One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 295

Fu Ling Potion, the most magical potion among wizard potions, also known as the lucky potion, can increase a person's luck value within [-] hours.

(The effect of the original Fuling agent is not so strong according to the description. I have strengthened it here.)
When it comes to luck, it is illusory. Even the top warlocks dare not say that they understand the word luck. I read in the book that the elixir can improve a person's luck, but Hu Xiuwu didn't think so.

However, even Dumbledore, the strongest white wizard in the West, who can stand side by side with Zhang Zhiwei, agrees with this view, so he is dubious.

And to have such a magical effect, the difficulty of refining the blessing can be imagined, not only the refining time is as long as half a year, but the entire European potion level can refine the blessing, and there are only two people.

The previous Professor of Potions at Hogwarts, Professor Horace Slughorn, and the current Professor of Potions, Severus Snape.

The two potions masters are both potion professors at Hogwarts, and this is the face of the only magic school in England.

Every professor at Hogwarts is a leader in their respective fields, even Sybill Trelawney, the seemingly out-of-the-box professor of divination, is actually a magical alien.

The secret cannot be leaked,

But she can tell others the content of the divination directly, even if the content of her divination also involves a powerful alien like Voldemort.

However, it is not without cost. Most people at Hogwarts think she is a liar, and even Dumbledore, who hired her, does not trust her divination.

Maybe that's the price she paid.

No one believed the predictions, including herself.

When Professor Dumbledore handed the bottle of Flux to Hu Xiuwu, he was still reminding him: "Be careful, Flux cannot be used frequently."

"The user of this bottle of Flux is also the maker, Professor Horace Slughorn. He once told me that luck is a miser, and you owe him, and you will have to pay it back sooner or later."

Hu Xiuwu looked at the flowing gold bottle: "How long does that count as frequent?"

Dumbledore's eyes curled up: "Horace used Felicia twice in total, with an interval of 15 years, but he still felt that he used it too often."

15 years?Too short?The cooling time is so long.

Did the lucky backlash make this potion master feel so terrified?
It seems that this Fuling agent is also a double-edged sword.

I thought so, but after thinking about it for a while, Hu Xiuwu twisted open the bottle of Fuling Elixir and took a sip.

A small sip of the potion entered his throat, and there was no feeling in his mouth, but it was like taking a sip of the [-]-degree water of life, and the body immediately responded.

Hu Xiuwu felt that there was a cool Qi lingering in the twelve meridians, almost all emotions were suppressed, making him calm as ice at this time.

He was very familiar with this state, as if he had used the Tousita fire to burn himself into a state of being too ruthless.

This Fuling Elixir will not only stimulate a person's luck in a short period of time, but also have an impact on the person's body.

The three corpses were hooked lightly, and the three corpses were like mad dogs, swallowing up the power of this potion.

Seeing that Hu Xiuwu swallowed the Flux so bluntly, Moody, who had been silent for a while, was startled: "What are you doing? What are you doing with luck now?"

Hu Xiuwu looked at the cloudless night outside through the window of the principal's office: "I just need a little luck right now, let's give it a try."

Moody didn't know, but Dumbledore knew that Hu Xiuwu was talking about his Animagus. It had been sunny these days, and he couldn't carry out the last step of Animagus cultivation.

Hu Xiuwu had his own thoughts: "You have to try all the medicines, otherwise, when you really use them, you don't know how effective they can be. Isn't it bad?"

Dumbledore also advised: "But this is still too reckless."

After getting his reward, Hu Xiuwu planned to leave. After all, seeing that Moody had been standing by and did not leave, he knew that he and Dumbledore still had something to discuss.

But Dumbledore stopped him again, turned around and pulled out a note from the bookshelf. He fondly stroked the cover of the note with nostalgia in his eyes.

Hu Xiuwu glanced at it. It was an ordinary leather notebook, but the notebook was probably a few years old. The spine of the book had faded a bit, and there were cracks on the edges.

