Dumbledore and McGonagall arrived soon.

Mag's face was serious. Her arrival made the little lions restrain themselves. Some of them were so flustered that they even forgot about magic and subconsciously hid their wine glasses behind their backs.

"Minerva and I are here to celebrate Harry's cause," Dumbledore waved his hand and a glass of wine flew into his hand, "Today is a good day."

McGonagall nodded, waved her wand, and took a glass of wine as well.

The little wizards mustered up the courage to take out the wine glasses.

Godric shouted, "Hey, Harry, move me over here." He had long wanted to meet the current headmaster.

Harry got what he wanted.

The portrait floated over, and he looked at the two critically, finally landing his gaze on McGonagall: "Are you the current headmaster of Hogwarts?"

"I very much hope I am, Mr. Gryffindor." McGonagall greeted him politely, "I am the current Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Head of Gryffindor, and Professor of Transfiguration. My name is Minerva McGonagall."

"So he is the headmaster of Hogwarts?" Godric looked at Dumbledore, his tone slightly shocked.

Dumbledore pulled his beard and said, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Mr. Gryffindor, you can just call me Albus. Am I so unlike a headmaster?"

"I just prefer this lady to be." Godric said bluntly, "She seems more responsible."

"I am so sad." Dumbledore took a sip of his wine, although he didn't look sad at all.

Professor McGonagall had a small smile on her face.

"Perhaps we should discuss the incident after Harry entered school, when dark wizards broke into the first year, basilisks appeared in the second year, and even Dementors swarmed the third year?" Godric said softly.

Dumbledore paused with his hand holding the glass.

"My dear, the current headmaster of Hogwarts?" Godric smiled.

Dumbledore pointed his finger, took control of the portrait, and walked to the corner with him in his arms: "Mr. Gryffindor, all this is for a reason."

Mag followed closely.

It is not easy to find someone who can criticize Dumbledore with confidence, even if that person is a portrait.

In the Gryffindor common room, there was chaos.

Soon George and Fred were dancing the Four Little Swans, with Dumbledore joining in, and Godric's portrait floating nearby, pointing and teaching them medieval steps, with the Sorting Hat accompanying them.

Ron and Hermione sat next to Harry, leaning against the fireplace.

As the protagonist of the celebration party, Harry just sat there quietly. No one came to disturb him. Only those who were drunk raised a glass to Harry from afar and then went to dance happily.

Ron curiously asked about what happened to Harry.

Being surrounded by giant eight-eyed spiders gave him goosebumps.

Crossing the swamp.

A group of brainless mountain monsters suddenly attacked.

Even though Harry was not a good storyteller, these ordinary words still made Ron and Neville, who had gathered around him, feel their blood boiling and excited.

Until Harry finished speaking the ending, he drew out the sword of Gryffindor, finally passed the test and became the heir.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, this is all over."

"If these were written into a novel, they would definitely sell well!" Seamus' eyes were shining, and his gaze was fixed on the sword of Gryffindor on Harry's knees.

Harry shook his head. "I don't want to be Lockhart."

Seamus's face froze.

"Harry, will you go look for Avalon?" Ron asked thoughtfully.

Harry nodded. "Of course, but not now."

Hermione clenched her fists silently.

The celebration lasted until curfew, and as Professor McGonagall left, she waved her wand and put away all the drinks, "Now, it's time to go to bed. We have classes tomorrow."

As she said that, she looked at Harry and said, "Mr. Potter, you can take a day off before continuing your lessons."

Dumbledore takes Gryffindor's portrait away.

Although Godric himself wanted to stay, he wanted to have the ability to travel to other portraits even more.

Harry had a good sleep after a long absence.

The next day, I got up early and exercised as usual.

Wait until he returns to the dormitory.

"Harry, aren't you going to take a rest today?" Hermione held the book, raised her head and looked at the entrance, a little surprised.

Harry shook his head, "Yesterday was enough rest."

He pulled out a Gryffindor notebook from the Sorting Hat and sat down next to Hermione.

Gryffindor is worthy of the name of "The Big Four". He has a unique understanding of many aspects of magic, potions, and dueling skills. He also came into contact with the state that Dumbledore told him early on: "Everything I think is reality."

What interested Harry most were Gryffindor's notes on potions.

Not only his own research, but also some ideas from Ms. Hufflepuff.

As the most "materialistic" skill in the field of magic, its essence is also "idealism". Emotions and thoughts have a greater impact on potions than Harry thought.

