Chapter 170: Failed Experiment

Chapter 394 Failed Experiment

Felix Felicis is a potion that can bring good luck to people.

If you drink it, you will find that no matter what you do, you will succeed... at least before the effect of the medicine disappears.

As an excellent student in potions, Harry naturally knows about it.

This is a potion that takes a very long time to brew and has very complicated and cumbersome steps.

The potion that replaces blood in Harry's hand is completely incomparable to it.

The only difficulty of this potion that Harry made is actually these materials, and the second is the superb magic skills, digestion through dance and spells.

Without the latter, this potion is just a temporary increase in the sensitivity of the body.

But now, Harry heard something. The potion in his hand, which seemed to him to be completely incomparable to Felix Felicis, actually had similar side effects!

"Oh my God!"

"But it's not written in the book!" Even though Harry has become a little arrogant now, he couldn't help but panic.

You know, the reason why Felix Felicis has not become the standard of some potion masters is entirely because of its side effects - it can cause dizziness, recklessness and dangerous arrogance.

No matter how self-righteous a wizard is, he dare not drink it a second time after drinking it once.

Especially after suffering from it.

But now, he, Harry Potter, has to drink a hundred doses of this potion with side effects similar to Felix Felicis in succession.

"Do you know why you have to get up at 6 o'clock?" Ryan did not answer directly, but turned his wand in his hand like Harry just now.

Harry then noticed that Ryan's wand was very beautiful. It had an ivory texture and was covered with mysterious textures.

"Why?" Harry didn't know how to answer, nor did he think about it.

He felt dizzy, why did his attention go to Ryan's wand.

"It's simple, get up early and digest the side effects of the potion early." Ryan's wand stopped turning and was casually stuffed into his pocket.

"It can still be digested!"

"I guess I can be back to normal in two or three hours." Harry regained his confidence and breathed a sigh of relief.

"So I said something similar."

"The digestion time is about an hour. I suggest that you should not see Ginny during this time." Ryan said. Harry frowned in confusion, but still had that confident smile on his face.

"Your smile is really stupid now." After saying that, Ryan disappeared strangely on the spot just like he appeared just now.

"Do I really look stupid?" Harry looked incredulous.

"Really, if it weren't for this expression on your face, I would want to punch you in the face." Ron complained.

He can finally speak.

He couldn't get a word in the conversation between Harry and Ryan just now.

What kind of Felixir?

He didn't know what its side effects were and how serious it was.

But as Ginny's brother and Harry's friend, he had to tell Harry how much he deserved a beating now.

"I suggest you get some sleep."

"You can just rest while avoiding Ginny who may come in at any time and see your stupid face." Ron walked to the door and waved to Harry to go to bed.

"But I'm still very curious why this side effect is not written in the book." Harry climbed onto the bed with a smile that looked very annoying.

"Isn't it already marked to get up at 6 o'clock in the book? It's just to give you time to be stupid." Ron couldn't help rolling his eyes.

And Ryan, who had just left, remembered something because of Harry's matter, an experiment that should have been accepted long ago.

In the depths of Nottingham Forest, in an ancient castle, in the basement, the Gubler fairy fire on the wall was glowing milky white.

In the dark basement, rows of black crucibles were laid on the ground in an orderly manner. There was no open fire on the ground, only the orange cat yellow magic pattern surging at the bottom of the pot, bringing them a little warmth.

The potion in the crucible splashed happily, its color was like melted gold, and the large drops of liquid jumping on the surface were like goldfish, but not a drop spilled outside.

"Lord, how is the progress?" A figure stepped out from the gray film in the air.

A human face emerged on the metal wall, "Master, the magic circle has made potions and has conquered the most difficult felicity potion."

"Unfortunately, the thought of feeling lucky is not as easy to replenish as the pain required for the despair potion." Ryan sighed as he looked at the pile of felicity potions in front of him.

The despair potion in Ryan's mouth was the potion that Voldemort had in the stone basin on the island in his Lake of the Inferi.

Voldemort made it into an eternal potion - a potion that will never run out or will always be effective.

The original potion, as the source, absorbs the surrounding pain to derive new potion liquid and keeps the source from deteriorating.

And these pains are provided by the inferi who are trapped in the corpses for eternity.

This kind of eternity is actually easy to break, that is, just drink it all in one breath.

But Voldemort hid the source of the primer in the stone basin and the space where the locket was hidden.

This means that the basin potion actually has two sources.

Only when the wizard personally drinks the potion in the stone basin, the source of the potion in the space where the locket is hidden will disappear, and the locket will appear.

After taking away the locket, the despair potion hidden in the stone basin, the medium, will begin to absorb pain and brew the potion again.

This is the principle of the Eternal Potion, and the exquisite knowledge of magic and potions covered in that stone basin.

However, ordinary potions do not require emotions to be made into eternal potions, as long as they are in a magical environment - that is, the magical magnetic field that exists as long as the wizard exists.

Potions like the Potion of Fortune and the Potion of Despair are so powerful and touch upon illusory concepts that are so troublesome.

"Lord God, Jack's emotions are not working?" Ryan in mortal mode did not think about connecting with the Lord God.

But he just discovered that these potions had absorbed Jack's emotions.

If he goes by his assumptions, house elves, a powerful and emotional magical race, should have enough quantity and quality to transform magic potions into eternal potions.

Especially the house elves in his family, their treatment is unmatched by other pure-blood families.

Under his command, it should be easy to think of yourself as your luckiest person.

Moreover, this idea came from Ryan’s ‘thinking’.

"Master, I learned from your visual observation that the emotion is sufficient, the potion is fine, and the potion does have the tendency of eternal words, but at every last step, it suddenly fails."

"In the end, the quality of the elixir was only slightly improved, and all the emotions were wasted." said the face on the wall.

"Another curse?"

"It couldn't have been some old man who couldn't control this power." Ryan couldn't help but cursed.