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At 32 Moon Street, in the house belonging to Mr. Tonks, Salazar stood in front of a cauldron, making potions.

There is no burning flame under the crucible, and what is responsible for heating is an induction cooker made by Muggles.

If this kind of thing is seen by those wizards who have little contact with the Muggle world, they will probably draw out their wands and have a duel with this 13-year-old boy.

The black induction cooker and the crucible work together seamlessly, and the steady fire makes the liquid in the crucible boil very regularly, and every bubbling bubble is the same size.

"drop!"

As the power of the black induction cooker was cut off, the egg-sized bubbles began to slowly shrink, and the pearl-sized bubbles continued to murmur.

The flame brand on the back of Salazar's right hand was burning, and the tip of his index finger was emitting a silver-white light, which was similar in color to the liquid in the crucible.

Now comes the final step in making a powerful Apparition Amplifier: infusing the cauldron with mana, which will catalyze the potion and make it work as it should.

The power of silence cannot be sustained and stable, unless it is manifested under the leadership of other wizards, or in the process of entering the void, there will be uncontrollable chaos, resulting in the failure of apparition.

Even before entering Diagon Alley, Salazar began plotting ways to undo the chaos.

And it wasn't until entering Diagon Alley that the pharmacy sold materials related to Ball Dungeon, that he made the current plan for making the potion.

The process of making this potion is not complicated. Add the materials from the ball Dunniao into the crucible in the corresponding order, and finally inject the magic power to catalyze it.

The difficulty lies in the control of the firepower. A sufficiently stable firepower is needed to ensure the stability of the booster. If the firepower itself is constantly high and low, it is likely to cause disorder in the potion itself, resulting in splitting.

Ordinary splits are okay, Salazar has prepared white fresh essence, but if splits appear in a silent state, no one can say for sure what will happen.

Moran's instability is all-round, and there will be no problems with short-term use of spells, but if he uses Moran's power to control the strength of the flame, I'm afraid he has to be careful all the time to prevent it from burning. A sudden burst of silent power blew up his cauldron.

The induction cooker solves this problem very well. The advantage of the induction cooker is that it heats up quickly and has good stability, which is very suitable for making boosters.

Under the catalysis of magic power, the potion in the crucible slowly condensed into a pool of shallow silvery liquid, which looked like a glob of gleaming mercury.

After carefully pouring the potion into the bowl, Salazar just had to wait for the Ministry of Magic employees to leave.

He summed up the work and rest schedule of the two employees who were in charge of monitoring by the Ministry of Magic during this period. They both took a two-hour lunch break at noon every day, and their punctuality was comparable to that of a clock.

And he needs to use the interval of these two hours to go to Suffolk to retrieve something that belongs to him.

At twelve o'clock at noon, at the moment when the pointers coincided, there were two crisp sounds almost in no particular order in the woods outside the house, and the two employees of the Ministry of Magic disapparated and left.

They walked on time and were very punctual. These employees never wronged themselves when it came to rest.

Salazar drank the potion in the bowl.

The taste of this potion was very peculiar, and it tasted like holding a cold metal block. After the peculiar smell of birds came out, he felt that the potion began to take effect.

Following the moment when the brand on the back of his hand was bright red, in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, he watched black lines like spider webs appear on his body.

The black lines quickly spread all over the body, and eventually the whole person turned into a cloud of black air like smoke, writhing, began to rotate regularly, and finally began to shrink slowly...

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There is a swamp in the west of Suffolk County. In the 60s, this swamp became famous for the appearance of two ruthless murderers.

Until 30 years later, the locals still kept a respectful distance from that swamp.

There is an unknown village near the swamp. There are scattered houses on both sides of the long and narrow dirt road. Black smoke is still coming out of the chimneys of the houses, and the aroma of baked goods can be vaguely smelled.

The dirt road looked muddy after a heavy rain because there was no money to lay asphalt.

Salazar was walking on the right side of the street. There were two deep ruts in the middle of the street. It seemed that something had just passed here.

He followed the directions of the road signs and walked towards the west, when he encountered a thick arm blocking his way.

A hoarse voice said: "Child, what do you want to do here? Although it is summer vacation, running around is not what a good boy should do."

"I'm going to that swamp and get something back." Salazar looked up at the person blocking the way.

This is a middle-aged man, with a wooden pipe dangling from his mouth, wearing a small felt hat with a sunshade, and his full beard makes him look a bit vicious.

"Take something back? Is there really a treasure in that swamp?" The middle-aged man's tone revealed a bit of curiosity.

Salazar didn't answer.

The middle-aged man approached him again and said in a low voice, "You should give up your treasure-hunting dream. It has only rained, and the swamp will only become more dangerous!"

"Did someone pass by here just now? His goal is also that swamp?" Salazar asked.

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "There is a man who claims to be an explorer a little earlier than you. He seems to be planning to go deep into the swamp. It seems that you are all looking for treasure."

"Did he come by car?" Salazar asked, pointing to the ruts on the ground.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath of the pipe and said: "Yes, he is neurotic, his pickup truck is still covered with canvas, if it wasn't for the swamp with only water snakes, I would have thought he was a poacher! "

Soon, the middle-aged man was called home by his wife for lunch, but before leaving, he still told Salazar not to go to the swamp, it was too dangerous.

"It looks fierce, but unexpectedly he is a good man." Salazar smiled and continued to walk in the direction indicated by the road sign.

Walking out of the village, you can faintly hear regular and noisy roars in the distance. In addition to the earthy smell after the rain, there is also a pungent smell in the air.

As he moved away from the village, the surrounding fog became more and more obvious. Originally, he could clearly see the road ten meters ahead, but now he could only see a distance of three meters clearly under the obstruction of the fog.

The roar and pungent smell became more and more obvious, and the surrounding air became more and more humid.

After Salazar finished casting the Water and Fire Inviolability Curse on himself, he vaguely saw a huge monster appearing in front of him. The roar and pungent smell came from the direction of the huge monster.