Chapter 134 This Is Not the Kind of Hug I Want (Second Update)

Chapter 134 I don't want this kind of hug (second update~)

Small expectations can always be realized quickly.

Just as George and Fred were about to leave, Harry waved his wand and a notebook flew out of the hat and landed in their hands.

"Is this Professor Dumbledore's?" George was excited.

Harry nodded: "The first one, the introductory one, I have read it, but I don't have much time to distract myself from it."

"Thank you so much!" George held it carefully.

The greatest alchemist must be Nicolas Flamel, who passed away not long ago. There are many different opinions about the second place after him, and Dumbledore can definitely occupy one of the seats.

It's great!

This is the treasure in the alchemy world.

They sat next to Ron and read carefully word by word.

Parchment, quill, even more seriously than they were in Professor McGonagall's class.

The little lions were very surprised.

There was even a hint of fear in the surprise.

What assimilation power does Potter have that even people like George and Fred can sit down quietly and study seriously. They have even sat there for half an hour!

This is even more incredible than Neville being able to draw the sword of Gryffindor.

Many people have begun to think whether they should put a few bookshelves in the common room. Is it too late to transfer to Ravenclaw now?

Harry continued to study potions.

As expected, the preparation of "White Seagull" failed again, with an unpleasant fishy smell.

He continued to try.

Until late at night.

Harry finally made a pot of wine that smelled okay.

He waved his wand and poured himself a small cup.

The wine was slightly scarlet, and a cold wind-like wine aroma came to his face. There was a faint fluctuation of magic. He drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

Like earth rolling in the throat, the sharp edges scraped the throat, and with a plop, it sank heavily into the stomach.

Burning like a raging fire.

It surged from the esophagus, burning the blood vessels and limbs.

Harry's face flushed and he held his breath.

"Harry?" Hermione immediately noticed Harry's slightly trembling body. She stood up and walked over, passing through the barrier of the spell. The smell of the crucible rushed over, and just smelling it made her dizzy.

Her legs softened and she jumped into the crucible.

Harry was quick and grabbed her collar, pulled her, and clamped her under his arm, and walked out with her.

Hermione was dazed. After walking out of the barrier of the spell, she could no longer smell the alcohol, and her mind gradually became clear.

She tried to raise her head, but she could only see Harry's chin.

Now her mind was full of questions.

Why did you choose this way?

Princess Percy... Bah, isn't the princess hug that Percy gave to Ginny good?

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron raised his head and looked at them, a little hesitant.

Hermione blushed, so it was fine.

Why was Harry's face so red too?

Hermione seemed to have just passed by. In less than a minute, what could they do to make her blush so much...

Harry put Hermione on the chair: "I was brewing a potion, and she suddenly came over, that's it."

Hermione struggled and said angrily: "Are you brewing a potion? The smell of alcohol is so strong, I have suspected it for a long time, Harry, you will not become an alcoholic."

"Alcohol is a man's romance." Fred raised his head and was a little dissatisfied with Hermione's words, "A mature man should learn to drink."

Ron's eyes were full of envy. Harry and Percy kept a close eye on him. Even if there was only a little alcohol content, at most he could only get the house elf drunk with butter beer and not let him drink more.

Hermione didn't have time to speak.

Harry patted her head lightly: "Don't move."

Hermione was startled.

"My dear brothers, you can't control your drinking. When you get drunk, you take off your robes and dance the Four Little Swans. You're ready to perform on stage." Harry reached out his hand to Hermione's face, "That's really mature."

Hermione didn't dare to move, her face turned redder.

Fred was still arguing: "You started us."

"I remember I told you to drink in moderation, and I've hardly ever been drunk." Harry pulled open Hermione's eyelids and checked her eyeballs.

Hermione didn't react a little, and her eyes subconsciously raised up to see what Harry was going to do.

She was patted on the head again.

"Relax your eyes, don't roll your eyes." Harry said softly.

Hermione lowered her eyes and looked directly at the amulet hanging on her chest.

After checking one, and then the other, Harry retracted his hands and body: "Fortunately, there is no effect, drink this bottle of palliative."

Hermione was very obedient: "Is it really a potion? A poison? You are in the lounge..."

Just now, she thought she was finished.

The brain crashed and the body was out of control.

"It's not poison." Harry shook his head, "It's just a base wine."

