Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 394 Failed Experiment

Lucky elixir is a magic potion that can bring good luck to people.

If you drink it, you'll find that no matter what you do, you'll succeed... at least until the effects wear off.

As an excellent student in Potions, Harry naturally knew about it.

This is a potion that takes an extremely long time to brew and involves very complicated and tedious steps.

The blood substitute potion in Harry's hand was nothing compared to it.

The only difficulty in Harry's potion was actually the materials, followed by superb magical skills, which were required to digest it through dancing and spells.

Without the latter, this potion would only temporarily increase the body's sensitivity.

But now, Harry heard something. The potion in his hand, which in his eyes was not comparable to the Felicis Felix, actually had similar side effects!

"Oh my God!"

"But it's not written in the book!" Even Harry, who had become a little arrogant, couldn't help but panic.

You know, the reason why Felicis Felix has not become a standard item for some potion masters is entirely because of its side effects - it can cause dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance.

No matter how self-righteous a wizard is, after drinking it once, he would not dare to drink it a second time.

Especially after suffering because of it.

But now, he, Harry Potter, had to drink a hundred doses of this potion, which had side effects similar to those of Felicis Felix.

"Do you know why you have to get up at 6 o'clock?" Ryan did not answer directly, but turned the wand in his hand like Harry just did.

Only then did Harry notice that Ryan's wand was very beautiful. It had an ivory texture and was covered with mysterious-looking patterns.

"Why?" Harry didn't know how to answer, nor did he think about it.

He felt dizzy as all his attention was focused on Ryan's wand.

"It's simple. Get up early and digest the side effects of the potion earlier." Ryan's wand stopped turning and he casually put it into his pocket.

“This is digestible!”

"I guess I'll be back to normal in two or three hours." Harry regained his confidence and breathed a sigh of relief.

“So I said similar.”

"It will take about an hour to digest. I suggest you don't go see Ginny during this time." Ryan said. Harry frowned in confusion, but still had that confident smile on his face.

"Your smile right now is really stupid." After saying that, Ryan disappeared from the spot just as strangely as he had just appeared.

"Do I really look stupid?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Really, if it wasn't for this expression on your face, I would want to punch you in the face," Ron complained.

He could finally speak.

He couldn't get a word in the conversation between Harry and Ryan just now.

What is Felix?

He had no idea what the side effects were or how serious they were.

But as Ginny's brother and Harry's friend, he felt it was necessary for him to tell Harry how much he deserved a beating.

"I suggest you go get some sleep."

"You can rest here and avoid Ginny who might come in at any time and see your stupid face." Ron walked to the door and waved Harry to get on the bed. "But I'm still wondering why this side effect is not mentioned in the book." Harry climbed onto the bed with a smile that looked like he deserved a beating.

"Doesn't the book already say to get up at 6 o'clock? It just gives you time to do something stupid alone." Ron couldn't help rolling his eyes.

Ryan, who had just left, remembered something because of Harry's matter, an experiment that should have been accepted long ago.

Deep in Nottingham Forest, in an ancient castle, in the basement, the Gubler fairy fire on the wall was glowing milky white.

In the dark basement, rows of black crucibles were laid out on the ground in an orderly manner. There was no open flame on the ground, only the magic patterns of the orange cat Huang surging at the bottom of the pots, bringing them a hint of warmth.

The potion in the 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.

"Lord God, how is the progress?" A figure stepped out from the gray film in the air.

A human face appeared on the metal wall. "Master, the magic circle has been used to refine the potion. We have conquered the most difficult Felicity Potion."

"Unfortunately, the thought of feeling lucky is not as easy to replenish as the pain required for the potion of despair." Ryan sighed as he looked at the pile of lucky elixirs in front of him.

The despair potion in Ryan's mouth was the same potion that Voldemort kept in the stone basin on his island in the Lake of the Inferi.

Voldemort crafted it into a timeless potion - a potion that would never run out or remain effective forever.

The original potion serves as the source, absorbing the surrounding pain to derive new potion liquid while keeping the source from deteriorating.

And this pain is provided by the Inferi who are trapped in corpses for eternity.

This kind of eternity is actually very easy to break, just drink it in one breath.

But Voldemort hid the source of the spark in the stone basin and the space where the locket was hidden.

This means that the potion actually has two sources.

Only when the wizard drinks the potion in the stone basin himself, the source of the potion in the space where the locket is hidden will disappear and the locket will appear.

After taking the locket away, the despair potion hidden in the stone basin will begin to absorb the pain and brew the potion again.

This is the principle of the Eternal Potion, and the exquisite magic and potion knowledge covered in that stone basin.

However, to make an eternal potion from an ordinary potion, there is no need for emotions. All one needs to do is to be in a magical environment - that is, in a magical magnetic field that exists as long as wizards exist.

Potions like the Felicity Potion and the Despair Potion, which are extremely powerful and touch upon illusory concepts, would be so troublesome.

"Lord God, Jack and the others' emotions didn't work?" Ryan, in mortal mode, did not think about connecting to the Lord God.

But he just discovered that these potions had absorbed the emotions of Jack and the others.

If his idea was true, a powerful and emotionally charged magical race like house-elves should have enough quantity and quality to transform the potion into an eternal potion.

Especially the house-elves in his family, their treatment is unmatched by any other pure-blood family.

Under his command, it should be easy to feel that you are most fortunate.

Moreover, this idea was obtained by Ryan after "thinking".

"Master, I have learned from your visual observation that the emotions are sufficient, the potion is fine, and the liquid medicine does have a tendency to last forever, but every time it reaches the last step, it suddenly fails."

"In the end, the quality of the elixir was only slightly improved, and the emotions were wasted." said the face on the wall.

"Another curse?"

"Could it be that some idiot has done this again with a power that wizards can't control?" Ryan couldn't help but swear.

(End of this chapter)