Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 13 Brew Potion
"What do you want to ask? Let's talk about breaking the law and don't ask me for help."

Mr. Stuart showed a little helpless expression, "William, you are still the same, you offend people when you speak."

"By the way, this is my son Alan. You have hugged him before."

"Hello, Uncle William." Allen half stood up and said hello politely. He had a good impression of Uncle William in front of him.

Although the other party behaved a bit frivolously, he didn't pretend to be hungry after coming in, and he was wearing a formal action uniform, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was disheveled.

It can be seen that he hasn't had a serious rest these days. When he is connected with the perverted killer, he is probably on night shift these days and is a responsible policeman.

"Not bad boy." William patted Allen's shoulder with his thick palm, "At least he's not as weak as your father."

Mr. Stuart coughed a few times, "I'm here this time to ask about your recent perverted killer."

Then he saw something wrong in William's eyes, and quickly explained, "Don't think wrongly, I just want to be an enthusiastic citizen, maybe I have a clue in my hand, but I'm not sure."

"Do you have a clue?" William swallowed the sandwich in two gulps, and after taking a sip of coffee, folded his arms around his chest, examining Langdon Sturt.

Mr. Stuart said slightly annoyed, "Could it be that you think that I, a fund manager with tens of millions of pounds in my hand, have time to kill people?"

"It's possible." William nodded half-jokingly, "After all, you're not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business."

Then he looked at Allen again. If his classmate didn't bring his son with him, he would definitely doubt it secretly, and he wouldn't say it clearly, but he had to give up the idea of ​​bringing his own son to talk about it.

Seeing that Mr. Stuart was really angry, he explained, "Just kidding."

Then asked, "Is it related to your kid?"

As expected of an old policeman, Allen nodded to his father.

Mr. Stuart did not immediately say what Alan's role was, but made an appearance of negotiation.

"William, I just want to act as an enthusiastic citizen and help London solve a dangerous murderer. Do you want to interrogate us father and son like prisoners? Then let me leave."

Seeing that Langdon Stuart really wanted to get up and leave, William, who couldn't figure out the specific situation, hurriedly stopped him.

"Come on, old man, it's my fault. By the way, what clues can you give us to the Metropolitan Police?"

"I want to look at the specific case file first. Your internal ones are not the kind to fool reporters. This is a prerequisite."

Mr. Stuart made his request known.

"Take him?" Although it was against the police regulations to show the file to the citizens, William was not worried that Langdon would spread rumors after reading the file.

As he said, as a well-known fund manager on London's Financial Street, Langdon doesn't have that much free time.

"Well, take Alan." Mr. Stuart nodded.

William thought for two seconds, got up and said, "Okay, come with me, but I told you in advance that some of the pictures in the dossier are too bloody, and it's not good for children to read."

Arriving at the police station in William's police car, he quickly retrieved the files of the incident and put them in a thick stack on the table.

Mr. Stuart took a look, then pushed it in front of Alan.

Allen opened the file without hesitation, and then quickly browsed through it.

William did not stop, but said with great interest, "It seems that your son will not become a blood-sucking capitalist in the future, but will become a heroic policeman."

Langdon smiled proudly, then smiled mysteriously, "Maybe it's neither?"

The mental attribute is more than twice that of ordinary people, which makes Allen's memory and understanding extraordinary. He quickly read the file, and then closed his eyes and meditated.

Weigh the risks and benefits of involving William.

After a while, he said, "This is an evil ritual."

William didn't realize what Allen said for a while, and couldn't help asking, "What do you mean?"

"This is an evil sacrifice that worships the devil. The other party is not only a perverted murderer, but also follows the steps of the ritual. We can predict his actions in advance by guessing the next step of the ritual."

"Where's the evidence?" William stared at Alan's blue eyes with interest, and saw a maturity far beyond his peers.

He wasn't angry because of Alan's rambling words. He believed that a smart person like Langdon would never bring his son to tease him for nothing.

"The so-called ritual characteristics you called were not found at the scene of the crime. The other party has a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness. We didn't even find specific clues such as fingerprints."

An 11-year-old child was able to speak to himself clearly after reading such horrific files and photos.

If it wasn't that he was born with a psychopath, it was that the other party had experienced this kind of thing and had enough psychological preparation.

"This is my intuition." Allen said seriously.

William sighed and spread his hands, "Your reason can't convince me."

Allen stood up and said, "There is no way to do this. After all, there are some things that cannot be explained by science. If my father and I have other clues, we will let you know."

