Hogwarts: From Luna's family to god

"If you want to make the beans juice out of a non-silver knife, you can only squeeze it. Use the side of the knife to press half of the bean. The force does not need to be too strong..."

The pen inside was pressed against the paper, and it wrote fluently as Vizette spoke.

Stirring the crucible, processing the materials with a copper knife, the notebook and pen automatically recorded, and Vizette personally processed the beans, all at the same time;

It was as if several invisible hands appeared and completed all this in an extremely meticulous manner.

The wizards standing around unconsciously widened their eyes, not knowing where to focus for a moment;

It was important to observe how Vizette processed the beans, but those floating copper knives and notebooks would also inadvertently attract their attention.

"Is this also a levitation spell?"

"I usually only use it to move boxes..."

"Isn't that the way it is used? Although this magic is simple, it is difficult to control..."

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While these wizards were discussing the levitation spell, Lorenzo Flores's focus was different. He looked at the moon dew flower root floating in the air, and his expression became extremely focused.

As a graduate of Castrobus, even though he did not continue to study potion science in the sixth grade, he had a clear enough understanding of the herbs he had come into contact with;

When dealing with various herbs, of course, they can be cut into evenly granulated pieces, which is a convenient but foolproof method;

But if you want to fully release the magical properties, you need to handle them more carefully and make dynamic adjustments according to the different shapes and sizes of the herbs;

And the way Vizette is handling them now is obviously in line with this point;

Through the contact with the herbs just now, he has made plans in his mind, and when he really handles them, he will know what shape he should make them into.

Lorenzo Flores could guess the purpose of Vizet's doing this;

The remaining materials were not as much as expected, and if he wanted to complete five doses of the living hell decoction, he had to process them more carefully;

However, what surprised him the most was that Vizet mixed all these things together;

The silent levitation spell controlled the crucible and the knife... The silent wandless fire spell controlled the flame...

In addition to ensuring that the herbs were cut accurately, he could also float the notebook and pen and add some key points;

Even if a wizard asked a question, Vizet could help answer it without delaying the work at hand...

How much is this distraction?

Lorenzo Flores was not sure.

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Looking at Vizet multitasking and controlling multiple items at the same time, Luna couldn't help laughing.

She recalled some secrets that Vizet told her when they were together in the corridor, "He told me several times... Professor Snape didn't like him like this..."

"Oh?" Professor McGonagall came back to her senses and hummed with some surprise.

Luna explained: "Because Professor Snape thinks... he should handle the materials steadily now, and laying a good foundation is the key."

"He told me that Professor Snape said so... Use your hands to feel the materials, use your hands to use the tools, and let this feeling become part of your habit."

"Vizet's technique is very skillful... The levitation spell is very good..." Professor McGonagall adjusted her glasses, "Filius... Professor Flitwick should be very happy."

Luna nodded, but her eyes looked to the side, as if catching something, "But in order to avoid unnecessary trouble... I still have to keep it a secret for him..."

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"Brown... Add the root of the moonflower, it will still turn dark purple..." Vizet has processed all the materials, and the next thing becomes simple.

The liquid in the crucible turned brown, and even though it was still stirring at a constant speed, the reflected waning moon did not change at all;

This is a positive sign, indicating that using moonflowers and moonflower roots as replacement materials can actually supplement moonlight.

"Next, add the sleepy beans..." As Vizette picked up a portion of the sleepy bean juice, the other four portions of the juice also floated up and began to pour the juice following his movements.

The moment the juice was immersed in the liquid in the crucible, the originally dark purple liquid quickly changed to a light snow-blue color;

The waning moon was reflected on the liquid, as if the moon had fallen on a sea of ​​violets.

Vizette looked at the color of the liquid in the crucible and nodded with satisfaction, "Just keep stirring... There is also a little trick here..."

"Stir seven times counterclockwise, then one circle clockwise, and repeat... This will make the potion clear faster, which is what Professor Snape told me."

When he checked the notebook to make sure that the contents were accurately recorded, the liquid in the crucible gradually became deep and clear, and the spoon stopped stirring;

At this time, the crucible was like a well, and the living hell soup was like the water in the well, as quiet as a mirror, without any ripples;

The extremely clear moon was reflected in the crucible, forming a sharp contrast with the silent living hell soup.

Babajide Akinbade and the others were also called over. They held a clear bottle in their hands, and a mandrake leaf was already placed inside.