An example is recorded in the notes.

A witch who was proposed to was at her happiest and most blessed moment. She brewed a pot of joy potion. After someone drank the potion, the person laughed for a whole month. If the witch had not kept casting spells to relieve the fatigue of his mouth and body, the person might have laughed himself to death.

Before researching and deciding on a new potion, you must first determine what your emotions and thoughts are about that potion.

This gave Harry some ideas.

He figured out why the previous "cat's eye" potion would eventually become a large-sized "snake eye potion". He had always been within the framework of the snake eye potion and could not escape the "idealistic" nature of this potion. Unless he completely destroyed its structure, no matter what materials were added, it would only become a "snake eye potion".

Harry waved his wand.

Parchment flew.

He picked up the pen and wrote the word "White Seagull" on the parchment. As the base wine of the potion, it would give the potion an unusually manic property.

After thinking for a moment, he wrote down the words "Thunderbird Blood", which would give the potion the ability to be compatible with thunderstorms.

"Giant's Blood", which will empower the potion and increase the strength of the person who takes it.

…

From time to time, Harry would cross out a few words and replace the ingredients, slowly adjusting the potion formula.

After Ron got up, he continued to go to class with them.

In the evening, he continued with tutoring or Quidditch training. The professors were very satisfied with Harry. He had just returned from the trial, which even the professors sounded troubled, but he continued with the class without stopping. This made the professors keep giving Harry extra points.

The little lions also showed off Harry all over the school.

Heirs, do you have any?

Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws shed tears of envy.

Oh, by the way, you Slytherin once had an heir, but it was destroyed by our Gryffindor heir!

This made the Slytherins grit their teeth.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were the most troublesome. They were on the road to "mediate fights" every day after class until Sunday. However, in just three days, more than ten conflicts broke out between the little lions and the little snakes.

Nearly ten little wizards had to spend a pleasant weekend in the school infirmary.

The rubies of Gryffindor and Slytherin also fell again and again.

Become the last one in the academy.

The Gryffindors didn't care at all, they had Harry and ten points more than the Slytherins, and that was enough.

Sunday afternoon.

In the corner of the lounge, Hermione and Ron were busy studying, while George and Fred were huddled together. They had just obtained a batch of "saltpeter" and "sulfur" from Sirius, and were now preparing to copy ordinary explosives first and then study magic bombs.

Harry sat alone.

The magic barrier protects this side tightly.

There was a stool behind him with the Sorting Hat sitting on it. Whenever someone came over, it would immediately stop them and forbid them from getting close to Harry, as it was too dangerous.

White seagulls were boiling in the crucible, with bubbles rolling slightly.

Harry picked up a bottle of bright red blood and carefully poured out a drop into the crucible. There was a click and a small thunder. This was the blood of the Thunderbird, which was also a contraband. With Sirius's strength, he could only get one ounce.

As the wand stirred, it slowly turned into a clear purple.

Harry carefully poured in the giant's blood.

With a bang, the medicine began to burn and a black gas rolled out.

Harry immediately held his breath and waved his wand, and the pot of potion disappeared instantly.

It seems that thunderbird blood and giant blood are not compatible.

Harry put out the fire, took the parchment, and continued to think, adjusting the potion formula.

How to bring out the magic of Thunderbird blood?

Harry searched among the contraband items around him, and his eyes finally fell on the dust of "Boggart". This was what was left after the death of the Boggart. As a magical creature that could mimic other things, could it mimic itself into a Thunderbird?

This seems like a good idea.

In this regard, you can refer to Polyjuice Potion, but not too much, and don't let the emotions of that potion affect the emotions of your own potion.

The pot of potion was quickly boiled out.

The muddy purple doesn't look very successful.

Harry took a sip. The effect was very strong - but it was only equivalent to the potions of ordinary wizards. To Harry, it was just like replacing butterbeer with dark beer, both of which made him feel bland.

It seems that the "manic" effect that the white seagull gave to the potion alone was not enough.

The eggs of the fire ash snake, the venom of the giant spider...

Harry tried adding these things in.

Some materials are not suitable.

The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is not as strong as that of the Loba insect, which is more toxic and more compatible with the blood of the thunderbird, and has the effect of enhancing the bloodline of the thunderbird.

Until late at night.

A pot of deep purple potion took shape and settled in the crucible.

Harry took a small sip.

The manic magic power penetrated his body almost instantly and merged with his entire being.