Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

Since it was an outdoor seminar, the original dinner was also changed to a buffet cooked by several house elves.

Most of the people present were a little absent-minded. From time to time, they looked at the increasingly dim sky, waiting for the moon to rise higher and higher.

Vizette and Luna didn't have such worries. They shuttled between different dining areas and enjoyed the craftsmanship of the local house elves.

When the moon hung high in the sky, the focus of the people participating in the seminar changed again;

Whenever there was any movement around them, they would immediately look around to see if Ajinbad and the others were back.

…

There was sudden movement behind the trees, and several big cats carrying packages appeared, followed by a familiar figure.

Wizette and Luna greeted in unison: "Good evening, Mr. Tellytops."

Luna looked at the big cats carrying packages, "Mr. Teletops, this is a catnive... right?"

She took a few steps forward and reached out to touch the forehead of one of the cats. The cats slowly narrowed their eyes without showing any resistance.

…

"Good evening." Scott Territops nodded, "That's right! These are Territops' specialty cats, and now we provide delivery service to New York wizards."

"The buildings here are relatively tall. Some places are difficult for owls to go to, and they are too conspicuous. Using a cat nivet is a good choice. It can travel through the streets and alleys..."

After a brief explanation, he looked at Weizet and said: "For things like collecting materials... you can actually come to me directly. Don't be polite to us."

[In the world-weary novel, transfer one ⒈ ㈦ 九 九 四 З ㈠ б 四]

Wizette smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Akinbad and the others... thought they should do something, so they took on the matter."

"Haha! That's really amazing..." Scott Territops laughed, "I didn't expect that they would look for it and finally find me."

"Is it because some materials are difficult to obtain?" Weizet murmured, "Is it because of the accident not long ago?"

"Yes!" Scott Territops said, "During this period, the Magic Congress has been very strict about the living hell potion and various materials for making the living hell potion."

"Then these materials..." Weizet frowned slightly and looked at the cats carrying packages.

"It's no wonder, after all, it's the black market business of the Appaloosa family... But if you do this... are there any risks?"

"Thank you for your concern!" Scott Territops smiled, "We have just established a foothold in New York, there is no need to openly confront the Magic Congress!"

"The sources of these materials are legal...or it should be said that we are using your name to sell these materials to them legally."

"His name..." Weizet was a little surprised, "My name?"

"You didn't expect that? At least those Aurors are nice people!" Scott Teletops said, "At least during this period, those Aurors still remember you."

"When we went to the Magical Congress to apply, the Magical Congress had already arrived, and the staff were going home from get off work. Then we passed by a few Aurors who were hunting dark wizards."

"Those Aurors recognized us and came forward to ask a few questions. When they heard that you needed these materials, they helped take over the work of other staff and started to deal with this matter."

"But the necessary procedures still need to be followed. Those Animagus are going through the procedures and signing some simple magic contracts to prevent them from abusing these materials."

Chapter 117 Sleepy Bean and Knife

The Telltops family had just established a foothold in New York, so they still had a lot to do.

Scott Territops exchanged a few pleasantries with Weizet, unloaded the package from Catnives, and left Central Park.

Not long after, Babajide Ajinbade and the others also came back, their expressions looking very consistent;

In addition to his bloodshot eyes and a bit of excitement, there was also an inexplicable joy between his eyebrows.

The wizards present all noticed the abnormality of several people and asked tentatively: "Are you... planning to test the medicine together?"

Ajinbad nodded, with a strange smile on his face, and said in a vague voice: "Sleepy Bean is under strict control now, and it's not easy to get it here!"

The wizard who was traveling with him made a similar vague sound, "That's right! Now that we've all gone over, let's just get a little more and try the medicine together. It's not a big deal!"

Another wizard who was traveling with him agreed: "Look, there is a suspended bridge in the sky...it looks like the moon. This must be my good luck. This potion will definitely succeed!"

The other wizards were dumbfounded, "Inexplicable hallucinations...strong self-confidence...this is the effect of mature mandrake."

Ajinbad's performance was quite decent, except that their expressions were a little out of control, their speech was a little vague, and their words were a little confusing.

They just had to wait until the potion was brewed before they could take out the mandrake leaves.

…

The house elves have left, and under the arrangement of Professor McGonagall, they left several long tables to set up cauldrons and process materials.

Weizet did not participate in it. He stood aside and opened his notebook, turned to the unwritten page, and wrote down the entire potion formula;

In addition to the process of brewing the potion recipe, he also added a lot of notes to explain each step as clearly as possible.

When he finished all this, he found that the crucible was still gurgling and the liquid inside was dark purple.

A wizard frowned and looked at a small bowl next to him, then picked up the small bowl and threw a few shriveled pieces into the crucible;

The lump melted quickly in the crucible, and regular fish-eye bubbles emerged from the liquid. The color seemed to have changed and seemed to become darker;

Before the wizard had time to relax his brows, he saw that the color of the liquid became weirder and weirder, as if it had been blended into ink, turning into a weird gray, almost the same color as asphalt.

