The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 495 Victory (Please subscribe, please bookmark, please vote)
Just as Slughorn was preparing to start class, a student suddenly asked a question.

"Professor, you haven't told us what's in it yet?" Ernie Macmillan, a pure-blood wizard from Hufflepuff, pointed to a small black crucible on the podium. The potion in the small crucible splashed happily, its color was like molten gold, and large drops of liquid jumped on the surface, like goldfish, but not a drop spilled outside.

"Huh!" Slughorn exclaimed, but Ryan believed that he had not forgotten this thing at all. He exclaimed purely because someone asked the question as he expected for some dramatic effect. But the effect was really good, and the whole class was attracted, even Malfoy who had been whispering after class was no exception.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are seeing now is the most magical potion here, called Felicity." After saying this, he turned his gaze to Hermione, "I think our smart Miss Granger must know what this potion does, right?"

"It's a lucky potion, it will bring you good luck!" Hermione was very excited. Ever since Ryan guided them to contact and master the power of rules, they began to have great interest in this potion. Because they judged that this potion was the only potion among the known potions that could touch the rules. It was a pity that they could not find any clues about this potion except the name of this potion. Even in the black market of Knockturn Alley, this potion was not in stock.

So now, the moment they saw this potion, Ryan and Hermione's eyes sparkled with desire. They wanted to take the potion away and analyze it right away.

Fortunately, everyone in the classroom now looked at the potion with eager eyes, so Slughorn ignored Ryan and the others' eyes. He said in an excited tone: "Very correct, add another ten points to Gryffindor. The brewing process of Felix Felicis is very complicated. Once you make a mistake, the consequences will be disastrous. However, if it is brewed properly, just like the one in this crucible, you will find that no matter what you do, you will succeed easily... at least before the effect of the potion wears off."

At this point, his expression became a little dazed, his eyes full of memories: "I used it twice, once when I was 24 and once when I was 57. I took two spoons at breakfast. Those two days were perfect. Of course, once the dosage of this medicine is slightly more, it will have extremely bad side effects, including but not limited to dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance. Of course, occasionally, use it cautiously-"

Slughorn pulled out a teardrop-shaped potion bottle from his bosom and showed it to the whole class. "This small bottle of potion will be the prize for this class. It can bring twelve hours of good luck. Of course, this potion is forbidden to be used in organized competitions."

Seeing his students' full interest being aroused and looking at him with eager eyes, Slughorn suddenly became excited, "How can you win this wonderful prize? Please turn to page 10 of Advanced Potion Making. You need to brew a dose of Life and Death Water in the next hour or so. The one who does the best will win this small bottle of Felicity Potion. Okay, let's get started!"

There was a sharp scraping sound as everyone pulled the crucible in front of them, and then there was the clatter of weights being placed on the scale and the rustling of pages. But no one spoke, and everyone was concentrating.

Glancing at Harry's book, Ryan saw that the blank spaces on each page of his old book were as dark as the places where the potion was printed. This meant that the power of fate allowed Harry to get Snape's old book that was destined to belong to him. If Ryan wanted to get the lucky potion, he would need to use some extra methods.

He drew out his wand and pointed it at the materials on the table, then drew runes lightly in the air and whispered a spell in Quenya. "Decompose, extract, fuse—"

As he released his magic, runes the size of rice grains floated out and formed lines of red light, and finally formed a pentagram magic circle surrounded by double rings with the crucible as the core. The raw materials on the table also floated up one by one, and were sliced, ground, and squeezed for juice according to Ryan's wand.

This movement naturally attracted the attention of others, but the students were thinking about the prize of the Felicity Potion, so they just looked at it and then turned their eyes away to do their own things. Only Slughorn showed a look of shock on his face. He stood directly beside Ryan and watched Ryan's operation. This is a simple application of the rule of change. The magic circle in front of him is actually an incomplete field for alchemy formed by Ryan using the rule of change to drive magic. In the prototype of this field, Ryan can easily analyze, decompose, and reorganize all the substances in the field that do not involve the rules, and at the same time eliminate external interference as much as possible.

Just five minutes later, while others were still frantically mixing, Ryan's crucible was already filled with light blue steam, and the liquid in the crucible turned into a well-mixed, tea-brown liquid. Then he waved his wand, and the sleepy beans automatically lined up in a small group, squeezed themselves dry above the crucible, and jumped into the trash can under the table.

After adding the sleepy bean juice, the potion in the pot immediately turned into a light blue color. Then, under Ryan's command, the liquid in the pot began to swirl, and gradually the color of the liquid gradually became lighter, first turning pink, and then becoming clearer and clearer. 40 minutes after the start, Ryan felt that the potion was ready and waved his hand. The churning liquid in the crucible immediately calmed down, and at this time the liquid in the crucible was as clear as water.

"What a miracle! Are you an alchemist?" Slughorn said excitedly after checking the potion made by Ryan. "I have rarely seen such a high level of alchemy as you demonstrated today."

"How do you know this isn't magic?" Ryan asked curiously. Distinguishing between alchemy and ordinary magic requires careful observation, and Slughorn didn't get close just now, he just took a look at it from a distance and recognized it. This made Ryan feel a little confused.

"Haha." Slughorn smiled. "We wizards can use magic, but why do we have to do everything manually, whether it's processing potion materials or brewing them? That's because the weak magic power that overflows during casting will contaminate the potion, thereby reducing the potion's effectiveness. Only alchemists who have reached a certain level can use magic without affecting the effect of the medicine itself."

"Is that so?" Ryan felt that he didn't know this knowledge because he was not a wizard, so he didn't know some knowledge that could be considered common sense in the magical world.

In the following time, Ryan put the potion into the crystal bottle and cleaned the table. Then he took out a book of alchemy materials he had copied from the school library from his space bag and started reading it. Slughorn began to patrol the entire classroom. However, unlike Professor Snape, he was just patrolling and didn't say anything.

Finally, after an hour, Slughorn began to walk slowly between the tables, checking each cauldron in turn. But he remained silent during the process. Most people's products were not very good. For example, Ron's product was similar to asphalt, and Ernie's product was a strange blue color. However, Hermione's product was excellent, and Harry's potion was unexpectedly good.

"You are as clever as your mother." Slughorn patted Harry on the shoulder and praised him, then took out the teardrop-shaped bottle and walked towards Ryan.

"Our Mr. Liang is the undisputed winner!" He said loudly to the whole class in the underground classroom when he handed the Felicis Felicis to Ryan. "I have never seen a young wizard of this age capable of doing this. Here, take it - I mean what I say. I will give you a bottle of Felicis Felicis. Use it well!"

Ryan quickly stuffed the small bottle into his pocket amid the envious eyes of the crowd. It happened that he had no other classes in the afternoon. After he hurried back to the common room, he put down his textbook and prepared to follow the plan they had discussed in advance, calling Hermione to go to the alchemy laboratory to study the secrets of the felicity potion.

(End of this chapter)