The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 675 The Tradition of the Potions Tournament
Hetok didn't stay here for too long, he had other things to do at the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association, and it would be more than enough to pick them up after the work was done, anyway, it would take an hour to brew the euphoria potion.

In fact, the membership assessment time is also one hour.

There is a big hourglass in front of them. After the assessment starts, Mr. Eugene will turn the huge hourglass upside down.

It's just that Albert really can't understand, is it so difficult to get a mechanical clock?

"Are you all right?"

The two found their own seats, checked the tools on the table for processing medicinal materials and brewing potions, and talked in a low voice, not feeling nervous at all because of the upcoming assessment.

The euphoria potion is a potion in "Advanced Potion Making", and Albert has just finished the fourth grade, so he obviously hasn't been exposed to "Advanced Potion Making", let alone brewing the potion in it.

Isobel never denied Albert's talent, but if he hadn't brewed it before and didn't know the recipe, no matter how talented he was, there was nothing he could do.

Albert knew what Isobel meant, and said with a smile: "It's not difficult, I have brewed this potion before."

Of course Albert had read Snape's "Advanced Potion Making", and he hadn't forgotten to learn some useful tips from it.

The potion of euphoria is actually very suitable to be used as a joke prop, so Albert once helped Fred and George survive some, and used it to make the happy candy they imagined.

While the two were chatting, Mr. Eugene had brought them all the materials needed to make the euphoria potion. Each person only had one copy, and no failure was allowed. This was also a kind of assessment.

After all, it's not in school, there isn't that much material for you to practice and waste, not to mention there isn't enough time for them to give them a second try.

"Sir, I still need some peppermint." Albert looked up to Mr. Eugene after checking the materials in his hand.

"Peppermint?"

Mr. Eugene froze his hand as he was about to turn the hourglass upside down, and looked at Albert in surprise, but he soon realized what was going on, and nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

With Hetok's personality, the juniors he valued are obviously not simple things.

What kind of people have what kind of friends.

It is not surprising that the opponent can improve the potion.

"Just, add peppermint to the euphoria potion?" Eugene thought for a while, and probably guessed the possible use of peppermint, and looked at Albert with some appreciation.

Eugene promised to help Bernard cheat his grandson and let him pass the membership test, which was to give Chairman Bernard a little face, which was a sophistication of the world.

As for Bernard's little thought, Eugene didn't really care.If Guy Bernard has no talent in potions, no matter how hard President Bernard tries to help him, it will be like that.

After Eugene turned the hourglass upside down, Albert and Isobel began to process the potion ingredients.

Both of them were quite skilled at peeling shrunken figs, and there was still time to catch up with Eugene and chat about the Potions Tournament at the School of Magic.

Eugene didn't mean to shy away from it at all, and told the two about the competition method of the Magic School Potions Championship:
Students must go deep into the magic garden, collect materials by themselves, and come back within the specified time to configure the collected potion materials into potions.

Whose potion is more difficult and of better quality, the jury will select the champion through scoring.

"Why are you telling us this?"

Albert was dicing the peeled figs and throwing two-thirds of the figs into the crucible. He watched the potion inside gradually turn green before stirring slowly with a spoon until the color turned blue.

Compared with him, Isobel's progress is slower.But it was also very stable, following his own rhythm, and was not affected by Albert and Eugene's words at all.

"Even if I don't tell you the rules of the competition, Hattok will probably tell you." Eugene sneered: "Cheating has always been a part of the tradition of the Potions Tournament in magic schools."

"I think so."

Albert was not surprised by cheating in the game, this kind of thing happens everywhere.

"However, winning the championship of the Magic School Potion Championship by cheating will not have a good reputation." Eugene suddenly said mysteriously.

"Because most of the champions are the best in this field?" Isobel glanced at Eugene and said calmly.

"The same wizards who won the championship in the Potions Championship of the School of Magic have extraordinary achievements, but you are mediocre, and everyone will naturally think that you are cheating if you win the championship." Albert blocked what Eugene wanted to say.

At this moment, the color of the potion in his cauldron had turned yellow.

"Yes, if the wizard who won the championship ended up with nothing in the field of potions, don't even think about it. That wizard must have used some kind of despicable means to cheat to win the championship, and he would be cast aside by countless colleagues." Eugene Looking at the two men who were concocting the potion while talking to him, he nodded in satisfaction.

Really stable.

All are good seeds.

"In the Association of Extraordinary Wizards, everyone thinks this way. Guys who are characterized as cheating will be ridiculed by their peers, and they will not dare to stay in this circle." Eugene thinks this is right, because There has never been a shortage of wizards who want to win the championship by cheating.

That stuff deserves to be the laughing stock of everyone.

"It's a good way to do this. Only strength can convince people, and the golden crucible trophy is more authoritative." While speaking, Albert added Thorn feathers into it, and started to stir counterclockwise along the boiling potion. Four times, while letting the potion simmer.

After the Thorn's feathers melt, the potion will gradually turn purple.

Every time Albert prepared the potion, he always felt incredible. Sometimes he even wondered if the potion he brewed was concentrated sulfuric acid, otherwise how could he melt the feathers.

After the potion in the crucible changed, Eugene saw Albert add peppermint to the potion.

Sure enough, the process is meant to counteract occasional side effects like too much singing and nose-spinning, without ruining the effects of the euphoria.

As for whether it is orthodox or not, Eugene doesn't really care about it. Pharmacists need continuous improvement in order to make progress in medicine.

Eugene didn't chat with the two of them any more, but made preparations. They all passed the test, so it doesn't matter whether they watch it or not.

After all, the guy who can have time to chat with him obviously has a solid foundation in potions.

After adding seven drops of castor oil to the potion and stirring it constantly, the color of the potion gradually turned brown.

Albert threw in the rest of the figs and continued to wait until the potion turned pink, then put the drowsy bean juice that was squished with a silver knife into the crucible, and the potion immediately turned orange as mentioned in the book.

The next step is to add the wormwood infusion while stirring slowly until the potion in the crucible turns yellow, and then gently wave the wand to complete the final finishing touch.

It is said that waving a wand is a key step in making potions, similar to injecting magic power into potions to make them transform into magical potions.

In fact, the euphoria in the cauldron immediately turned into a sunny golden liquid after Albert waved his wand, and there was an alluring smell in the air.

Pretty perfect.

The whole process took about forty minutes.

After turning off the engine, Albert didn't bother Isobel, and waited slowly by the side. Isobel's actions were also very fast, and he would be fine soon.

Her cauldron is also an alluring sun-gold liquid, just less of a touch of mint, but definitely more authentic.

"It's perfect. Your euphoria is very well completed. Especially Mr. Anderson, your fantastic idea really surprised me." Eugene tasted some of Albert's euphoria and nodded with satisfaction. "You add some peppermint to counteract the occasional side effects of singing too much and twisting your nose, what a genius idea!"

"No, it's not my inspiration. I read that someone did this in a book, and it is said that it can reduce the possible side effects of the euphoria." Albert didn't take the credit for this.

"Oh, what an honest boy you are," said Eugene.

"You can keep the improved formula, which will give you a certain amount of contribution points." Hetok walked in happily, greeted Eugene, and left with the two of them.

When the three of them passed the front desk, Hetok handed over the two forms of passing the examination to the witch behind the counter.

"Mr. Anderson, Ms. Isobel, congratulations on becoming members of the Association of Extraordinary Wizards. After the membership card is made, an owl will send it to you. By the way, please pay the membership fee of the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists in advance." The witch said He smiled at Hetok behind them and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Hetok, you have found two good seedlings."

(End of this chapter)