Chapter 134 What I want is not this kind of hug (second update~)

Small expectations can always be realized quickly.

George and Fred were about to leave when Harry waved his wand and a notebook flew out of the hat and fell into their hands.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's?" George became excited.

Harry nodded: "The first one, for beginners, I have read it, but I don't have time to distract myself from it."

"Thank you so much!" George held it carefully.

The greatest alchemist must be Nicol Flamel who passed away not long ago. There are different opinions on the second place after him. Dumbledore can definitely occupy one of the positions.

It’s awesome!

This is the treasure in the world of alchemy.

They sat down next to Ron and read carefully, word by word.

Parchment, quills, even more serious than they were in Professor McGonagall's class.

The little lions were surprised.

There was even a hint of panic mixed in with the surprise.

What kind of assimilation power does Potter have? Even people like George and Fred can sit down quietly and study seriously. They have even sat there for half an hour!

This is even more incredible than Neville being able to pull out the Sword of Gryffindor.

Many people have begun to wonder whether they should build a few bookshelves in the lounge. Is it still too late to transfer to Ravenclaw?

Harry continued working on potions.

As expected, the preparation of "White Seagull" failed again, leaving an unpleasant fishy smell.

He kept trying.

Until late at night.

Harry just made a pot of wine that smelled okay.

He waved his wand and filled himself a small cup.

The slightly scarlet wine liquid, with the aroma of the wine blowing like a biting cold wind, and the faint fluctuation of magic power, he drank it without hesitation.

It was like dirt rolling around the throat, the sharp edges scratching the throat, and with a pop, it sank heavily into the stomach.

Burning like fire.

It surges from the esophagus, burns to the blood vessels, and burns to the limbs.

Harry's face turned red and he held back a breath.

"Harry?" Hermione immediately noticed Harry's slightly trembling body. She stood up and walked over, passing through the barrier of the curse. The breath from the crucible rushed towards her, and just one smell made her dizzy.

As soon as his feet became weak, he jumped into the crucible.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Harry grabbed her by the back collar, tugged on her, tucked her under her arm, and led her out.

Hermione was dazed. After walking out of the barrier of the curse, she could no longer smell the smell of alcohol, and her mind gradually returned to clarity.

She tried her best to raise her head, but she could only see Harry's chin.

Now my mind is filled with one question.

Why did you choose this method?

Princess Percy... Bah, isn't it good for Percy to hold a princess like Ginny?

"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron raised his head and looked at them, hesitantly.

It's okay for Hermione to blush.

Why is Harry's face so red?

Hermione seemed to have just passed away. In such a short period of less than a minute, what could they do to make her blush like this...

Harry put Hermione on the chair: "I was brewing the potion, and she suddenly came over, and that's it."

Hermione struggled and said angrily: "Did you make a potion? You smell so drunk, I've long suspected that Harry, you might have become an alcoholic."

"Alcohol is a man's romance." Fred raised his head, a little dissatisfied with Hermione's words, "A mature man should learn to drink."

Ron looked envious in his eyes, Harry, Percy was very tight on him, and wouldn't let him drink more butterbeer even if it only had a small amount of alcohol content and could only make the house elf drunk until he died.

Hermione didn't have time to speak.

Harry patted her head gently: "Don't move."

Hermione was startled.

"My dear brothers, you can't control your drinking. When you're drunk, you take off your robes and dance with the four little swans, which is as good as a stage performance." Harry stretched out his hand towards Hermione's face, "This is terrible.

It’s really mature.”

Hermione didn't dare to move, and her face became even redder.

Fred was still arguing: "You started it with us."

"I remember I told you to keep it in moderation, and I've rarely been drunk." Harry opened Hermione's eyelids and inspected the eyeballs inside.

Hermione didn't react, and subconsciously raised her eyes to see what Harry wanted to do.

Another tap on the head.

"Relax your eyes and don't roll your eyes." Harry said softly.

Hermione lowered her gaze and looked directly at the amulet hanging on her chest.

After checking one, and then the other, Harry retracted his hand and body: "Fortunately, there is no impact. Drink this bottle of demulcent."

Hermione was very obedient: "Is that really a magic potion? A poison? You were in the lounge..."

At that moment, she thought she was finished.

The brain is shut down and the body is not functioning properly.

"It's not poison." Harry shook his head, "It's just a base wine."

Hermione's eyes widened.

His face was full of a "Look what you are talking about" expression.

Obviously just now I was saying it was magic potion, and now I am saying it is wine...

Ah.

Is this what a man is?

"Some advanced potions require the use of base wine." Harry explained, "Although it is wine, it is part of the potion."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Harry, let's try it?" Fred swallowed.

George also has some yearning.

Harry just laughed "ha" and ignored them.

"Harry." Fred begged again.

Harry shook his head: "If you can get drunk from a bottle of whiskey, don't make such a request."

The two were stunned and gritted their teeth.

What’s wrong with not drinking enough!

If you like to drink, do you have to be a good drinker?

Harry glanced at them: "Don't even think about trying it secretly. Let's agree in advance that it is wine to me and is no different from poison to you."

"Half a cup can kill you."

Fred and George turned pale.

"So dangerous?" George tilted his head back.

Harry nodded.

Everything about the witcher is poison to ordinary people.

The two brothers have always been very measured.

Harry sat back and continued brewing the potion.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that thirteen bottles of White Seagull were prepared and carefully put into the Sorting Hat before returning to the dormitory to sleep. By this time, the lounge was already empty except for Hermione who was in a semi-conscious state.

They returned to their dormitories respectively.

Developing a new magic is painful, especially when there is a huge theoretical difference between the magic potions of witchers and the magic potions of wizards.

The first thing Harry prepared was the "Cat's Eye Potion", which is a potion that can enhance the vision of a witcher. It can make people in a completely dark environment without any light source - including but not limited to candlelight, moonlight, and fluorescence.

Witchers have potions that allow them to see normally.
To be continued...