Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

After listening to Professor McGonagall's words, Professor Dumbledore shook his head and smiled:

"I'm the opposite of you. I think Mr. Anders is very confident in himself. Look at his face now. He doesn't look nervous at all."

Professor McGonagall looked at the face of Meka Anders who was refining the potion and was stunned.

He was focused, lowered his head, and his eyes never left the crucible.

Professor McGonagall looked at Professor Snape on the other side and found that their expressions were almost exactly the same, and even their movements were somewhat similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

"I know you are worried about the children who are being treated in the hospital, but you have to give Anders some confidence." Professor Dumbledore said again, "Anders is willing to accept this job. I guess he has his own considerations."

I did act a little anxious... Professor McGonagall stared at Meka's face and exhaled:

"I know, professor."

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The difficulty in refining the 'cyst poison special antidote' lies in two aspects.

First, the selection and control of raw materials are extremely strict. If a herb is of the wrong age, too old, or too young, it will not work. The purity of biological materials is also very high. It cannot be mixed with even a little other ingredients, even the blood of the same organism.

In order to meet the above requirements, the refiner needs to have at least a vision close to that of a potion master, which is really quite demanding.

But this most difficult point is the easiest part for Meka to handle, because he has the special ability of "vitality smell" because of vampire blood, and it is easy to distinguish medicinal materials.

Another difficulty is also related to the materials. It comes from the fact that there are many combinations of materials, and some of them are even in conflict with each other. This makes every refining full of uncertainty-you don’t know when to put in another material, because there is no fixed time for reference, and the timing may be different every time.

This requires the refiner to have an extremely good potion master's intuition. Through repeated trial and error, one can let his intuition feel whether the reaction between the materials is sufficient, whether the fire is in place, whether the temperature of the beaker wall is appropriate... It requires attention to many details.

Well, this means that I must fail many times in the past... Meka looked at the boiling light red solution in the beaker, white mist rose, and materials of different colors floated in it.

He observed the changes of each material, and his mind quickly remembered whether the bubbles they floated were dense or sparse, how the color changed, and the softness of each skin after heating... All kinds of details came into his mind.

"Well, it should be okay..." Meka took a deep breath and felt the scorching heat of the water vapor.

He picked up the eighth material - a tuft of red horse's tail hair with tweezers, and carefully put it into the solution along the wall of the cup.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Oh? It seems to be okay? Am I so lucky that I have a chance to make it the first time... Uh, just ignore what I said... Meka looked at the black bubbles pouring out of the cup in front of him in silence.

Obviously, the goddess of luck will not always favor the same person.

The first refining failed as a matter of course.

What material details were not in place just now? Hmm... maybe the leaves of the Pemo grass were overheated? ... Meka touched his chin, recalling the scene just now.

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"Failed..." Professor McGonagall frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

Even though she had a preconceived notion that this potion was too difficult to make and that Mr. Anders was too young, she thought he might not be able to do the job.

But whether she should say it or not, she still hoped that this student could slap her in the face, because the infected people in the hospital really couldn't hold on for a few days and their lives were in danger.

"It's okay." Professor Dumbledore's calm voice came from his ear. He said, "Since Severus said that this potion is not easy to make, it is normal to fail a few times."

"Those children in the hospital..." Professor McGonagall sighed.

She crossed her hands in front of her, wrinkled and clenched them, her eyes never leaving the potion workbench a few meters away.

Not long after, black smoke rose from the workbench again, making her frown even deeper.

Failed again... Is it really as I thought, that the difficulty of this potion is still too high for Anders... Professor McGonagall looked back at Professor Dumbledore and found that he couldn't help frowning.

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Failure, failure, failure, failure...

Still failure.

Meka couldn't remember how many times he failed. Just changing the crucible alone, he had changed at least six or seven times. Three of them were burned, two exploded directly, almost disfigured himself, and the rest were contaminated by the medicinal materials and could not be cleaned, so they could not be used.

He glanced at the waste material storage barrel next to him, which looked like a small mountain.

The preparation of this potion was more complicated than I thought. If I didn't pay attention to a little detail, I had to start all over again... Meka looked back at his hands, put his hands above the beaker, and felt the temperature of the steam.

The leaves of the Pemo grass were a little softer, and the stems were not rotten and remained green, which was good... The color of the red horse's tail hair also faded... The powder of the goat horn released just the right amount of foam, not too dense...

"This is the time!"

Meka thought countless thoughts in his mind and almost held his breath.

The last material, black velvet gravel, was put in.

Bo~~ The solution rippled.

All the foam on the entire solution disappeared and it stopped boiling. Quietly, only a few pieces of black velvet gravel slowly sank to the bottom.

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Can it be done? It has failed more than ten times, and it took four hours. If it still fails this time, it will have to consider other methods, but is there still enough time... Professor McGonagall focused her eyes on the bright blue Solution, I even forgot to breathe.

There was only Professor Dumbledore's steady breath ringing in her ears. She didn't even dare to blink. She was worried that even blinking might cause the refining of the potion to fail again, leaving the children in the hospital unable to wait for a bottle of antidote. …

"To succeed, you must..." Professor McGonagall thought, suddenly startled, and then couldn't help but smile.

Gululu~~!

The blue solution boiled again, and the color turned into the final dark brown in an instant, giving off a slightly fishy smell.

"It's done." She finally breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help laughing.

"Yes." Professor Dumbledore also smiled: "I hope the success rate can be improved in the future... However, Mr. Anders is really calm enough. The successes after repeated failures can actually be achieved." Calm down like this..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Meka Anders again and found that his face was so dull that it was as if this was still a failed attempt, and there was no smile at all.

He cleaned it up and started refining again.

"This child..." She was inexplicably shocked.

This time, she finally knew why Professor Snape trusted this child.

This kind of calmness alone is not something that ordinary people can possess.

"I hope his efficiency in refining this potion can be improved, at least half of that of Professor Snape..." Professor McGonagall looked at it for a while and prayed inwardly again.

After an unknown amount of time, her last worries were let go.

She looked at Professor Snape and then at Meka, feeling a little overjoyed.

"I didn't expect that..." Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

"The two started refining the new potion at the same time and ended it at the same time. The refining efficiency is basically the same..."

"In this way, there may be extra potion after three days..." A relaxed smile appeared on her wrinkled face.

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The restrooms outside the Quidditch pitch.

Professor Flitwick returned here again. He carefully wore a mask, stretched out his wand, and touched the water tank again.

There was a buzzing sound,

Purple lines first stirred up on the water, and then a color like ink surged up and eliminated the purple lines.

This picture instantly made Professor Flitwick lose his mind:

"The protective spell that Professor Dumbledore asked me to cast on the water source a few days ago has completely failed here?"

"How is it possible, how is it possible that someone could break the spell here without attracting my attention?"

He was lost for a moment and quickly found Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses and looked at the black aura floating vaguely on the water tank.

He squinted his eyes and said:

"It seems that my student is back again..."

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