Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

Furthermore, the basic knowledge about concentrating and diluting potions was also reviewed and learned.

After finishing organizing her notes, Vizette walked out of the office. Night had already fallen, and looking out the window, all she could see was darkness; she couldn't see either the stars or the moon.

It was precisely because of this gloomy weather that the cold and dampness struck, causing the flu to spread at Hogwarts.

……

In the school hospital, the fireplace flames burned brightly, trying to dispel the cold and dampness as much as possible.

Lady Pomfrey looked at the delivered potion and immediately became curious, "Three types of energizers?"

The flu is a very common illness that occurs every now and then, so she is naturally very familiar with energy drinks.

Following Snape's previous instructions, Vizette pointed to one of the boxes of potions and said, "This is a stimulant that Professor Snape specifically instructed us to supply to Gryffindor House."

Madam Pomfrey nodded with a half-smile. "Actually, this potion... is quite popular among some Gryffindors."

"I remember when they had the flu before, they would come to the school clinic to get their potions and compete to see who could finish their energy drink the fastest."

Wizette couldn't help but chuckle. "Mrs. Pomfrey, you didn't tell Professor Snape about this... did you?"

“Well… that child…” Mrs. Pomfrey sighed, “and these two stimulants… this one looks like the most common one, did you make it?”

Vize nodded and said, "Yes, it's prepared exactly according to the recipe, so the quality should be acceptable."

Lady Pomfrey said, "Snape may have a peculiar personality, but the fact that he trusts you to brew potions shows that he has confidence in you."

She picked up a bottle of potion from the third box, examining the orange sheen on the bottle. "This energizer is... unlike anything I've ever seen before, an improved version?"

"Yes, sweeteners were added," Wizette said.

"He's actually willing to modify the flavor." Madam Pomfrey was somewhat surprised, and rambled on, "It seems that... the potions from last school year were a bit different."

"Since you're willing to improve the taste, it would be great if you could provide some preventative measures. That way, we can prevent the flu in advance and avoid being caught off guard at this point."

Vizette blinked. "A preventative?"

"Just a small suggestion from the school doctor," Mrs. Pomfrey waved her hand. "Taking preventative measures regularly will make things much better."

"To avoid situations where students all rush here at once, it can get quite busy sometimes!"

After a moment's thought, Vizette said, "If it's just a preventative measure, I might give it a try."

Mrs. Pomfrey seemed somewhat surprised. "Oh? Are you planning to discuss this with Snape again?"

Wizette explained, "Preventative means that it doesn't need to be too strong... as long as it can be nipped in the bud in the early stages of the flu."

He took out a bottle of potion from the third box, pressed his wand against the transparent bottle, and enlarged its volume.

He continued waving his wand, casting a water-making spell, "These modified energizers are special; they can be diluted directly with pure water."

"Considering the widespread availability of preventative medication, we need to consider the taste and flavor... In addition to pure water, we need something more unique..."

Vizette looked around before finally fixing her gaze on the burning fireplace.

"That way, we won't need the fire-starting spell..."

Vizette maintained the water-creating spell, and the water guided by this magic quickly produced small bubbles before disappearing.

"This process went a little too fast..."

With Snape's help, Vizet has gained sufficient knowledge of the process and logic behind the production of energizers, and is able to make corresponding adjustments according to specific circumstances.

The adjustment that Vizet made this time was to add sparkling water when diluting the sweetened stimulant.

He was able to achieve this level of skill thanks to his learning of water-making spells from ritual magic, which allowed him to cast spells more freely and give the magic more possibilities.

Even the principle behind producing sparkling water is very simple—it combines the carbon dioxide from the fireplace burning with water, based on the basic magical principle of the water-making spell.

“Mrs. Pomfrey, do you have lacewing extract?” Vizette asked. “I want to use it as a stabilizer to strengthen the bond between the sparkling water and the energizer.”

Wizette made her purpose very clear: to dispel Mrs. Pomfrey's concerns.

If Mrs. Pomfrey feels there is a problem with the line of reasoning, she can correct it in time to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Lacewitch Infusion, come here!" Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, summoning a wide-mouthed vial.

"It seems you have a thorough understanding of the formula for the energizer... No wonder Snape was willing to help you improve it."

With the combined effects of sparkling water and lacewing infusion, this preventative agent, specially formulated by Vizet, becomes as clear as water.

Although bubbles still appear on the surface of the potion, the speed has slowed down considerably, much like the various sodas that Vizet has seen.

