The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Hetok didn't stay here much. He came to the Extraordinary Apothecary Association and had other things to do. It was more than enough to come and pick them up after the work was done. Anyway, it took an hour to make the euphoria.

In fact, the time for the entrance examination is also one hour.

There is a big hourglass in front of them. After the assessment begins, Mr. Eugene will turn the huge hourglass upside down.

It's just that Albert really doesn't understand, is it so difficult to make a mechanical clock?

"Are you all right?"

The two of them each found a place and checked the tools on the table for processing medicinal materials and brewing potions. While talking in a low voice, they were not nervous at all because of the upcoming assessment.

The euphoria is the potion in "Advanced Potions Making", and Albert has just finished fourth grade, so he obviously hasn't come into contact with "Advanced Potions Making", let alone brewing the potions in it.

Isobel never denied Albert's talent, but if he didn't cook it and didn't know the formula, no matter how high his talent was, there was no way.

Albert knew what Isobel meant and said with a smile: "It's not difficult, I have cooked this potion."

Of course, Albert had read Snape's book "Advanced Potions Making", and he had not forgotten to learn some of the above useful tips.

The euphoria potion is actually very suitable for use as a joke prop, so Albert once helped Fred and George get through some to make the happy candy they imagined.

While the two were chatting, Mr. Eugene had already brought them all the materials needed to make the euphoria. Each person only had one copy, and failure was not allowed. This was also considered a kind of assessment.

After all, it's not in school, there isn't that much material for you to practice, waste, and not to mention, not enough time for them to have a second try.

"Sir, I still need some peppermint." Albert looked up and said to Mr. Eugene after checking the materials in his hand.

"Peppermint?"

Mr. Eugene was about to turn the hourglass upside down and looked at Albert in amazement, but he quickly realized something and nodded his head to indicate that there was no problem.

With Hertok's character, the juniors who can be valued by him are obviously not simple things.

What kind of people have what kind of friends.

It is not surprising that the opponent can improve on the potion.

"Just, add peppermint to the euphoria?" Eugene thought about it for a while, and probably guessed the possible use of peppermint, and looked at Albert with a bit of admiration.

Eugene promised to help Bernard cheat his grandson and let him pass the membership test, which is to give President Bernard a little face, which belongs to the world.

As for Bernard's little thought, Eugene didn't really care. If Guy Bernard has no talent in potions, no matter how hard President Bernard tries to help, it will be like that.

After Eugene turned the hourglass upside down, Albert and Isobel began working on potion materials.

Both of them were quite skilled at peeling the shrunken figs, and they had time to catch up with Eugene and chat about the Magic School Potions Championship.

Eugene didn't mean to shy away, and told the two of them how the Magic School Potions Tournament was played:

Students must go deep into the magic garden, collect materials by themselves, and return within the specified time to configure the collected potion materials into potions.

Whoever has the most difficult potion and excellent quality, the jury will select the champion by scoring.

"Why tell us this."

Albert was dicing the peeled figs, and threw two-thirds of the figs into the crucible. Watching the potion inside became green, he slowly stirred with a spoon until the color turned blue.

Compared with him, Isobel's progress is slower. But it was also very stable, following his own rhythm, completely unaffected by the words of Albert and Eugene.

"Even if I don't tell you the rules of the game, Hertok will probably tell you." Eugene sneered. "Cheating has always been part of the tradition of the Magic School Potions Championships."

"I think so."

Albert wasn't surprised by cheating, which happens everywhere.

"However, winning the Magic School Potions Championship by cheating won't get a good reputation." Eugene suddenly said mysteriously.

"Because most of the winners are the best in this field?" Isobel glanced at Eugene and said calmly.

"The wizards who also won the Magic School Potions Championship have extraordinary achievements. If you are mediocre, everyone will naturally think that you are cheating if you win the championship." Albert blocked what Eugene wanted to say.

At this moment, the color of the potion in his crucible has turned yellow.

"Yes, if the wizard who won the championship ends up accomplishing nothing in the field of potions, don't even think about it, that wizard must have used some despicable means to cheat to win the championship, and will be spurned by countless peers." Eugene Looking at the two people who were brewing potions while talking to him, they nodded in satisfaction.

Really stable.

All are good seeds.

"In the Extraordinary Wizarding Association, everyone believes that a guy who is characterized as cheating will be ridiculed by his peers and can't lift his head, and dare not stay in this circle." Eugene felt that this approach was right, because There is never a shortage of wizards who want to rely on cheating to win the championship.

That kind of stuff deserves to be the laughing stock of everyone.

"It's good to do this. Only with strength can people be convinced, and the golden crucible trophy is more authoritative." As he spoke, Albert added Thorn's feathers and stirred counterclockwise against the boiling potion. Four times, let the potion simmer.

As the Thorn's feathers melt, the potion will gradually turn purple.

Every time he configures potions, Albert always finds it incredible. Sometimes he even wonders if the potion he brewed is concentrated sulfuric acid, otherwise how could he melt the feathers.

After the potion in the cauldron changed, Eugene saw Albert adding peppermint to the potion.

Sure enough, the process was designed to counteract occasional side effects like singing too much and twisting the nose, without destroying the effect of the euphoria.

As for whether it is orthodox or not, Eugene doesn't really care. The thing about pharmacy needs constant improvement by pharmacists in order to make progress.

Eugene stopped chatting with the two of them, but made preparations. They were all qualified, and it didn't matter whether they watched or not.

After all, the guy who has time to chat with him obviously has a solid foundation in potions.

After adding seven drops of castor oil to the potion and stirring continuously, the color of the potion gradually turned brown.

Albert threw the remaining figs in and continued to simmer until the potion turned pink, and put the Doze Bean juice, which was crushed with a silver knife, into the crucible, and the potion immediately turned orange as the book said.

The next step is to add the wormwood infusion and stir slowly until the potion in the crucible turns yellow before stopping, and then gently wave the wand to complete the final finish.

It is said that waving a wand is a key step in making potions, similar to injecting magic power into potions and turning them into magical potions.

In fact, the euphoria in the cauldron turned into a sun-gold liquid immediately after Albert waved his wand, and there was an alluring smell in the air.

Pretty perfect.

The whole process took about forty minutes.

After turning off the fire, Albert didn't bother Isobel, and waited slowly beside him. Isobel's movements were also fast, and it would be fine soon.

Her cauldron was also an alluring sun-gold liquid, just a little less minty, but decidedly more authentic.

"Very perfect, your euphorias are all very well completed. Especially Mr. Anderson, your whimsy really surprised me." Eugene tasted Albert's euphoria and nodded with satisfaction. "You add some peppermint to counteract the occasional side effect of singing too much and twisting your nose. What a genius inspiration!"

"No, this wasn't my inspiration. I saw someone doing this from a book. It is said that it can reduce the possible side effects of euphoria." Albert did not take the credit for himself.

"Oh, you're an honest boy," said Eugene.

"You can keep the improved formula, which will give you a certain amount of points contribution." Hetok walked in happily, greeted Eugene, and left with the two of them.

When the three passed the front desk, Hertok handed over the two examination forms to the witch behind the counter.

"Mr. Anderson, Miss Isobel, congratulations on your becoming a member of the Extraordinary Wizards Association. After the membership card is made, the owl will send it to you. By the way, please pay the membership fee of the Extraordinary Apothecary Association in advance." The witch said He smiled at Hertok behind the two and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Hertok, you found two good seedlings."