Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

Eye-catching potion?

When they heard this unfamiliar term, not only the students, but also several potions professors were confused.

Cassandra looked at Wayne, and the boy shook his head slightly.

"never heard of that."

There are all kinds of strange potions in the world, and the Hogwarts library and Nicolas Flamel's library are only a small part of them.

"Oleg, tell me quickly." Damocles urged.

"What's the rush?" the potion master named Oleg said angrily, "Twenty years ago, I traveled to the Cherry Blossom Country and communicated with a local pharmacist, and he mentioned this medicine. "

"This is a potion specially used by Muggles. It allows them to see special items and creatures in the magical world, such as dementors, or places where Muggle expulsion spells have been cast."

"Many shrines relied on magic potions to defraud Muggles of their treasures. It was not until they were banned by the International Federation of Wizards that this potion gradually disappeared."

"Little girl, what I said should be right, right?"

"Yeah." Sakura nodded her little head: "This is my friend's family magic potion, and few people have mastered it now."

"Then how do you rate this?" Damocles couldn't make up his mind. Heirloom potions were passed down from his family and they certainly couldn't be taught the formula and process.

"I probably know a little bit about the process. This potion is indeed difficult. You can imagine it by looking at her list of materials." Oleg said:

"As for the quality, it's barely passable. 20 points for this little girl and 2 points for the spiritual eye potion, a total of 22 points."

"What do you think?"

Oleg asked the other two people for their opinions, and both received affirmative answers.

The high score of 22 points was beyond Sakura's expectation. The girl's dimples appeared when she smiled. She happily sat down next to Wayne and handed over a rolled-up parchment.

"for you."

"What?"

Wayne opened the parchment and was stunned.

The above turned out to be the formula and refining method of the spiritual eye potion.

"Thank you for helping me find the ingredients. I'll give you this recipe." Sakura lowered her head and her voice was waxy.

"Miss Daidoji gave this formula to you, right? Is it okay to give it to me?" Wayne did not put it away in a hurry, but looked at the girl.

Sakura told him about the existence of Daidaiji Tomoyo, so Wayne asked this question.

"No problem." Seeing Wayne's thoughtful consideration, Sakura felt warm in her heart: "This potion is only of commemorative significance and has no practical use. Tomoyo won't mind if I pass it on."

Orange is great.

Wayne sighed silently and put the parchment away.

At this time, the three judges also finished reviewing all the potions of the remaining contestants, and Damocles urged: "Wayne, come up quickly, it's your turn.

"coming."

Wayne straightened his clothes, walked to the front calmly, and picked up the crystal bottle filled with azure liquid.

The judging session of the competition instantly turned into his new product launch.

"Ahem!"

The young man cleared his throat and said loudly: "This is the magic potion I have newly researched - flying potion.

"What's the effect?" Damocles asked.

Snape also looked at the boy.

He had seen the material formula submitted by Wayne, but he couldn't deduce anything either.

Horklap juice, ball-winged bird feathers, leaping fish tail fins, Ubiliweg insect needles, viper fangs, Acromantula venom, and Arakan herbs.

It seems to be completely irrelevant material, and those who don't know better would think that Wayne filled it in blindly.

"That's the literal meaning." Wayne slowly turned his head, with a surprised expression on his face, as if he was questioning their English reading comprehension ability.

"Drink it and you can fly.

"What?!"

Damocles suddenly stood up, and the other two old men fell under the table in shock.

"Flying, are you sure Wayne, it's flying, not floating!"

He emphasized that flying and floating are not the same concepts at all, they are very different.

Other students and professors who could understand English were all excited, and the small room was full of people.

Snape's eyes flashed, and his hands unconsciously tightened on the armrest, showing his inner uneasiness.

There are many flying props that can be used in the wizarding world, such as broomsticks, magic carpets, carriages, and even the car modified by Weasley.

But there are only a few beings who can use magic to fly alone.

There is no magic potion at all.

As far as Snape knew, only he and the Dark Lord could fly, and his flying magic was taught to him by the Dark Lord as a reward.

Dumbledore might be able to, but he hasn't seen it.

Although Snape hated Voldemort, he never doubted his power, and was even impressed physically and mentally.

If Lily hadn't happened, Snape might have been Voldemort's most loyal follower.

In many ways, Voldemort showed amazing creativity and talent, improving and originalizing a large number of magics, one of which was the flying spell.

And now, Wayne has actually developed a magic potion that can make people fly.

(bhac) No wonder Snape was so shocked.

