Hogwarts: Storm Chaser

In the end, Dumbledore was carried to the school hospital by everyone. On the way, he happened to meet Madam Pomfrey. Seeing this posture, they almost scared them to death, thinking that Dumbledore was dead.

"Oh, it turns out it's a fracture!"

Dumbledore has used magic to restore the dislocated bones and fix them. All he needs to do is go to the school hospital, drink the potion, and lie down for a night.

While drinking the Bone Spirit, Dumbledore was still in the mood to complain that the potion was too unpleasant to drink, which was simply embarrassing an old man like him.

However, under the watchful eye of Madam Pomfrey, he was still prepared to drink it all.

However, Professor Sgrughorn took the opportunity to recommend to Dumbledore the potion flavor enhancer developed by Ralph and his team.

After a brief explanation to him, Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked which flavors were sweet.

Soon, the house elf took more than a dozen sweet magical flavor enhancers specially designed for Bone Spirits.

After Professor Sgrughorn strongly assured that it would not affect the efficacy of the medicine, Madam Pomfrey reluctantly agreed to add a magical flavor enhancer to the Bone Spirit.

Other professors were also surprised. They had heard about this project a long time ago, but they didn't expect it to be developed so quickly.

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Professor Flitwick was very happy, even happier than before when he discovered the thickener, four Ravenclaws!

At the same time, they also heard what their instructor said, and they were somewhat interested in Ralph's group system, and they couldn't help but put some thought into it.

Under the supervision of Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore smoked a red watermelon-flavored flavor enhancer, pulled out the stopper, and sniffed it, but found nothing.

Pour it into the white bone spirit, and the cool smell of watermelon slowly spreads. When the professors smelled it, they all looked at the bottle of bone spirit in surprise.

The original texture has changed a little, from viscous to sparse, the color has changed from white to pink, and bubbles have appeared upwards.

"Horace, is this normal?" Madam Pomfrey asked.

"It's not normal, Poppy. This bottle of Bone Bone Spirit is not perfect. The bubbles are the useless impurities and excess medicinal effects inside."

Professor Sgrughorn said.

"That's good. This bottle of bone spirit should be the one I got from St. Mungo's Hospital. I didn't expect..."

Madam Pomfrey said, looking a little unhappy, as did Professor McGonagall.

Watching the bubbles inside gradually disappear, Professor Sgrahorn estimated the time and said:

"It's okay, it's still higher than the average quality on the market. When I teach the three little guys, this simple potion can be handed over to them. I only need to be responsible for the last step and wave the magic wand."

The professors all cast surprised glances.

"Horace, can I put all this in a potion?"

Dumbledore asked, smacking his lips while drinking the Bone Spirit.

Professor Sgrahorn was stunned for a moment and realized that they had not carried out the corresponding experiment.

"I'm sorry, Albus, we haven't considered this, but I don't think it's possible."

Professor Sgrahorn said that, in fact, adding more specialized types has no other impact other than affecting the efficacy of the medicine.

Because except for the main ingredients responsible for the taste, they are all the same.

However, adding too many flavor enhancers will lead to a reversal of priorities. Their purpose is to make the potion more palatable, not to turn the potion into a drink.

From this point of view, a single flavor enhancer is far from meeting people's requirements.

Perhaps, they should create some flavor enhancers with mixed flavors, or a blank slate of flavor enhancers, allowing users to add the ingredients they want.

It seems that Ralph and the others are busy again.

However, they no longer need to take the Potions exam this semester. Professor Sgrughorn has promised to give each of them an "O", except for looking at William with a little reluctance.

But after asking a few questions, Professor Sgrughorn agreed without any pressure.

Under the influence, William's potion level is far higher than that of a first-year freshman. As long as there are no problems in the written examination, he can get an "O" grade.

Professor Sgrughorn took advantage of the situation and included him.

There are five people in the flavor enhancer team. Except for the important potions, everyone has the opportunity to complete the potions independently.

The most shocking thing is still Ralph. When he is brewing potions alone, he often operates on multiple lines.

While others were adjusting the heat, Ralph heated the crucible and manipulated the tools to process the potion.

Only Acromantula present could compare with Ralph.

On the other side, after Ralph put on the crown, his consciousness fell into a mysterious space.

This is a white space, filled with faint white mist, and filled with colorful starlight, which seems to be scattered far away, seemingly there or not, faintly visible.

Behind him, a river flows from the distance, flowing into the distance, slowly advancing through the white mist.

To the right is a stretch of mountains, which seems to be the origin of the river, and also looks like the mountain where he once fought the fire dragon.

To the left is a vast field, like what you would see on the Hogwarts Express, or what you would see looking down while flying over the Scottish Highlands.

Ahead was a path, paved with cobblestones, stretching forward, just like the path at his home in Hogsmeade.

Walking forward along the path, the first thing that catches the eye is a thundercloud hanging in the sky. Lightning flashes in the thundercloud, invisible and invisible.

Continuing to walk forward, what I saw was a small wooden house, which was very similar to my home in Hogsmeade, but it was very different.

After a quick glance, Ralph saw an old figure on the hanging chair on the right, with a bloody baby being held in his arms.

Although babies need to be much more solid than the elderly, they still cannot break free from the shackles of the elderly.

The old man was no longer teasing the baby in his arms. He looked up at Ralph and smiled as kindly as Albus, but his smile was obviously more natural, and the surrounding environment became much brighter, as if it followed his mood.

And excited.

Ralph looked at the old man, and a feeling of intimacy flowed into his heart. Although his face was so unfamiliar, it still seemed like another one of himself.

Could it be his grown-up self? Ralph looked carefully and saw that it didn't look like it, not at all.

This phantom old man is very ordinary, just like the old people he saw when he turned into a bird and learned the language in the Muggle society. The ordinary ones can't be more ordinary.

"You're here."

The old man stood up, hugged the baby in his arms, and said to Ralph.

Ralph nodded and looked at him quizzically.

"Very confused? It would be me too. Unexpectedly, we met so early. This little guy has done a lot of work!"

The illusory old man weighed the baby in his arms. The baby cursed fiercely, but what he received was that his brain collapsed.

"Come in and sit down, this is our home."

The old man said gently, opened the door and took Ralph in.

It seemed to be no different from his own living room, so Ralph looked around.

"Haven't you remembered yet?"

The old man looked at Ralph and asked.

Ralph shook his head in confusion.

Seeing this, the old man stretched out his index finger and tapped his forehead.

Ralph fell into a layer of memories.