Chapter 9
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
"Yakadi Leviosa"
As Eli raised his wand slightly, the textbooks on the table also slowly floated up, as if being picked up by an invisible hand.
With a wave of the wand, pointing at the door, the book immediately floated past, and with another wave, it floated back again.
The wand fell, and the textbook landed firmly on the table again.
"Hi, guest in Room 12, your breakfast."
There was a knock at the door.
"Araho Cave is open!"
Eli sat at the table, tapped his wand, and the door opened automatically.
The waiter was standing at the door with the plate, and when Eli saw that it was him, he immediately pouted his mouth calmly.
This guy asks for a tip every time he delivers food, and he doesn't know how much he cheated.
Eli still didn't move, the wand was clicked again, and the food on the dinner plate floated in.
The waiter had a flattering face, "Oh, it's really a wonderful spellcasting, look..."
boom!
Before the guy could say the word tip, Eli waved his wand, and the door closed.
The waiter outside was almost bumped on the nose, and his beard curled up.
He walked away angrily with a plate.
Eli didn't have the heart to pay attention to the mental state of the waiter.
Now that his funds are very tight, how can he still have money for tips?
Aristocratic style?sorry, we do not have that!
Ask where the money has gone.
Eli glanced at the potion waste piled up in the corner, as well as a blown-out cauldron, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Recently, in addition to practicing magic hard, he is still studying the knowledge of potions.
This is the key to his fortune in the future, so he can't help but not take it seriously.
Learning potions requires hands-on experimentation, and there will always be losses.
It was even more serious at the beginning, making repeated mistakes and even blowing up the pot once.
But after so many days of experiments, Eli also gained something.
Most potions are actually like doing chemical experiments.
As long as you pay attention to the dosage of medicine and the degree of heating, even a Muggle can make it.
Only a few potions require the help of magic.
However, there are potion masters in the wizarding world, but there has never been a master pharmacy in the human world.
This is entirely because the most essential difference between potions and ordinary medicines is that potions possess magic power.
The existing potion formula is the safest and most secure method of preparation that wizards have summed up over thousands of years.
Just memorizing the formula, it can only be an ordinary potion master.
Only those who have a deep grasp of the principles of each potion and the magical properties of each herb can be called a master of potions.
An excellent potion master can be keenly aware of the fluctuation of the magic power of the potion when preparing the potion, and can master this fluctuation through refining techniques.
Every master of potions, they have their own views on potions.
Of course, this is going too far, just like the most common compound decoction, there is no need for too complicated techniques.
No need for magic power either.
The main thing that affects the effect of ordinary potions is the ratio of drugs.
The potions textbook in the wizarding world has been complained by Eli more than once.
A little, a lot, a few drops.
That's wildly imprecise, okay?
As a time traveler who received a complete high school chemistry education in his previous life, Eli said that he must be precise!
For this reason, he even put forward a request for a set of chemical equipment in a letter to his family.
Although the Halls couldn't figure out the relationship between magic and chemistry, in order to support Eli's studies, they sent over a set of high-end chemical equipment without saying a word.
So, in a wizarding pub, a young wizard is making potions using scientific measuring cups, beakers, and glass rods.
It was as if Vihe's mother had opened the door for Vihe - Vihe had arrived home!
However, such a method is very effective.
By repeatedly testing the optimal ratio of medicines, Eli explored the precise formula of many potions.
This is an exclusive recipe.
Potions refined with precise methods do exceed the effects described in books.
This shows that Eli's assumption is completely correct.
Now, the potion that Eli is refining is called Necrotic Potion.
Does the name sound like poison?
That's right, it's poison, and it's a very poisonous and weird kind of poison.
What does Eli make poison for?
Poisoned Tom inherits the bar and absconds with the money...
Of course not!He refined this poison in order to sell it.
Recent potions experiments had begun to stretch his funds.
There is a limit to the amount of money that wizards from the Muggle world can exchange each year.
The Halls have given him all the money that can be exchanged this year.
But it bottomed out in less than a month. I have to say that doing scientific research is really a money-burning project.
If Eli has no more income, then he will sleep on the street until school starts.
Then he went home dejectedly and was beaten up by Fatty.
As a last resort, Eli had to decide to refine potions to make money.
But why choose poison?
Because he was going to the place where dark wizards haunted - Knockturn Alley to sell.
It wasn't that he had to go to that damn place for excitement, but because the potions shop in Diagon Alley wouldn't take his potions at all.