Hermione's eyes widened.

She looked like "Look at what you are talking about."

Just now he was saying it was a potion, and now he said it was wine...

Heh.

Is this a man?

"Some advanced potions require base wine." Harry explained, "Although it is wine, it is part of the potion."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Harry, shall we try it?" Fred swallowed his saliva.

George was also somewhat yearning.

Harry just laughed and ignored them.

"Harry." Fred begged again.

Harry shook his head: "If you get drunk with a bottle of whiskey, don't ask for this."

The two were stunned and gnashed their teeth.

What's wrong with not being able to drink well!

If you love to drink, do you have to be able to drink well?

Harry glanced at them: "Don't even think about trying it secretly. Let me make it clear in advance that the thing is wine to me, and it's no different from poison to you."

"A small half cup can kill you."

Fred and George's faces turned pale.

"So dangerous?" George tilted his head back.

Harry nodded.

Everything a witcher has is poison to ordinary people.

The two brothers have always been very sensible.

Harry sat back and continued to boil the potion.

It was not until one o'clock in the morning that he prepared thirteen bottles of white seagulls and carefully put them into the sorting hat before returning to the dormitory to sleep. At this time, the lounge was empty, leaving only Hermione in a half-dizzy state.

They returned to their dormitories.

Developing a new magic is painful, especially when there is a huge theoretical difference between the witcher's potion and the wizard's potion.

The first thing Harry prepared was the "Cat's Eye Potion", which is a potion that can enhance the witcher's vision. It can allow the witcher to have normal vision in a completely dark environment without any light source, including but not limited to candlelight, moonlight, and fluorescence.

It is similar to the "Snake Eye Potion".

However, the "Snake Eye Potion" can only allow wizards to see living things.

With reference objects, it shouldn't be difficult.

Harry thought so. He optimized the formula of the Snake Eye Potion and prepared the Cat's Eye Potion, but the result was a bit bad. The thing he brewed was no different from the Snake Eye Potion except that it was more unpalatable than the Snake Eye Potion, the effect was slightly better, and the red light emitted by those living things was more intense.

Even...

After the potion was successfully brewed, the white seagulls that were supposed to have some special effects were assimilated, and the strong effect disappeared and became gentle.

Sword oil did not encounter such a problem.

Ideas, or methods?

During this period, he went to the library more frequently, and often asked Lupin for approval, flipping through every banned book on potions.

Until the arrival of February.

After the beginning of spring, the snow began to melt slowly.

Some birds appeared from time to time on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Harry put them aside for the time being, and there were more important things that he needed to face.

In Professor McGonagall's detention class.

Harry waved his wand, and his arm twisted and changed, smoothly turning into a swan's wing.

McGonagall applauded him: "Great human body transformation."

"If only Wood could be at your level." She sighed, "His current level is still a little far from the 'O' of nwets."

"It's rare to find a Gryffindor who is not so good at Transfiguration." Harry nodded and sighed.

McGonagall: "No, 'E' is already excellent, and the Aurors only require this level."

"No wonder." Harry suddenly realized, "I thought the Aurors' requirements would be very high."

McGonagall looked at him unhappily, waved her wand, and removed the Transfiguration Spell on him: "Today's class ends here, and we can start trying to transform the torso next week."

"Professor, maybe I can try Animagus now?" Harry asked tentatively.

McGonagall was startled, and smiled: "Your current level is indeed enough to contact Animagus, but are you ready?"

"I should be ready." Harry nodded. In addition to his father's notes, he also read a lot of books about Animagus in the library.

A ceremony that lasts at least one month and may take up to a year.

"No, it's not magical preparation." McGonagall frowned and said in a serious tone, "Animagus is not difficult, many wizards have this ability."

She paused after saying that.

"Although there are only eight Animagus in this century, there are many people who can master Animagus."

"Professor Snape, Pomona, Filius, Albus, they all have this ability."

"There are at least ten people I know who can try this spell, but none of them have. Do you know why?"

Harry frowned and thought, then answered hesitantly: "Are you afraid that the animal you turn into is not what you like?"

"If my Animagus is a mouse, I think I will definitely not be able to accept it."

McGreg looked at Harry in surprise and shook his head: "How could this be? It's the Ministry of Magic."

"Every Animagus must be registered with the Ministry of Magic. Many wizards don't like this. They prefer the feeling of freedom."