After being slapped in the face by reality.

Braun was quick to pick himself up.

As a man with a golden finger, let's honestly use the golden finger.

Then he picked up the ten-centimeter copy of A Thousand Plants and Ferns and read it.

This book is arguably the most basic primer to Potions.

It's something that needs to be memorized.

Since his [Apothecary] talent can enhance his memory of Potions knowledge.

Then you're welcome.

It's all over the back.

Braun, who was a scumbag in his previous life, finally felt the joy of learning at this moment.

Look at it once, read it twice, and then read it twice, and the plant quickly memorizes it.

I have to say that this feeling is really refreshing.

But happy times are always short-lived.

Soon Braun's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, which woke him up from the ocean of knowledge.

"Who?".

"Little master, it's Dobby! The old man said to let Dobby call the little master to eat. "

The voice is a little shrill when he speaks.

Braun frowned, glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw that the hands were already pointing to half-past six.

And this time is the time for dinner at their house.

Took a deep breath.

Braun closed the book.

"Dobby, take me to the restaurant. "

Braun opened the door and said to the house-elf in front of him, who was about six meters old, with green skin and big ears and big ears.

"Okay little master. "

The little house-elf, dressed in a bed sheet and a little older, said respectfully.

Although he was surprised by Braun's order, he obediently stood in front and led the way.

Braun followed.

Try to smile at the house-elves who have had their heads cut off and hung on the wall as decorations.

and the portraits of the ancestors who are talking to each other.

To be honest, if it weren't for his strong psychological quality, Braun would have been scared by these things.

Some of the memories of the original body are vague.

For example, there are these portraits and decorations on the road to the restaurant.

It's like people subconsciously ignore the things that are everywhere around them.

But this made Wang Xuan bitter.

It can be described as terrifying along the way.

Especially the portraits like to stare at him and let out bursts of laughter.

Wang Xuan had to stop and say hello to them from time to time.

"Grandpa......

".

Wang Xuan respectfully greeted the white-haired old man in the frame in front of him.

The old man was much kinder than the other portraits, but the ancestral hooked nose had not changed.

At this moment, his tone was a little excited:

"Oh, my dear boy Braun, you have really taken me aback.

Your magical riot is outrageous!Trust me!

You will definitely become a great potions master in the future!

Pretty much better than your dad's idiot.

He had to fail a dozen times to succeed even a simple acne potion, and to be honest I doubt he was my own!".

"Hey! I'm not that bad, okay?".

Mr. Foley rolls his eyes and looks helplessly at the portrait.

Although the portrait in front of him was not his father, but a magical creation made by some magical means, it still contained some of his father's memories.

So he was still very respectful of the portrait.

The old man in the frame snorted.

Some dissatisfied, they left, apparently to show off the news with other portraits.

"Alright, let's go. Why are you walking so slowly this time?".

"I'm sorry Dad, but I feel a little weak. "

"Nothing, right?".

Mr. Foley is concerned.

Now his son is a treasure, and he can't bump into it.

He is still waiting for his son to revitalize the family.

As the portrait says, become a great potions master and revive the prestige of the Foley family.

Braun shook his head:

"It's okay, I just feel like my body is empty. Get some sleep and you'll be fine. "

Mr. Foley breathes a sigh of relief

"It's okay, it's because the magic in your body is gone because of the magic riot.

It won't be like that when they recover again.

Alright, let's go.

Otherwise, your mom won't be able to wait. "

Braun nodded obediently.

Don't dare to delay any longer.

Through the memories of the original body, he knew that his mother, although most of the time she was a well-bred woman like a noblewoman.

But when he makes a mistake, he becomes a different person.

It seems to be the instinct of the body, thinking of this.

My body couldn't help but shudder.

"Why did you come so late?".

Mrs. Foley frowned.

She seemed to be dissatisfied with her son's punctuality, but she didn't say much because of the presence of her relatives.

After complaining, he asked his son to sit down.

"Cousin Foley, you didn't know you were so handsome when you rioted with magic just now!".

A little red-haired girl sat next to Braun and excitedly told him about her magical riot.

Braun listened with interest, nodding his head in agreement with the girl from time to time.

Of course he knew the group in front of him, Ginny, the youngest daughter of the Weasleys.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that he was still related to the Weasleys.

Her mother was Mrs. Weasley's sister.

This was a bit of a surprise to him.

After all, Mrs. Weasley was compared to her own mother, both in terms of appearance and temperament.

None of them could find the slightest resemblance.

Pull in front of strangers and say that they are sisters, and absolutely no one will believe them.

But the truth is that they are sisters.

Ginny clenched her little fist indignantly:

"Cousin Foley, I'm so glad you're not a Squib!

So you can go to school like Ron!

I'm sure those pure-blood families would be stunned if they knew that you had such powerful magical powers!

You don't know what they looked like!".

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