Others were even more miserable because they knew even less than Snape.

The more inconsistent with common sense something is, the more it can cause people to have violent mood swings.

"Mr. Damocles, won't you know if you try it?"

"Guaranteed to be a genuine flying experience." Wayne didn't rush to explain and handed over the potion directly.

Just as Damocles was about to reach out to take it, Oleg snatched it away.

"Damocles, you are quite old. You cannot control such a dangerous thing as flying, so you should let me do it."

Damocles' eyes were splitting. I am old, so you are younger than me?

Your special mother is almost 150 years old, right?

After grabbing the potion, Oleg turned around and ran away. As he ran, he opened the bottle cap and poured it into his mouth.

"Bitch thief! Give me back my medicine!" Damocles' hair and beard were all bulging.

At this time, a round and flexible figure rushed forward. Under Oleg's shocked eyes, he was one step ahead of him and sucked all the potion into his mouth.

"Kairel!" A shrill scream came from Oleg's mouth.

It was the name of the last judge.

Oleg grabbed Kyrel's collar angrily: "You kid, spit out the magic potion for me!"

"Isn't that what you said? You are old and can't handle it, so you should let me, the young one, come. I just celebrated my 100th birthday and am much younger than you two."

The potion tasted a bit astringent, and it took Carell a little effort to swallow it all.

The angry Oleg raised his fist and applied to initiate physical communication.

Carrier hurriedly stepped back, only to find that his body was light.

His feet left the ground and floated higher and higher.

"It's flying, it's really flying!" Damocles couldn't care less about his anger at this time and shouted excitedly. Oleg put down his fist and looked at Kyrel blankly.

After experiencing the initial short-term fear and panic, Kyrel quickly regained his composure and held the wand in his hand in case of emergency.

Then he was surprised to find that flying became an instinct for him, as simple as walking.

No, it should be said that it is easier than walking.

To walk, he also needs to use his brain to give instructions to his legs and swing them.

But flying, as long as the thought appears, the body starts to move.

Soon, Kyrel flew all over the room, making everyone jealous.

"Go out and try!" Damocles shouted, opened the door, and Carrier rushed out without hesitation, followed by a large group of people.

As more and more people saw Kyril flying, by the time he flew out of the castle, hundreds of people were already following him.

"Wayne, how long does the flying potion last and what is its maximum speed? Damocles asked.

"Half an hour. As for the fastest speed, I haven't tested it yet."

"I'll test it!" Carell shouted excitedly, and then suddenly accelerated.

The whole person flew far away in a whoosh, which shocked Maxim.

"Quidditch player, where is the Quidditch player? Follow him quickly and fly lower. If there is an accident, you must catch him!"

After Maxim finished shouting, several students immediately rose into the sky with brooms, following closely behind Carrier.

"Madam, don't worry, once the effect of the medicine ends, the user will feel the effect.

Wayne comforted him. He also knew Maxim's worries.

If something happened to these old men in Beauxbatons, she would have to face verbal and verbal criticism from a group of potion masters.

One or two, and Sparton is not afraid.

But there were too many, even Dumbledore couldn't stand it.

After hearing Wayne's words, Maxim's face finally looked much better.

More and more people ran out of the palace, staring blankly at several little wizards riding broomsticks in the sky, talking about a man flying out of thin air.

Half an hour later, Carell felt his body feel heavy and knew that the medicine was about to take effect.

Then he fell to the ground with unfinished thoughts, his fat face was full of smiles, and his eyes were narrowed to a slit.

"Wayne, is there anything else you can do to make me feel better?"

"What are you thinking about? It's just this bottle." Damocles retorted angrily, "You flew away after all, and a group of us down there are so tired from lifting our heads."

"It's so great." Carell, who had taken advantage, showed no sign of anger at all, with a look of emotion on his face.

"Better than riding a broomstick and playing Quidditch."

Several Quidditch players who followed him to the ground were full of dissatisfaction, but they thought of the way the opponent was flying freely just now.

Well, they were sour too.

"The maximum speed is close to sixty miles per hour, and it can last for half an hour." Carell suddenly looked at Wayne seriously: "Mr. Lawrence, this is definitely one of the greatest potion inventions of this century."

"I think so too." Wayne had no modesty.

Excessive modesty is disrespect for the fruits of one's own labor.

The flying potion was not drawn by lottery, but was researched day by day based on his talent.

He can bear any praise.

