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 landed in their hands.

"This is Professor Dumbledore's?" George asked excitedly.

Harry nodded. "I read the first one, the introductory one, but I don't have the time to focus on it anymore."

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

The greatest alchemist must be Nicolas Flamel, who passed away not long ago. There are many different opinions about who is the second after him, and Dumbledore can definitely occupy one of the selection positions.

That’s awesome!

This is the treasure in the alchemy world.

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

Parchment, quills, and even more seriousness than they had in Professor McGonagall's class.

The little lions were surprised.

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

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

This is even more incredible than Neville being able to draw the sword of Gryffindor.

Many people have begun to wonder whether they should set up a few bookshelves in the common room. Is it too late to transfer to Ravenclaw now?

Harry continued working on the potion.

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

He continued to try.

Until late at night.

Harry finally made a pot of wine that smelled okay.

He waved his wand and poured himself a small cup.

The wine had a slightly scarlet hue, and a chilly aroma wafted toward him, along with a faint magical fluctuation. He drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

It felt like dirt rolling around my throat, the sharp edges scraping my throat, and then with a plop, it sank heavily into my stomach.

Burning like a raging fire.

It surges up from the esophagus, burning the blood vessels and limbs.

Harry's face flushed and he held his breath.

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

His legs went weak and he jumped into the crucible.

Harry was quick to grab her collar, pull her up, tuck her under her arm, and walk out with her.

Hermione was dazed. She walked out of the spell barrier and no longer smelled the alcohol. Her mind gradually returned to normal.

She tried to tilt her head back, but all she could see was Harry's chin.

Now my mind is full of questions.

Why did you choose this method?

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

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

It was alright for Hermione to blush.

Why is Harry's face so red?

It seemed like Hermione had just passed by. In such a short time of less than a minute, what could they have done to make her blush so much...

Harry put Hermione on the chair. "I was brewing a potion and she barged in, that's it."

Hermione struggled and said angrily: "Are you brewing potions? You smell so much of alcohol, I've suspected it for a long time, Harry, you are not going to become an alcoholic."

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

Ron had envy in his eyes. Harry and Percy kept a close eye on him. They wouldn't let him drink even a little bit of alcohol, the most they could do was to get the house-elf drunk with butterbeer.

Hermione didn't have time to speak.

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

Hermione was startled.

"My dear brothers, they can't control their alcohol intake. When they get drunk, they take off their robes and dance the Four Little Swans. It's like they're performing on stage." Harry stretched out his hand towards Hermione's face. "That's really mature."

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

Fred was still arguing: "You were the one who started us."

"I remember I told you to drink in moderation, and I hardly ever get drunk." Harry pulled open Hermione's eyelids and examined her eyeballs.

Hermione was a little slow to react and subconsciously raised her eyes to see what Harry was going to do.

There was another light pat on the head.

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

Hermione lowered her gaze to meet the amulet hanging from her chest.

After checking one, then the other, Harry retracted his hands and body: "Fortunately, there is no effect. Drink this bottle of soothing agent."

Hermione obeyed: "That was really a potion? A poison? You were in the common room..."

At that moment, she thought she was finished.

The brain freezes and the body becomes unresponsive.

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

Hermione's eyes widened.

His face had an expression of "look at what you are talking about".

Just now he was saying it was a potion, but now he's saying it's wine...

Oh.

Is this what a man is?

"Some advanced potions require 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, shall we try it?" Fred swallowed.

George also had some yearning.

Harry just laughed and ignored them.

"Harry," Fred pleaded again.

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

The two were stunned and gnashed their teeth.

What's wrong with not being able to drink?

If I like drinking, do I have to be able to drink a lot?

Harry glanced at them and said, "Don't even think about trying it secretly. Let me make it clear in advance that this thing is wine to me, but it's no different from poison to you."

"Just half a cup can kill you."

Fred and George looked pale.

"So dangerous?" George tilted his head back.

Harry nodded.

Everything about demon hunters is poison to ordinary people.

The two brothers have always been very sensible.

Harry sat back down and continued brewing the potion.

It was not until one o'clock in the morning that she mixed thirteen bottles of White Seagull and carefully put them into the Sorting Hat, then she returned to the dormitory to sleep. By this time, the lounge was empty and only Hermione was left in a semi-drowsy state.

They returned to their dormitories respectively.

Developing a new magic is painful, especially when there are huge theoretical differences between the witcher's potions and the wizard's potions.

The first thing Harry mixed was the "Cat's Eye Potion", a potion that could enhance the witcher's vision. It allowed the witcher to have normal vision in a completely dark environment without any light source, including but not limited to candlelight, moonlight, and fluorescent light.

It has the same effect as the "Snake Eye Potion".

However, the "Snake Eyes Potion" can only allow wizards to see living things.

With reference points, it shouldn't be difficult.

Harry thought so, so he optimized the formula of the Snake Eye Potion and prepared the Cat's Eye Potion, but the result was somewhat bad. The thing he brewed was no different from the Snake Eye Potion, except that it tasted worse than the Snake Eye Potion, the effect was slightly better, and the red light emitted from those living creatures was more intense.

even……

After the potion was successfully brewed, the white seagulls that were supposed to have some special effects were assimilated, and their powerful effects disappeared, becoming mild.

Jianyou didn't encounter such a problem.

Ideas or methods?

During this period, he went to the library more frequently, often asking Lupin for permission to read every banned book on potions.

Until February arrives.

After the beginning of spring, the snow began to melt slowly.

There were some birds flying around the edge of the Forbidden Forest from time to time, but Harry put them aside for the moment as there were more important things he needed to deal with.

In Professor McGonagall's detention class.

Harry waved his wand and his arms twisted and changed, smoothly transforming into swan wings.

Mag applauded him: "Great human transformation."

"It would be nice if Wood could be as good as you." She sighed, "His current level is still a little far from the 'O' of Nwets."

"It's rare to find a Gryffindor who's not so good at Transfiguration." Harry nodded and sighed.

McGonagall: "No, 'E' is already excellent, and Auror only requires this level."

"No wonder." Harry suddenly realized, "I thought the Auror's requirements would be very high."

McGonagall gave him an unpleasant look and waved her wand to remove the Transfiguration Spell on him. "Today's lesson ends here. Next week we can start trying to transform the torso."

"Professor, maybe I can try Animagus now?" Harry asked tentatively.

Mag was startled, then smiled: "Your current level is indeed high enough to contact Animagus, but are you ready?"

"I should be ready." Harry nodded. In addition to his father's notes, he also read a lot of books about Animagus in the library.

A ceremony that can last at least a month and up to a year.

"No, it's not magical preparation." McGonagall frowned and said in a serious tone, "Animagus is not difficult. Many wizards have this ability."

Having said that, she paused.

"Although there are only eight Animagus in this century, there are many people who are capable of mastering Animagus."

"Professor Snape, Pomona, Filius, Albus, they all have this ability."

"I know at least ten people who could try this spell, but none of them did. Do you know why?"

Harry frowned and thought, then answered hesitantly, "Are you afraid that the animal you turn into is not something you like?"

"If my Animagus was a rat, I wouldn't be able to accept it."

McGonagall looked at Harry in surprise and shook her head: "How could it be this? It's the Ministry of Magic."

"Every Animagus has to register with the Ministry of Magic. Many wizards don't like this. They prefer the feeling of freedom."