With Dumbledore's ability, he could use magic to keep this notebook in a brand new state, but he didn't.

Compared with the maintenance of this notebook, the traces left on the notebook made him more nostalgic.

After standing in front of the bookshelf and recalling the past for a short while, Dumbledore turned around and said:
"According to Mrs. Pins, you are also very interested in the legend of the Deathly Hallows. This is the research I did with a friend when I was young, and now I give it to you, I hope it can help you."

"However, don't hold out too much hope. In the end, I still haven't found the whereabouts of the God of Death and all the Deathly Hallows."

"Finally, I lost a close friend."

When Dumbledore handed the note to Hu Xiuwu, he was still a little melancholy.

Hu Xiuwu took the note: "Of course, I'm just curious, I won't be too addicted."

"Then I'll go first, Professor, I hope the Fuling agent will be effective."

Before leaving, Hu Xiuwu was stuffed with a lot of candy by Dumbledore, but luckily it wasn't a pile of cockroaches.

Hu Xiuwu left the principal's office, touched the note in his hand, and smiled speechlessly:
Is this a coincidence?Or the role of Fuling agent?
His Animagus had already been trained, and it was not because of this that he took Fuling.

Now that the invisibility cloak is needed, he can verify his point of view.

The Flux only had a twelve-hour effect, so he still had to hurry up.

Just two steps away, Hu Xiuwu slapped his forehead: Oh, I almost forgot one thing.

Hu Xiuwu drew a line beside him and opened Luo Fengtian's door.

Deng Youfu walked out of Luo Fengtian, and his expression was still a little dazed, as if he was shocked.

Liu Kunsheng emerged from Deng Youfu's body, looked at Hu Xiuwu with a complicated expression, and said slowly:

"On the first day of the Qing Dynasty, I saw it today."

They thought that Changbai Immortal Township of their Northeast Immortal Family was already the most mysterious and blessed land in the world, but I didn't expect that the Shangqing lineage still hides such a boundary.

Luo Fengtian, the capital city of Feng.

Shangqing's plan is not small.

Hu Xiuwu said with a smile: "There, but I also ask Uncle Liu and Brother Deng to keep it a secret. If someone finds out about Luo Fengtian, I don't know how many people will follow my disciple."

After agreeing to Dumbledore's danger, Hu Xiuwu was not unprepared, and waited for Dumbledore and Zhang Zhiwei to rescue him. He had discussed with Liu Kunsheng early and hid in his Luo Fengtian.

If there is an accident, please ask Uncle Liu to come out of the town.

In addition, Hu Xiuwu has another idea,
Exposing Luo Fengtian to Liu Kunsheng was also to seduce Uncle Liu.

Even if Deng Youfu could build a spiritual forest in the northeast in the future, it would be impossible for Luo Fengtian to be more suitable for the immortal family to live in.

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Principal's room,

After Dumbledore sent Hu Xiuwu away, only him and Moody were left in the principal's room.

The smile on Dumbledore's face disappeared, and he said to Moody, "How's Snape doing?"

"He's doing a lot better after taking the Buffy stimulant," Moody said.

Dumbledore said, "Come on, and see him."

Moody waved his wand, and the locks around a large half-height box tucked in the corner were unfastened.

After the outer circle was unwrapped, there was actually a layer of boxes inside. The boxes were like nesting dolls and music boxes, rising layer by layer and unsealing layer by layer.

Dumbledore walked to the box, and with a wave of his hand, he turned a chair next to it into a step, walked up the steps, and walked into the box.

The inside of the box is like a quiet room, and the area and the principal's room are not too much.
However, although the space is large, there is not a single piece of empty furniture, only a pale, gloomy wizard sitting cross-legged in the center, sweat on his forehead.

Dumbledore looked at him and asked:
"Severus, how are you feeling now?"

(End of this chapter)