Looking at the energetic young man, stars appeared in Sakura's eyes, Cassandra's breathing quickened a bit, and Fleur almost pounced on him.

There are only a few reasons why men attract women.

Appearance, character, identity, achievements, and that vague sense of electric shock.

And all of these can be found in Wayne.

Sakura covered her heart, two red clouds appeared on her pretty face, she lowered her head and did not dare to look at the boy again.

Regarding the details of the flying potion, none of the three judges asked too much.

This is definitely a magic potion that can create huge value, and can create a cornucopia comparable to Nimbus Company

If you ask too many questions, what if you are suspected of stealing Wayne's achievements?

The reason why Damocles and the others were so excited was just because they witnessed the emergence of an epoch-making potion, and their thoughts were very pure.

"Plus the improvements to the werewolf potion

, you will definitely get another Medal of Merlin this time, at least a second-class one!"

The crowd was driven away by Madame Maxime, leaving only Snape, several judges, Fleur, Cassandra, and Sakura.

Damocles was thinking about it for Wayne, and Snape suddenly wanted a glass of lemonade.

"Can the Order of Merlin be repeated to another level?" Wayne asked in surprise.

"Of course." Cassandra acted as the commentator: "The Order of Merlin is an honor for events. A person can win it multiple times, but there are too few such people."

"Wayne is so awesome." Sakura said admiringly beside her.

Wayne couldn't help but ask: "Can those three second-level Orders of Merlin be combined into one first-level one?"

"What are you thinking about?" Cassandra rolled her eyes: "This is not a math problem."

"Okay." Wayne shook his head regretfully, as he couldn't experience the joy of rising to the stars.

He turned to look at the old men and reminded: "Mr. Damocles, I have no intention of announcing the flying potion."

"Don't worry." Damocles waved his hand nonchalantly: "The inventor of Floo powder hasn't published the formula yet, but he still won the first-class medal, so it has no impact.

"Don't worry about this matter. We old men will help you get it done. Just wait for the good news."

Damocles thought of something again, looked at Oleg and said dissatisfiedly: "How come Wayne's application for membership has not been approved? How did you become the rotating president?

Oleg looked confused: "I didn't receive his application, I only saw your letter of recommendation.

Wayne was also confused: "Do I still need to apply to become a member?"

Several people looked at each other.

After repeatedly telling Wayne to prepare the application tonight, the three old men left.

Wayne looked at Cassandra with a smile: "Miss Worley, if you can't find a recommender to join the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association in the future, you can contact me. The price is good.

"Hmph, I will find a recommender based on my strength." Cassandra said proudly.

Wayne motioned to Snape with his eyes.

Isn't it too much of a hindrance for you old bat to stay here?

Didn’t you see that the rest are all beautiful girls?

Snape acted as if he hadn't seen it and said in a deep voice: "Lawrence, we are leaving after attending the award ceremony tomorrow.

"So fast?!"

Fleur, Sakura, and Cassandra all lost their voices.

After the award ceremony, there are still three days of communication, and the potion exchange competition is not completely over until the weekend.

Snape glanced at the three of them and gave a rare explanation: "Something happened at Hogwarts. As the dean of Slytherin, I must rush back as soon as possible.

hehe.

Is it for Slytherin, or for Harry?

Wayne knew what Snape was worried about, but he didn't refute it.

It would be better to go back early. Even if there are many back-ups left behind, I can still better keep an eye on Tom at school and prevent him from causing too much trouble.

Fleur asked nervously: "Has the danger in the school been resolved? Wayne, how about you stay in Beauxbatons?"

Cassandra argued: "You can also go to Ilvermorny, our school is absolutely safe."

Fleur gave her a hard look.

Sakura really wanted to invite Wayne to the magic house. He must have a lot in common with Tomoyo, but considering the distance and cultural differences between the two places, she ultimately didn't say anything.

"Thank you, but no need." Wayne smiled and said, "I'll just go back to Hogwarts with the professor. I feel homesick after being here for so long."

"I'll come see you again during the summer vacation." Wayne stroked Fleur's long, silky hair and comforted him softly.

"There's still a long time left for summer vacation." Fleur said unhappily.

It's only early February, and summer vacation is in July.

"Don't you still have your address book? You can meet up anytime you want.

"It's different."

The two of you are very affectionate here, but the other three are not in the same mood. Everyone has different thoughts.

Snape suffered the most.

When he thought about the gap between his and Wayne's skills in coaxing girls, he would cry out in his heart as he had said countless times.

Lawrence, you really deserve to die!