Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 72 Reply to the Horror Journey
Before he knew it, William had been at Hogwarts for nearly two months.

"You call this a coffee mate?!"

Jimmy looked at the test tube containing the amber liquid and exclaimed.

According to Nicole Flamel, a small amount of this alchemy drug can keep a person awake for a whole day when added to a drink. This dosage can last for about a month.

"If I hadn't met Professor Binns."

William secretly complained.

That is simply the weapon of causality.

"yes."

He answered Jimmy with a yawn.

He spent so much time studying alchemy last night that when he returned to the dormitory, it was already dawn - but he still had classes in the morning, so he couldn't sleep until he woke up naturally.

"But it's still worth it. Although alchemy seems to be a mystical science, it is essentially the same as the potion process I split up before."

"These several attempts have proved that as long as the same 'effect' can be obtained, it is not necessary to follow the steps of Nicole Flamel
The only troublesome point is how to speed up its decay and fermentation. "

William thought.

A whole big crock of pickles would be nice.

"But it's too slow."

But this is the only thing he can't accept.

Having spent a full month optimizing the steps of each process, William has been able to produce the alchemy drug he named "Coffee Companion" in batches, and the tube thrown to Jimmy is Samples of the first batch of products.

William has not yet decided how to sell this alchemy medicine, because the production cycle is relatively long, so the production cost has not yet reached a level that satisfies him.

"However, being a 'Coffee Companion' is only for temporary practice. The key is when Lalo helps to contact a suitable supplier. It would be outrageous if it was made."

In Nicole Flamel's manuscript, William found a recipe that Nicole thought was marked as "valuable but useless"-he could mix the blood of some magical creatures with several types of metals to create a Magic metal.

This metal has very strong magical properties, almost as sensitive as being used to make magic wands and flying broomsticks.But its melting point is extremely high, so it is very difficult to put it into the mold and heat it.

But William would bet that even the great Nicole Flamel hadn't heard of a technique called powder metallurgy.

"Maybe this year you can consider relying on this to grab the business of Buffy's brain refresher, every year before OWLs, there will always be someone who secretly sells them to fifth graders.

But it looks like it's made of some kind of shit. "

Penello mentioned that she had finished her breakfast and was reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"puff!"

Jimmy suddenly spat the milk out of his mouth.

"Sorry, Everly."

He hurriedly apologized to the boy sitting next to him.

"Any interesting news?"

William just skimmed the front page about a few ordinary people who witnessed a car explode.

Not a short time had passed, but the group of black wizards seemed to have suddenly melted into the water.Despite constant stalking by Ministry Aurors, there was never a breakthrough.

"Really think of a way to tear off that garlic turban and get rid of the model professor Quirrell, tsk, this combination is as strange as a combustible blogger's biography."

William has been trying to find a suitable opportunity during this time, and he even borrowed the Marauder's Map of the Weasley brothers, so as to observe Quirrell's movements at all times.

But even Ron's mouse couldn't help running out of the common room for a night swim, but Quirrell was like a good baby, and didn't move at all-he hardly wandered around, and almost always appeared In a place with a lot of people like an auditorium.

"It seems that in the original book, you still run into the Forbidden Forest all day, or you sneak to the corridor on the fourth floor. Why do you suddenly become a good baby?"

Frustrated, William thought:
"I don't believe that you really came to Hogwarts to realize your dream!"

Halloween is a great opportunity.

If Quirrell goes according to the script.

"Interesting news? No, except Mrs. Primnir. How many times?" Penello tilted his head slightly, thinking for a while, "More than 30 times, openly to the Ministry of Magic's Misuse of Muggle Items Division Complain to you."

"Poor Mr. Weasley."

William expressed deep sympathy for what happened to him.

Some time ago, Mr. Weasley brought his member, an old wizard named Perkins, to the store, and was dragged by the twins, and chatted with William about the world of ordinary people for a long time.

"Let's go?"

Everyone finished their breakfast.

They went to Professor Sprout's greenhouse.

Compared with when he first came to Hogwarts, the wind has become stronger and the temperature has become lower and lower-but William has become more and more familiar with Hogwarts.

In the distance, they could see the pumpkin patch next to Hagrid's hut.

The pumpkin is scary big.

"Speaking of which, is Hagrid some kind of hidden magic genius? He was expelled from Hogwarts, and he can cast spells with a broken wand, releasing permanent deformation and magnification spells."

William suddenly thought.

This is really illogical.

"Can you find a chance to observe?"

As he thought about it, he tightened the collar of his robe, and hurried towards the greenhouse.

William soon discovered that even though it had been nearly a month, Sprout still hadn't forgotten his "wild words" in the first class.

Even as she showed everyone what to do with the bubble pods, she continued to stare at William out of the corner of her eye.

"Like I would steal pods and eat them!"

After class, William complained softly.

Bubble pods are a fun magical plant that grows fat pink pods filled with shiny beans that bloom when touched to a solid object.

"Objectively speaking, you did mention that you want to try to stir them up."

Penello glanced at William.

She has witnessed this kind of remarks many times-from jumping bulbs, umbrella flowers, wicked palms, to today's bubble pods, Penello can't understand at all why William is so interested in "stirring" these things Strong obsession.

"But Professor Sprout doesn't know. Besides, aren't the leaves of the umbrella flower delicious?"

William replied confidently.

"Okay, get out of class is over!
See you guys in our next herbal medicine class. "

Professor Sprout clapped his hands.

She motioned for them to leave the conservatory.

"Goodbye, Professor Sprout."

William and the others packed up their things, wrapped their robes tightly, and walked towards the auditorium.When lunch was almost finished, an owl suddenly flew in from the door and handed William a heavy envelope tied around his lap.

William looked at the sender column.

"Stephen Holler, 59 Diagon Alley, Horror Tours."

"finally come."

William thought to himself—he had already sent a letter to this very deceitful travel agency before, consulting Dr. John Deyi and necromancy.Since there was no result, another letter was sent, asking if the incident in Knockturn Alley might be related to necromancy.

But different from the first time, in the last letter, William stuffed five Galleons.

(End of this chapter)