Even if he took a high-quality potion that was precisely refined, the other party only responded indifferently, "We have our own potion master."
Eli angrily vowed that when I build a potion factory, I must let my friends know what cruelty is!
The Necrotic Potion was found in Voldemort's memory.
Specializes in the soul.
The medicine is powerful, and the formula is not widely known, and few people know the formula at present.
More importantly, this kind of poison is relatively easy to refine, and the cost is not high, but the material is very unpopular.
The formula is not only known to Voldemort, so there is no need to be afraid of being discovered.
Simply perfect.
However, in order to pursue quality, Eli spent a lot of time figuring out whether the dosage of poch grass juice is 0.2ml or 0.25ml.
But everything is worth it, because now he has successfully refined a pot of high-quality necromancer potion.
The lingering mist continued to evaporate, and Eli was a little confused when he heard it.
"nice one!"
You know, this is because Eli's soul is strong. If it were any other little wizard, he would die if he smelled it.
Packed in bottles, a total of 20 vials were installed.
Stash in a no-mark stretch bag.
The night came quickly, and no one noticed that there was a little dwarf in a black cloak who couldn't see his face on the street.
Everyone in the bar is drinking, no one cares about him.
And in Knockturn Alley, there are guys hiding their heads and showing their tails everywhere.
He went into the biggest one, the sign said - Borgin Bock Magic Store.
This is a store that specializes in selling all kinds of weird and even evil magic props.
Both this store and the owner of this store are not simple.
Even Voldemort came here as a clerk when he was young.
Although it is too mysterious, it should have the reputation as a time-honored brand.
Eli walked into the store.
The house was very dark, and there was a decaying smell everywhere.
On the shelves on both sides are many scary-looking products.
A cursed opal necklace, a bloodstained playing card, a glass eye that keeps staring at people.
And a withered human hand on the mat.
"The hand of glory, put it in a glass cover, light a candle on the hand, it will only illuminate the person holding it, a good helper for the thief! Masked dwarf."
A stooped man appeared at the counter, and he kept combing the greasy hair hanging on his face repeatedly with his hands.
His voice was as greasy as his hair.
"It's a good thing, but I probably won't need it."
Eli replied pretending to be calm, the weird environment here made Eli, who was here for the first time, very uncomfortable.
The man turned around, "Oh, it looks like it's not a thief, but a customer."
Eli walked to the counter, reached out and put a bottle of necromancer potion on the counter.
"You see how you charge this thing."
His voice was a little hoarse, because he drank a specific potion to prevent his identity from being revealed.
The man's face suddenly collapsed, "So it's not a customer, but a robber."
He took out a weird wand, tested it with the bottle on the table, and then picked it up to check.
He uncorked the bottle and sniffed it lightly. A hint of surprise appeared on his face unconsciously, and then quickly covered it up.
But it was still noticed by Eli.
He put the cork back on immediately, but kept the bottle in his hand.
"100 Gold Galleons"
Eli frowned, this damn profiteer, he knew the price from Voldemort's memory.
Eli deliberately sneered, "I'm afraid you're joking, sir. If you really can't get enough Galleons, why don't you buy compound potion!"
The man's face suddenly became ugly.
"150 Gold Galleons!"
Eli chuckled.
The man's face became even more stinky, but he can't do anything to this damned robber, just because he can take out the necromancer potion!
"Then how much do you want?"
Eli said lightly, "500."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched a few times, this guy is darker than him!
"200!"
"400, I don't have a few bottles left."
The man gritted his teeth for a while, he wished he could cast a few curses on this damned dwarf!
"300! I'll take as much as you have left!"
Eli couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "Deal!"
Then he took out the bottles one by one from his pocket.
Every time he took a handful, the man's face became darker.
"A total of 20 bottles, you count."
The man gave Eli a hard look, then turned around and took out a bag.
Heart reluctantly placed on the counter.
"Mr. is really a good method!"
Eli smiled lightly, taking it all as a compliment.
He also took out his wand, checked the bag, and opened the bag to count after it was correct.
The man finally went crazy, "Don't count! 6000 Galleons is a lot! I, Bojinboke, still have this reputation!"
Eli smiled lightly, and it really was a lot, "Then thank you Mr. Bojin, and we will cooperate next time!"
Then turn around and leave.
When Eli left, he quickly restrained the expression on his face and showed a sneer.
"Whose little wizard is selling potions of necromancy? Hehehe..."
Laughter seemed a little scary in a dim environment.
He turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
As Eli raised his wand slightly, the textbooks on the table also slowly floated up, as if being picked up by an invisible hand.
With a wave of the wand, pointing at the door, the book immediately floated past, and with another wave, it floated back again.
The wand fell, and the textbook landed firmly on the table again.
"Hi, guest in Room 12, your breakfast."
There was a knock at the door.
"Araho Cave is open!"
Eli sat at the table, tapped his wand, and the door opened automatically.
The waiter was standing at the door with the plate, and when Eli saw that it was him, he immediately pouted his mouth calmly.
This guy asks for a tip every time he delivers food, and he doesn't know how much he cheated.
Eli still didn't move, the wand was clicked again, and the food on the dinner plate floated in.
The waiter had a flattering face, "Oh, it's really a wonderful spellcasting, look..."
boom!
Before the guy could say the word tip, Eli waved his wand, and the door closed.
The waiter outside was almost bumped on the nose, and his beard curled up.
He walked away angrily with a plate.
Eli didn't have the heart to pay attention to the mental state of the waiter.
Now that his funds are very tight, how can he still have money for tips?
Aristocratic style?sorry, we do not have that!
Ask where the money has gone.
Eli glanced at the potion waste piled up in the corner, as well as a blown-out cauldron, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Recently, in addition to practicing magic hard, he is still studying the knowledge of potions.
This is the key to his fortune in the future, so he can't help but not take it seriously.
Learning potions requires hands-on experimentation, and there will always be losses.
It was even more serious at the beginning, making repeated mistakes and even blowing up the pot once.
But after so many days of experiments, Eli also gained something.
Most potions are actually like doing chemical experiments.
As long as you pay attention to the dosage of medicine and the degree of heating, even a Muggle can make it.
Only a few potions require the help of magic.
However, there are potion masters in the wizarding world, but there has never been a master pharmacy in the human world.
This is entirely because the most essential difference between potions and ordinary medicines is that potions possess magic power.
The existing potion formula is the safest and most secure method of preparation that wizards have summed up over thousands of years.
Just memorizing the formula, it can only be an ordinary potion master.
Only those who have a deep grasp of the principles of each potion and the magical properties of each herb can be called a master of potions.
An excellent potion master can be keenly aware of the fluctuation of the magic power of the potion when preparing the potion, and can master this fluctuation through refining techniques.
Every master of potions, they have their own views on potions.
Of course, this is going too far, just like the most common compound decoction, there is no need for too complicated techniques.
No need for magic power either.
The main thing that affects the effect of ordinary potions is the ratio of drugs.
The potions textbook in the wizarding world has been complained by Eli more than once.
A little, a lot, a few drops.
That's wildly imprecise, okay?
As a time traveler who received a complete high school chemistry education in his previous life, Eli said that he must be precise!
For this reason, he even put forward a request for a set of chemical equipment in a letter to his family.
Although the Halls couldn't figure out the relationship between magic and chemistry, in order to support Eli's studies, they sent over a set of high-end chemical equipment without saying a word.
So, in a wizarding pub, a young wizard is making potions using scientific measuring cups, beakers, and glass rods.
It was as if Vihe's mother had opened the door for Vihe - Vihe had arrived home!
However, such a method is very effective.
By repeatedly testing the optimal ratio of medicines, Eli explored the precise formula of many potions.
This is an exclusive recipe.
Potions refined with precise methods do exceed the effects described in books.
This shows that Eli's assumption is completely correct.
Now, the potion that Eli is refining is called Necrotic Potion.
Does the name sound like poison?
That's right, it's poison, and it's a very poisonous and weird kind of poison.
What does Eli make poison for?
Poisoned Tom inherits the bar and absconds with the money...
Of course not!He refined this poison in order to sell it.
Recent potions experiments had begun to stretch his funds.
There is a limit to the amount of money that wizards from the Muggle world can exchange each year.
The Halls have given him all the money that can be exchanged this year.
But it bottomed out in less than a month. I have to say that doing scientific research is really a money-burning project.
If Eli has no more income, then he will sleep on the street until school starts.
Then he went home dejectedly and was beaten up by Fatty.
As a last resort, Eli had to decide to refine potions to make money.
But why choose poison?
Because he was going to the place where dark wizards haunted - Knockturn Alley to sell.
It wasn't that he had to go to that damn place for excitement, but because the potions shop in Diagon Alley wouldn't take his potions at all.