Allen got up, and although Mr. Stuart was a little puzzled, he also got up and left.

William did not see them off this time. He sat on the desk in the office, holding the case file in one hand, and stared at the backs of the father and son as they left.

In the car, Mr. Stuart asked, "I don't understand. If you want to see the case file, I can help you get it in other ways. There is no need to make William suspicious."

Allen said with a smile, "This is the best state. We will investigate independently. At the same time, Uncle William will focus part of his attention on us, and will provide us with military help at the most critical time."

"But why not tell William everything?"

"Father, have you forgotten the wizard's secrecy regulations?" Allen said with a smile.

"Aurors must have been involved in the investigation of this matter in the end. If we took the initiative to inform about the magic, it would be considered a violation of the secrecy regulations. However, leaving clues in this way and allowing Uncle William to find out the whole thing by himself is at most our carelessness, and we don't have to bear any responsibility."

Mr. Stuart stared blankly at Alan's bright eyes, and sighed, "You really deserve to be my son."

Allen smiled and said nothing. He had another hidden thought that he didn't say, that is, the wizards will most likely use the Forgetting Curse to cleanse William's memory afterwards.

But the Forgetting Curse has a corresponding anti-curse, which is reversible. If I return this memory to William when it is appropriate, I can get a useful helper, a policeman who knows the existence of the wizarding world, which will be of great help to me in my future tasks.

Back home, the herb shop had delivered the herbs that Alan bought last night.

After buying alchemy instruments and common herbs in Diagon Alley, Allen also studied Potions in his spare time this week.

Although he has never refined potions, he is proficient in some basic operations, at least knowing the purpose of each basic alchemy equipment and the basic herbal medicine treatment methods.

Walking to the alchemy table made of fir wood, Allen prepared the four materials to be used this time: magic spring, sage, cat's whiskers, and moon water.

Take out the refining equipment, the brass lamp that can automatically adjust the flame, the crucible, etc.

After going through the essentials of configuring [Show Trace Powder] again, Allen began to configure the potion for the first time.

Because he had learned the basics of potion science for a week, plus his own chemistry foundation, he was no stranger to the operation of potions.

The low-level potions in Harry Potter are all fused by the reaction of the potion itself, and there are clear steps, just like simple chemical experiments, so little wizards can get started.

Take out the fountain of magic power and pour it into a silver-iron crucible. The brass lamp automatically jumps into flames. Allen uses his mental power to control the flame to a low flame and heats up slowly.

The magic spring is a spring full of magic power, and it is also a material used in most potions, as a fusion agent and stabilizer for potions.

The pure spring water heated up slowly, and the magic power inside became more and more active.

"Sage represents exploration, the first step."

Allen added a tender green herb with a white hui, while analyzing the meaning of these herbs in the potion.

"A cat's whiskers represent curiosity and precision."

"Use the wand to guide the magic power in, stir clockwise, and let the two penetrate in the magic spring."

Because of the magic power control training brought about by the spell of [Flip in the Air].

Allen easily held the wand and pointed at the potion that had been integrated in the crucible. The magic power seeped out from the end of the wand, then merged into the potion, and slowly began to stir clockwise.

The light green potion began to swirl.

When the potion turned from light green to sky blue, he stopped stirring.

According to the third step in memory, "Add Yuejianshui, which represents the truth, a little bit, and turn on the firepower of the magic blowtorch to the maximum, so that the truth will appear in exploration and curiosity."

Allen took out the pure water on the side, which is the moon water collected on the night of the full moon.

Turn on the brass-colored magic blowtorch to the maximum, and then the potion is boiling, and use a glass rod to drain Yuejianshui little by little.

As for the amount, it depends entirely on the perception of magic power. This is the worst point of potion refining. All potions have an approximate range of dosage control.

It's not that the wizards are stupid, but that chaotic, disordered, and uncontrollable variables such as magic power have been introduced.

Then the subsequent potion refining also needs corresponding changes, especially because the nature of each wizard's magic power is different, making this dosage change more difficult to control.

Therefore, the vast majority of wizards will only brew potions they are familiar with. For unfamiliar potions, only potion masters can quickly get started with experience and control.

Bang, there was a soft sound.

Allen looked at the potion that had become mushy at the bottom of the pot and shook his head, because he had added too much Yuejianshui.

Clean out the cauldron and spent medicine, and start over.

After several more failures, Alan finally saw the dry, silver-white potion at the bottom of the crucible for the fourth time.

At the same time, a lot of potion knowledge became clearer in his mind.

(End of this chapter)