In fact, the overall concept for this preventative agent was inspired by a series of soft drinks such as Coca-Cola and Sprite.

As a potion master, one should naturally be the first to try out the potions one has improved.

Vizette poured herself a glass of preventative medicine. It tasted similar to Sprite, but also like it had been mixed with some Coca-Cola.

As the first bite went down, a warm sensation gently spread throughout my body along my throat...

He pursed his lips, savoring the taste, feeling as if something was missing.

Mrs. Pomfrey also poured herself a glass of the preventative drink. "It tastes like a Muggle beverage... but it's much better than that stuff!"

"Mrs. Pomfrey, have you ever had soda?" Wizette asked curiously.

“It was called… Coke, right?” Madam Pomfrey recalled. “Around the time of the Wizarding World War, a Hufflepuff brought a bottle of Coke into school.”

“Slughorn analyzed it, and it’s not a good thing. It contains a hallucinogen, which is not very effective for wizards, but it is very harmful to Muggles.”

Cola……

Happy water!

After listening to Mrs. Pomfrey's words, Wizette understood what the preventative medicine lacked—happiness!

He then took out a bottle of energizer. In the process of diluting it into a preventative agent, he not only added sparkling water but also used the "Ancient Magic: Potion Balance Conversion" technique.

This time, he changed the proportions, increasing the proportion of the soul slightly, and used the techniques of mental magic to extract a bit of pure joy and integrate it into the soul.

“Strange…” Madam Pomfrey frowned slightly, but a subtle smile played on her lips. “The taste hasn’t changed… and the effects haven’t changed either, so why does it taste better?”

"I poured my soul into it, and I also put happiness into it," Wizette explained with a smile.

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Chapter 141 You Just Need It, and I Just Happened With It

A gust of cold wind swept by, and Luna slowly opened her eyes.

She was enveloped in softness, the bird-snake fleece blanket that Vizette had draped over her before she left the common room.

That's the advantage of bird snake down; no matter how much the person inside struggles, they can be wrapped up tightly.

Luna blinked, her heavy eyelids making it hard to lift, and her whole body felt sore and weak.

She yawned softly, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

When you yawn, the airflow brushes across your throat, causing a slight pain, like a swarm of buzzing gnats hiding inside and having a merrily party.

Even when they breathe, their breathing is blocked, as if a sniffer has spotted a sparkle in the air and then hides that air as well.

Luna hummed a little tune, her left nostril seemed to gradually clear up, while her right nostril mischievously blocked up again.

Perhaps the bird-snake fleece quilt was too soft; she tossed and turned for a while, humming the entire song, before finally lifting the quilt.

Another gust of cold wind swept by, and she finally roused herself, kneading the bird and snake down comforter until it was the size of a pillow.

Luna looked around and found the source of the cold wind.

It turned out that the common room was too warm, so much so that the warmth couldn't wait to rush out the window, allowing the cold to sneak in.

She stood up, closed the window that was slightly ajar, moved to a spot closer to the fireplace, and sniffed the air while resting her head on the bird-snake quilt.

……

After a while, her roommates returned to the common room.

Olivia Yaxley asked, "Luna, where did you go earlier? We were trying to call you to the auditorium."

Luna straightened up with difficulty, her ethereal voice now slightly hoarse, "I visited the fairies, and they invited me to an aerial party."

She sniffed, "Then I followed the elves, flying and flying on a flying broom... and then a gust of wind blew me back here."

Olivia Yaxley was speechless for a moment, glancing at her roommates around her, feeling rather bewildered.

“Your voice sounds a little…” Amyka Miller looked worried. “Do you have a cold?”

Melanina Burst said, "That's not good, Mrs. Pomfrey is out of medicine too."

Emma Hitchens glanced at the time. "It seems dinner in the Great Hall has ended. Do you have anything to eat?"

Luna sniffed again. "I'm not hungry right now. I'll just warm myself by the fire for a while."

All the other roommates returned to the dorm. Before leaving, Amyca Miller took out a box of chocolate frogs and placed it in front of Luna.

Luna didn't open the chocolate frog box; she just gently shook it, watching the frog occasionally puff out its cheeks, listlessly passing the time.

The fireplace warmed me, dispelling some of the chill, but also creating a stifling, oppressive heat.

……

With a series of footsteps, Vizette's anxious voice rang out, "You have a cold?"

He saw Luna, who was lying on a bird and snake down comforter, her drooping eyelids making her look somewhat listless.