HP Approaches the Magical World

Humans are intuitive.

Or that living things are intuitive.

In the past, women's intuition was often rumored and given a magical name, but this was not exclusive to women.

Any life has intuition, which is an instinct to seek good and avoid evil. Leaving aside human beings, other creatures on the earth seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Their intuition will remind them to escape and avoid danger before it comes. Or in other ways, even in the game of predator and prey, the fatal blow will be delivered through intuition.

For human beings, when someone is obsessed with thinking about a certain thing, intuition can often play a finishing touch, such as Jon now.

He has flipped through the book several times, carefully reading every page, trying to find some missing key information between the lines.

Jon and Helga discussed the effect of this potion before. According to Salazar's state and strength at that time, the power that this potion can help him improve is very limited, even rare, but it is still rare, heh Erga said that Salazar had a bad habit of preparing potions. There was nothing wrong with this recipe, but it was normal for some key steps to be skipped.

For example, the amount of medicinal materials used is a little bit more or a little bit less.

However, the preparation of the potion must not be sloppy. With this little error, the final result may be billions of points.

Jon felt that there was nothing wrong with Helga's new formula, but there must be something missing, which led to the failure.

And after searching so many times, he finally found the answer.

At the beginning of the book, there is a bit of smearing.

Jon basically found out that this is unusual after reading his eyes, but clerical errors and smears have always been problems that cannot be avoided in manuscripts. After all, it is handwritten, so how can there be no mistakes at all?

But there is something wrong with the smear on the first page, the color doesn't match, it's the dark red of the deposit, although the color is more like the black of the ink, it's not the same after all.

This difference is very subtle, and if Jon hadn't looked back and forth many times, he wouldn't have noticed it.

This dark red should be blood.

whose blood?

Salazar's blood, of course.

If the last blind medicinal material is blood, then it makes sense.

In the original Salazar's formula, there was indeed a herb called blood-devouring flower. The rhizome and petals of this flower had thorns. Even if it was picked off, it would stab the person holding it until it sucked until the blood.

But judging from the books left over from the past, basically the potions that use this blood-devouring flower, the creators often avoid being thorned by this flower. Although it does not affect the effect, it is still not good.

Jon would not think that this would affect the characteristics of the herbal medicine. Blood-eating and blood-sucking are the normal predation behavior of creatures, and the predation behavior of plants will not have any impact on its magical characteristics.

Therefore, it is reasonable to speculate that it is not impossible that Salazar was accidentally stabbed while preparing the purification potion, and then the blood dripped into the crucible, but the only problem is how much dripped into the crucible ?

Normally, Helga was able to improve Salazar's formula through the medicinal properties of various herbs, which proved that the formula could indeed work, and then the blood might indeed serve as a primer.

It is better to say more than to do more. It is better to start experimenting directly than to think about these things.

...

Three hours later, in the laboratory.

The air purifier hums, slowly sending in fresh air from the outside,

But it still can't dispel the heat and stuffiness of this laboratory, but it makes people feel more and more irritable.

Under the light of the shadowless lamp in the laboratory, Jon wore a mask on his face, raised the needle tube full of emerald green liquid in his hand expressionlessly, and walked to the edge of the table step by step.

Inside the glass box at the corner of the table, the little white mouse, sensing danger, ran back and forth uneasily. After Jon approached, it shivered in the corner and dared not move.

"Hey, don't move. I'm doing this for your own good. Maybe you can become some magical creature by relying on this. Come on, don't move..."

Jon held the wand in his right hand, waved it, and cast the Imperius Curse to deprive the mouse of its sanity. Then he stuffed the wand into his pocket, reached into the box, pinched the mouse's neck and picked it up. The emerald green potion was slowly pushed into the white mouse's mouth.

"Don't let me down, my lovely classmate Xiaobai."

After pushing out the small tube of medicine, Jon put the mouse back into the box and waited quietly for the result.

This time, the dosage of the medicine was not large, and the phenomenon did appear after the blood was added, but it didn't look like it was written in the manuscript, but turned emerald green.

Considering the race is different, this is also normal phenomenon.

The effect of the Imperius Curse passed quickly—Jon was not sure whether the effect had passed, because it didn't take long for the effect of the drug to take effect, and the little white mouse began to go berserk with red eyes. It lasted for a while, and the strength of the little white mouse was obviously greatly improved, and it was even able to smash Jon's specially made glass cabinet.

But that's all.

Jon had calculated the dosage in advance. If the normal dosage was used, the mouse might really be able to mutate, but Jon doubled the dosage, and the mouse would end up dead.

He just wanted to see the effect.

So not long after, the little white mouse in the cabinet stopped moving, the blood in his eyes faded, and his body quickly shriveled like a leaking balloon.

In a short time, it seemed as if it had been weathered in the desert for decades. Jon just touched it lightly with magic power, and the little mummy was completely turned into powder.

The medicine is too powerful, but it is indeed a right bet.

Jon lowered his head sympathetically, looking at the small rub of white ash, gently waved his wand to clean up the ashes, and then threw the glass cabinet that had been scratched twice by the cleaning spell into the trash can in the corner.

Crisp and neat.

"However... now it seems that this potion should be successful."

He turned around and walked back to the experiment bench, not intending to rest for a while, but changed into a new set of equipment and replaced the previous containers.

Now this is not the time to rest, and it is a serious matter to make your own medicine as soon as possible while you are proficient in your hands and feet.