Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 266
The next day, Scott's first potion making really failed.

He reprocessed a piece of material without changing his face, and started the second production.

The finely crushed moonstone powder will continue to cool down after contacting the cold invisible beast blood, and it needs to be stirred constantly to prevent them from freezing together.

During this process, fire must not be used to heat it, otherwise the blood of the invisible beast will turn black and lose its effectiveness.

This step Scott successfully completed.

The color of the original blue blood will change after it is mixed with white moonstone powder, the color will become lighter if it succeeds, and the color will become darker if it fails.

Scott held the stirring stick in his right hand and kept stirring quickly, holding the wand left and right to input magic power into it evenly, until the moonstone powder in the crystal cup gradually dissolved, and the blood turned into a moonlight-like water color.

He looked at the cauldron on the table.

At this time, the Wangchuan River was boiling in the crucible, and the crucible was covered with gauze, with three roses wrapped inside.

Scott put aside the stabilized aqua blood and started the next production process.

Scott regained his composure and put on a new pair of dragonhide gloves.

He first removed the gauze from the crucible, squeezed the roses in the gauze with his hands, and finally squeezed out a small bottle of light red liquid.

The fragrance of roses permeated the air, carrying a faint power to empty the mind.

Scott took off his gloves, and slowly poured the light red liquid in the vial into the water-colored blood.

When the hot light red liquid came into contact with the cold water-colored blood, it made a "chicking" sound, resulting in a violent reaction.

The light red was rolling in the water color, and a bubble appeared on the surface of the liquid.

Scott picked up the stirring rod and wand again, kept stirring rapidly, and continued to input steady magic power, allowing this reaction to subside slowly.

It wasn't until the liquid in the crystal glass became calm again and the color became transparent that Scott put down the stirring rod and wand in his hand, and he was greatly relieved.

It was at this step that he failed the first time he tried.

Due to the failure to reconcile the violent reaction between the two materials in time, the result was that they both evaporated and disappeared under the violent reaction.

And as long as this step is completed, the next steps will not be difficult.

Just pour the mixed liquid into the Wangchuan River water in the crucible, boil for 24 hours, and stir clockwise 3 times every 7 hours during this process, the potion will be completed.

Compared with other precious potions, the production of this ritual potion is not too difficult, and the materials are not too precious, but the real difficulty in casting the Fidelity Curse lies in the ritual of the night of the new moon.

Scott felt that the fact that potion materials were not considered precious was the reason why this ancient ritual magic could be passed down to this day.

He slowly poured the transparent liquid in the crystal cup into the crucible, taking advantage of the opportunity to complete the first stirring.

Then he sat down on the floor by the door again and read the previous day's and the current day's Daily Prophet.

He went to London early in the morning the day before, and was busy dealing with potion materials when he came back, so he didn't have time to read the newspaper.

But as he expected, the headline on the front page of this newspaper was "Shocked the whole Knockturn Alley, Bojinbok died of bizarre poisoning!" "

[Our reporter Bashir Hollingworth reports.

At about 6am on June 17, Mr. Bokin Bocker, the owner of the Bokin Bork store in Knockturn Lane, was found dead inside the store.

...According to the Auror investigation of the Ministry of Magic, the cause of Mr. Burke's death was poisoning.

"This is a poison that can kill a wizard for a short period of time!" an investigation coordinator from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds told the author.

After being examined by the therapist, the poison entered from the mouth of the deceased Mr. Bok...

After investigation, the Aurors have confirmed that no one else entered or exited the store at that time, and there were no traces of fighting left inside the store...

... The Aurors ruled out the suspicion of the wizards who had entered the Bojinbok shop in the morning, but they were suspected of trading black magic items and needed to pay a fine to the Law Enforcement Department.

A senior Auror from the Ministry of Magic said in an interview, "Although it looks like Bock committed suicide by taking poison himself, it is clear that that cunning old dog would never do such a stupid thing!"

The author interviewed many people for their views on this incident.

The current guess with the most support is that someone entered through the fireplace in the store, used black magic such as the Imperius Curse to control Mr. Bork to eat poison, and then left through the fireplace.

But a staff member from the Floo Network Authority of the Ministry of Magic's Transport Department has denied this claim.

"Of course we have checked the operation records of the Floo network! The fireplace in Mr. Bork's store has not been activated all morning!"

The clerk said that only a fool would believe that the murderer killed people through the fireplace...

"It must be a curse, a curse that makes people consciously eat poison!" said a resident from Diagon Alley.

"Is that old Bock still alive today? He must have suffered retribution for doing too many bad things!" said a resident from Knockturn Alley.

Next, the author will visit more...]
Scott shook his head, flipped through the other pages, and moved the paper away.

Although it was strange for him to say this, he still couldn't help but want to complain.

Sure enough, the virtues of the Daily Prophet.

In the end, the event report inevitably turned into entertainment, with a sense of serious nonsense.

Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter per Capita!

Scott picked up the day's new paper.

"Cheers!British wizards!Next year's Quidditch World Cup host confirmed! "

This front-page headline is full of jubilation.

But that was hardly a surprise to Scott.

He just glanced at it briefly, as he thought, the report was full of praise for the British Ministry of Magic and Minister Fudge in particular.

Scott skimmed the headlines uninterestedly, and browsed the other pages.

But the newspaper was overwhelmingly celebrating the 1994 Quidditch World Cup being held in Britain.

Enthusiasm for the Quidditch World Cup seems to have been blown up a year in advance among British wizards.

There were speculations about the Quidditch national team winning the championship in the newspapers, there were introductions about the confirmation of the World Cup venues, and there were even more discussions about the strength of other countries' national teams.

With this posture, those who didn't know thought that the World Cup would be held next week!

Scott pouted, and finally dropped the paper.

"Scott!"

Rimbaud flew down from the sky and still stopped on the windowsill.

"The latest news, people from the Bork family have appeared." It said to Scott.

"Has it appeared?" Scott raised his eyebrows, "This surname is indeed more than Bojinbok alone."

"But don't worry." Rimbaud said, "The rest of the Burke family are not close to Burkin Burke himself, and they seem to feel a bit ashamed of Burgin Burke who runs the black magic shop in Knockturn Alley."

　Sorry, I got up early in the morning to type, but I was still a few minutes late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)