Even if he took a high-quality potion that was precisely refined, the other party only responded indifferently, "We have our own potion master."
Eli angrily vowed that when I build a potion factory, I must let my friends know what cruelty is!
The Necrotic Potion was found in Voldemort's memory.
Specializes in the soul.
The medicine is powerful, and the formula is not widely known, and few people know the formula at present.
More importantly, this kind of poison is relatively easy to refine, and the cost is not high, but the material is very unpopular.
The formula is not only known to Voldemort, so there is no need to be afraid of being discovered.
Simply perfect.
However, in order to pursue quality, Eli spent a lot of time figuring out whether the dosage of poch grass juice is 0.2ml or 0.25ml.
But everything is worth it, because now he has successfully refined a pot of high-quality necromancer potion.
The lingering mist continued to evaporate, and Eli was a little confused when he heard it.
"nice one!"
You know, this is because Eli's soul is strong. If it were any other little wizard, he would die if he smelled it.
Packed in bottles, a total of 20 vials were installed.
Stash in a no-mark stretch bag.
The night came quickly, and no one noticed that there was a little dwarf in a black cloak who couldn't see his face on the street.
Everyone in the bar is drinking, no one cares about him.
And in Knockturn Alley, there are guys hiding their heads and showing their tails everywhere.
He went into the biggest one, the sign said - Borgin Bock Magic Store.
This is a store that specializes in selling all kinds of weird and even evil magic props.
Both this store and the owner of this store are not simple.
Even Voldemort came here as a clerk when he was young.
Although it is too mysterious, it should have the reputation as a time-honored brand.
Eli walked into the store.
The house was very dark, and there was a decaying smell everywhere.
On the shelves on both sides are many scary-looking products.
A cursed opal necklace, a bloodstained playing card, a glass eye that keeps staring at people.
And a withered human hand on the mat.
"The hand of glory, put it in a glass cover, light a candle on the hand, it will only illuminate the person holding it, a good helper for the thief! Masked dwarf."
A stooped man appeared at the counter, and he kept combing the greasy hair hanging on his face repeatedly with his hands.
His voice was as greasy as his hair.
"It's a good thing, but I probably won't need it."
Eli replied pretending to be calm, the weird environment here made Eli, who was here for the first time, very uncomfortable.
The man turned around, "Oh, it looks like it's not a thief, but a customer."
Eli walked to the counter, reached out and put a bottle of necromancer potion on the counter.
"You see how you charge this thing."
His voice was a little hoarse, because he drank a specific potion to prevent his identity from being revealed.
The man's face suddenly collapsed, "So it's not a customer, but a robber."
He took out a weird wand, tested it with the bottle on the table, and then picked it up to check.
He uncorked the bottle and sniffed it lightly. A hint of surprise appeared on his face unconsciously, and then quickly covered it up.
But it was still noticed by Eli.
He put the cork back on immediately, but kept the bottle in his hand.
"100 Gold Galleons"
Eli frowned, this damn profiteer, he knew the price from Voldemort's memory.
Eli deliberately sneered, "I'm afraid you're joking, sir. If you really can't get enough Galleons, why don't you buy compound potion!"
The man's face suddenly became ugly.
"150 Gold Galleons!"
Eli chuckled.
The man's face became even more stinky, but he can't do anything to this damned robber, just because he can take out the necromancer potion!
"Then how much do you want?"
Eli said lightly, "500."
The corner of the man's mouth twitched a few times, this guy is darker than him!
"200!"
"400, I don't have a few bottles left."
The man gritted his teeth for a while, he wished he could cast a few curses on this damned dwarf!
"300! I'll take as much as you have left!"
Eli couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "Deal!"
Then he took out the bottles one by one from his pocket.
Every time he took a handful, the man's face became darker.
"A total of 20 bottles, you count."
The man gave Eli a hard look, then turned around and took out a bag.
Heart reluctantly placed on the counter.
"Mr. is really a good method!"
Eli smiled lightly, taking it all as a compliment.
He also took out his wand, checked the bag, and opened the bag to count after it was correct.
The man finally went crazy, "Don't count! 6000 Galleons is a lot! I, Bojinboke, still have this reputation!"
Eli smiled lightly, and it really was a lot, "Then thank you Mr. Bojin, and we will cooperate next time!"
Then turn around and leave.
When Eli left, he quickly restrained the expression on his face and showed a sneer.
"Whose little wizard is selling potions of necromancy? Hehehe..."
Laughter seemed a little scary in a dim environment.
He turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
