaving him a good-looking roll, and then got up to help the Petyr sisters.

Hermione had just left, and Pansy on the other side found an opportunity, ran over quickly, and sat in Hermione's seat.

"Altaïr... What are you refining? I have a material that can't be handled well... Can you help me?"

Pansy said softly, and before Altaïr could speak, Hermione, who had just left, ran back.

"Altaïr is helping Ron's spotted practice potion, now not 357 can be distracted, I'll help you!"

It turned out that Hermione found that as soon as she left, Pansy took her place, and she didn't care to help the Petyr sisters, said sorry to them, and ran back.

"I don't believe you, I only believe Altaïr... Big deal, I'll wait for him for a while. "

Pansy snorted and turned her head arrogantly.

Hermione stared at her breathlessly, afraid that the sound of the argument would disturb Altaïr and not drive her away, so she sat next to her, and the two stared at each other, neither of them speaking.

In an eerie atmosphere, Altaïr mechanically stirs the crucible until all the paste blends perfectly.

Altaïr then lowered his spoon, waved his wand, and chanted a spell.

A black light bloomed from inside the crucible, and Pansy's wow, attracted the attention of many little wizards.

Under the action of magic, the originally viscous potion of the dry pot gradually opened and turned into a blue-black transparent liquid.

"Done!"

Altaïr poured the liquid inside the crucible into the bottle and shook it a few times, and the liquid inside the bottle was very clear and showed no sign of turbidity.

"Perfect quality!"

Artest laughed, he stood up, walked in front of Ron, shook the potion in his hand, and said:

"It's done, give me Madara ..."