After taking out the mandrake leaf, their eyes regained calmness, and their expressions were not only excited, but also a little nervous.

"Mr. Akinbade, you can also put the hair and the ghost-faced hawk moth pupa in, and finally pour in the living hell potion." Vizette pointed to the crucible and said.

The five people took action quickly, completing a series of steps with extreme caution. The bottles were filled with the deep decoction of living hell, and it was difficult to see what was happening.

The moon seemed curious too, casting a glance at the bottles;

As if being pulled, the moonlight gradually converges into an uncertain light beam, illuminating these bottles.

The bottle trembled slightly and made a rustling sound, as if something was gestating...

Chapter 119 A product that fits oneself

There was a rustling sound inside the bottle, which made other people feel uneasy.

"What's this noise?"

"Did the Living Hell Decoction corrode those materials?"

"It shouldn't be possible, right? The moonlight is also gathering on it. It should be... changing?"

While they were discussing, the vibration of the bottle gradually eased until it disappeared, and the living hell decoction filling it continued to decrease, as if it had been absorbed by something.

As all the living hell decoction disappeared, only a ball remained in the clear bottle;

The spheres are like collections of hairs. They look similar in shape, but the hairs covering them are quite different.

"These colors... fluorescent flashes!" Babajide Akinbad narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the magic lighting spell, he carefully looked at the sphere.

For example, the bottle in his hand is a sphere made of feathers, with feathers of various colors stuck on it, including black, dark gray, and dirty white.

"That's right!" He seemed to recognize something, "This is my Animagus! The feathers of the Peregrine Falcon Animagus I transformed are these colors!"

The other four wizards holding the bottles also realized that the hairballs that appeared in the bottles were exactly the animal forms they showed after transforming into Animagus.

There are two spheres with distinctive shapes, one of which is covered with scales and should be the snake-like Animagus;

The other sphere is even more peculiar. It looks bare and more rounded than the other four spheres. It looks like it is covered with a layer of light gray leather, with only sparse hair on the top and bottom.

Facing the confused looks of everyone, the wizard explained: "This is my Animagus form... a hairless cat!"

His tone was a little excited, "I can recognize it! This is the color of the skin after turning into Animagus form."

"And here...this scar!" He pointed to the middle of the sphere, where there was an irregular bulge, like a healed scar.

He pulled up his sleeves to reveal his right arm, "When I was brewing potion, I had an accident and left a wound like this on my arm. It's almost the same!"

"After I completed the Animagus, this scar also remained! When I went to the Ministry of Magic to register, it was directly used as my characteristic!"

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"It's similar in size to mistletoe..." Weizet stepped forward, bent slightly, and simply measured the size of the sphere with his fingers.

He continued to improve the contents of his notes and looked closely at the sphere. "It shows different appearances...but there are also similarities..."

"The final effect of the potion is very similar to that of Animagus, with personal characteristics... Not only the coat color of Animagus changes, but also the characteristics will also appear..."

Weizet noticed that the surroundings seemed to be quiet, and there was not much discussion. He straightened up and looked around, and found that everyone was looking at him.

"Sorry, I'm used to it..." he coughed slightly and explained, "When I learn the principles of potions from Snape, I always write down the process."

After hearing what Weizet said, everyone onlookers felt a little ashamed;

To this day, Weizet is still immersed in the seminars and writes down what he thinks;

However, they did not have such awareness. They only marveled at the ingenuity of the ideas put forward by Weizet and could not wait to know the final results, but forgot the purpose of participating in the seminar, just like spectators joining in the fun.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but respect Weizet, and they all tried to express some of their own opinions and thoughts based on what they knew so far.

Ajinbad even let out a long sigh, with shame in his eyes;

The same is true for many wizards from Africa, with similar shame in their eyes;

Their research on Animagus actually goes further than other wizards;

But because of the magic contract, I couldn't tell more secrets. I could only do my own research and share some detailed views under the principle of avoiding the magic contract;

Vizette was able to make relevant innovations to the Animagus based on these rudimentary contents;

It was hard for them to imagine that if they could share the core secrets, could the development of Animagus be promoted earlier?

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The scene became lively again, and Weizet recorded the insights he gained in his notebook while communicating and discussing.

After some exchanges, Weizet made a final conclusion based on his own ideas and the opinions gained from the exchange.