Weizet walked up to Luna and asked with some confusion: "What happened to them?"

"Maybe a certain step was not handled properly." Luna blinked, "I just read your notes, and it seems that the amount of sleepy bean juice was not enough."

"Vizet, you should help..." Professor McGonagall said, "For most wizards, they usually only specialize in a certain field, such as...transformation magic."

She lowered her voice and continued: "I have seen many similar examples... because after the O.W.L. exam, the results will be used to determine whether you can still study a certain subject in the next school year."

"If I remember correctly... the method of brewing the Living Hell Potion belongs to the sixth grade; many wizards present probably only know the recipe, but have never brewed this potion personally."

"Hogwarts was established very early. Other magic schools will be affected to some extent and adopt similar progression systems... so they will also encounter similar situations."

…

While Weizet and the others were talking, another wizard did something, causing the crucible in front of him to explode and smoke his face into black coal.

Wizette was suddenly in a trance. He always felt that the appearance of this wizard at this moment seemed to overlap with that of a Gryffindor classmate...

Immediately afterwards, something went wrong with another crucible. The liquid inside showed a strange blue color and was still bubbling out. The splashed liquid fell on the table, instantly corroding holes.

This time Weizet looked carefully. Just as Luna said, there was something wrong with the sleepy beans and it was difficult to get enough thick juice.

Weizet and Luna shook their heads together, with a bit of emotion in their tone, "I seem to have thought of what Professor Snape would say..."

In order to avoid anything happening to the last two crucibles, Vizette stepped forward immediately.

The two wizards standing in front of the crucible looked up after hearing footsteps.

Lorenzo Flores said with some helplessness: "Strange thing... I really brewed the living hell decoction..."

Another wizard nodded in agreement and said a little awkwardly: "We have all brewed the living hell potion, and the success rate is good, so we decided to come out to help brew the potion..."

"Let me take a look first..." Weizer nodded, glanced at the materials on the table, and said slowly, "We still have plenty of materials, so don't be so nervous."

Hearing his calm comfort, the two wizards unconsciously said "Okay". They seemed to feel less cramped than before, and the helplessness between their brows dissipated a lot.

…

Weizet put each material in his hands and felt it, and finally picked up the knife used to process sleepy beans. "The problem is with the knife... I was negligent."

He picked up a sleepy bean and pressed it gently between his thumbs. "The sleepy beans we use now are different from the sleepy beans in the past."

"In the early days, wizards who wanted to obtain sleepy beans usually needed to plant them. After they took root and sprouted, they used fresh sleepy beans to make the Living Hell Decoction."

"Now the situation has changed. In order to facilitate storage, sleepy beans will go through the step of drying, so the skin will be protected by magic and become hard and difficult to handle."

"That's why we need to use silver knives. Silver has the magical property of 'purification', which can purify the skin of sleepy beans, allowing them to cut and extract the juice."

Weizet raised the copper knife in his hand, "The magical properties of copper are different from silver, so the magic that can purify the skin of sleepy beans cannot be used, and it will be difficult to cut..."

Putting down the copper knife, he looked at the two surviving crucibles. The liquid had also changed color, from dark purple to purple. It was obvious that it had been heated and the effect was weakened.

"In order to ensure quality, we need to dispose of the crucible and start brewing the potion again..." Wizette groaned, took out the wand from his pocket, "Clean it up!"

Five cauldrons flew in front of him and were cleaned by a descaling spell like a queue.

He set up the first cauldron, snapped his fingers to reignite the flame, then raised his wand and pointed it at the two materials on the table.

A glass bottle floated first, and with a small crackling sound, the cap of the bottle floating in mid-air was opened, and the mugwort infusion inside flew out and fell into one of the crucibles.

The moondew flower next to it also floated into the air. Weizet raised his wand and waved it gently a few times. The moondew flower was cut into uniquely shaped pieces and fluttered into the same crucible...

Chapter 118 What is the purpose of multitasking?

"Actually, in addition to cutting, we have another method that we can use, which is to use the side of the tool..."

Weizet first waved his wand in the direction of the crucible, and then held the copper knife in his hand, "Just like this, suppressing half a sleepy bean..."

While he was squeezing the sleepy beans with the side of the copper knife, the spoon in the crucible was not idle either. Under the effect of the floating spell, it stirred on its own.

The four crucibles lined up next to him also moved, and the burning flames seemed to come alive, winding out the shape of snakes, and gradually drilled under the four crucibles and burned slowly.

Almost the same steps, first the wormwood extract flew into the crucible, and then the moon dew flower also floated into the air;

Vizet had to deal with the sleepy beans, and another copper knife took over, chopping the moon dew flower very neatly, still irregular pieces, falling into the crucible like snow;

With the spoon stirring in circles at a uniform speed, the liquid in the crucible quickly changed, and light blue steam emerged.

"By the way, I need to record this point..." Vizet murmured, and the notebook in his pocket flew out.