American TV series World Rescue

Malfoy Manor.

Three years later.

1986.

"The herbs are flying."

A blond boy, wearing a luxurious magic robe, stood in front of a huge test bench and snapped his fingers. Jars containing herbs flew over from the other end of the test bench. Under the gaze of the blond boy, the jars opened. He tilted slightly and automatically fell towards the crucible in front of the blond boy.

Daylight Langen.

daisy.

Foxy's eggs.

Poisonhorn's explosive liquid.

…

The ingredients for the potion were poured into the crucible in an orderly and precise manner. Under the catalysis of the flame, the white mist gradually rose up, and a strange smell filled the air.

"It's indeed a Western potion. It has a strange smell."

The blond boy couldn't help but frown, and complained in his heart: "It can't be compared to the oriental elixirs, each of which has a unique fragrance. If you smell it, you can live a hundred years."

"Okay, it's done."

After the white mist dissipated, a pool of green liquid appeared in the crucible. The blond boy's eyes were filled with joy and he shouted: "Dobby~Dobby!"

The blond boy is Owen, who is now six years old.

After a while, an ugly house elf walked in slowly and looked at Owen with a look of fear on his face: "Young Master."

"Dobby, come on, as usual, I'll give you a nice drink."

Owen smiled and waved to Dobby.

"Master, let Dobby go. Dobby doesn't dare to drink anymore."

Dobby begged.

"What a stupid thing to say."

Owen stepped forward and pulled Dobby over, scolding: "Do you know how much gold galleons this pot of medicine cost? My father almost cried when he saw it, and you are still unwilling to drink it? Come on, Dobby, drink the medicine!"

"Yes, young master."

Dobby was subject to a bloodline curse. Even though he resisted extremely in his heart, he had no choice but to agree against his will. He stretched out a pair of dry wood hands and picked up the crucible. His green eyes as big as tennis balls stared at the green potion with infinite sorrow. After repeated urging, he closed his eyes and poured the potion into his mouth.

"That's right."

Owen looked at Dobby critically, and while carefully observing Dobby's changes, he smiled casually: "This is a formula that I spent a lot of time and trouble to find in ancient potion books, and then asked my father to spend a lot of money on it. Jin Jialong just collected all the ingredients for the formula, and he spent all his sleep and food to prepare this pot of magic power amplifying potion. Aren't you happy to drink it for you?"

"But Master, you have repeated this dozens of times."

Dobby, who was waiting for the final judgment, couldn't help but complain.

"Have it?"

Owen was surprised and said: "No wonder I can't see my father recently. When I asked my mother, my mother was also evasive. It turned out that she was avoiding me."

"You just know."

Dobby rolled his big green eyes and complained in his heart.

Although he didn't like Lucius as his master, Dobby glanced at the mountains of precious potion ingredients piled up on the test bench and thought of the gold galleons being spent like water. Dobby couldn't help but feel sorry for Lucius who was being chewed up like this. A sense of pity arose.

I can’t afford to hurt my gold-rich son!

"ah!"

Before Dobby could continue his reverie, the magic power amplifying potion had already taken effect. Under the action of the potion, the gaseous magic power source in his mind suddenly increased in size. Dobby suddenly cried with his head in his arms.

All physical pain will eventually be reflected mentally. The source of magic power is in the sea of ​​consciousness and is closely related to Dobby's spirit. This kind of pain that surges instantly and hits the soul is definitely far more than physical pain.

"how do you feel?"

Owen asked with concern, staring closely at Dobby.

"Okay, it hurts~!"

Dobby rolled to the ground and screamed.

"I know I know."

Owen squatted down and asked: "I'm asking where it hurts? How much pain? Are there any other feelings besides pain? Has the magic source expanded? Is it stable..."

Owen's questioning went unanswered. Dobby had already lost consciousness. Kuchai's thin body suddenly swelled in size. After the dark green body swelled, there was a trace of the Hulk, which shocked Owen.

Fortunately, it went away as quickly as it came, and within a short time, Dobby's swollen body shriveled up.

"Failed again?"

Owen frowned and said nothing.

Three years ago, his magic power exploded and he officially started to practice magic. In order to ensure his future combat effectiveness, he embarked on an unprecedented method of silent practice without a wand. After passing the most difficult stage, he gradually figured out the method, and his practice began to make rapid progress.

"Standard Spells, Elementary"

"Standard Spell, Level 2"

"Standard Spell, Level 3"

Owen has mastered these basic spells from the first to third years of Hogwarts. With his wandless and silent spells, he dares to say that he can completely torture any third-year student at Hogwarts, but just when he wants to be brave and improve At this time, he was stuck on the fourth level of the standard spell.

He had already studied the above spell thoroughly and had mastered it completely, but every time he cast the spell, he could not succeed. When he fell into paranoia, Narcissa, who was a bystander, woke him up.

"Draco, there are levels of magic. Although you are a genius, you are still young and have only a short time to practice. There is simply not enough magic power to support you in casting higher-level magic."

Owen suddenly realized that he still underestimated the spells from his student days too much. He had always thought that the spells from his student days would not be a problem for him at all.

Age is both his advantage and his disadvantage. If you just want to bully Harry Potter, then you can practice whatever you want. But if you want to have enough self-protection ability when the plot starts a few years later, you can even turn over. His young age is his biggest obstacle.

Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of our time, was born in 1881 and is now 106 years old.

The Dark Lord, the most powerful dark wizard of our time, was born in 1936 and is now 51 years old.

The previous Dark Lord Grindelwald was born in 1883 and became the lord in 1945, when he was 63 years old.

These three wizards are considered the most powerful in the world. They were famous in the wizarding world after they were forty years old. Owen was only 11 years old when the plot started five years later. Even if it is delayed by 7 years, during the final battle, Owen is only 18 years old. According to the normal growth trajectory, no matter how confident Owen is, he cannot say that he can replace Harry Potter and become the protagonist of this world.

If the magic power is not enough, no matter how hard the spell slips, it will be of no use.

Fortunately, this is the wizarding world, and nothing is impossible. Owen searched the classics and finally found the formula for the magic amplification potion in an ancient potion book, and then began his days of refining krypton gold.

Naturally, Owen would not try the early-stage defective version of the potion. Fortunately, as a 'loyal' servant like Duobi, with constant attempts, Owen's level of potion refining has improved linearly, and his mastery of magic power-amplifying potions has also become deeper. I believe that as long as he is lucky, , this precious lost potion is about to be reappeared in Owen's hands.

And as the only son of the Malfoy family, what can't be solved with krypton money?

Good Luck is no exception!

"Father, please stay."

Thinking of this, Owen walked out of the laboratory and bumped into Lucius who saw him turning around to leave. He raised his hand in a leisurely manner and shouted loudly.