Potions from Nothing?

The process went even more smoothly than expected. Dumbledore's creation of the false memories was very effective; there was almost no resistance when filling them in, as if they were the original memories.

This led Wizet to believe that Dumbledore must have been prepared in advance, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to achieve such a level of completion in such a short time.

When the effects of the Baruffio's Brain Elixir wore off, Altom Avakian did not fall into confusion, proving that Wizet's approach and plan were correct.

Malo Fufang looked at Wizet with a hint of astonishment on his face, muttering to himself, "This is unbelievable..."

Altom Avakian covered his head, closed his eyes, and sensed it. "It feels like I've recovered..."

"But why... do I feel like things that were fun before aren't so fun anymore..."

"Altom, you need to stay at Hogwarts for a while," Dumbledore explained. "So there are some things you need to avoid."

Altom Avakian nodded, saying nonchalantly, "That's true! Shuffling and dealing are important steps anyway, let's just wait for that bastard to fall into the trap!"

"By imbuing them with special properties through Patronus Charm, we can create Potions..."

As Wizet left the Headmaster's Office, she kept recalling what Snape had said.

Today, besides continuing to practice the "Fulcrum Theory," his biggest gain was his conversation with Snape.

The thought that he might actually be able to create Potions "out of nothing" made him want to try it out.

After learning new knowledge, being able to try it out effectively will definitely help solidify that knowledge.

Without realizing it, he was already in the Potions Classroom, standing in front of his locker.

"The Potion Ingredients that I'm currently familiar with enough and whose properties are simple enough are..." Wizet opened the storage cabinet, "Horned Slug and dried Nettle."

"To brew Pimple Healing Potion, I'll need Snake Fang... porcupine quills..." He rummaged through the Potion Ingredients and found the remaining Snake Fang and porcupine quills.

"Expecto Patronum!" Wizet raised his wand, attempting to construct a steamed Horned Slug directly, as Snape had instructed.

Of course, he also had his own ideas about it.

Using the Patronus Charm is the method of construction, and the construction process... he chose the Magic Circuit, which is a secret unique to him.

Using the Patronus Charm to manipulate the soul and construct the Magic Circuit of the Horned Slug is an extremely mentally taxing process that requires maintaining a high level of concentration throughout.

Furthermore, Wizet needs to incorporate Ancient Magic Power to speed up the process of creating the Potion Ingredients.

Even just completing one construction would make him feel a sudden darkness before his eyes and a slight sense of dizziness.

To avoid fainting again and ending up in the Hospital Wing, he rested for a while before starting to construct the second Horned Slug.

The Horned Slug obtained in this way are actually fluid-like, perhaps best described as an "extract".

The extract from Horned Slug is a deep black, while the extract from dried Nettle is a dull yellow.

Wizet added the crucible and immediately began adding the various ingredients according to the steps for preparing Pimple Healing Potion.

Having studied under Snape for a long time, making such a simple Potions was naturally a piece of cake for him, and the cauldron smoothly emitted pure pink smoke.

Looking at the Potions before him, Wizet felt an indescribable excitement. "This method really works! That legendary realm... is just water and sugar, fire and a cauldron!"

He quickly made a new connection. "If it's possible to concoct Potions 'out of nothing,' then it seems not so different from casting spells and chanting incantations to release some effect, right?"

"Why should there be a difference?" Snape's voice suddenly appeared.

Wizet turned to look at Snape, who was also staring at him expressionlessly.

"Potions and magic are the prerogative of wizards," Snape continued. "Even if Muggle followed the same steps to brew Potions, he would only get a pot of poison."

"You could even think of it this way: each syllable of a spell can correspond to a Potions ... the boundary between the two doesn't need to be so clear."

Wizet tried to understand what Snape was saying, "Professor Snape, you mean..."

"You don't need to know all that yet!" Snape crossed his arms. "First, lay a solid foundation, fully understand the properties of Potions... then you can leave!"

He made way for her, saying, "I don't want another annoying Ghost wandering around the Potions Classroom because of a sudden death!"

Wizet blinked, conjuring a simple mirror, and found herself with droopy eyelids and a tired appearance.

He quickly waved his wand, tidied up the Potions Classroom, and then bowed to Snape, saying, "Professor Snape, I'll go back and rest now."

Snape picked up the bottle of Pimple Healing Potion, examining Potions color, his eyebrows unconsciously rising high.

His cheeks puffed out, but he ultimately said nothing and silently returned to his office.

With only two or three days until the Christmas holidays, Lockhart held a small mirror between his fingers, reflecting a bloodless and extremely haggard face.

He moved the small mirror with difficulty, so that it reflected on the top of his head, revealing an incredibly shiny scalp, even shinier than his previously carefully styled hair.

Lockhart felt somewhat dazed; he had almost forgotten how long he had spent in the Hospital Wing.

It was as if the door to the Hospital Wing had isolated him from the world.

He had seen Ravenclaw celebrating outside through the open door, and he had seen Filch grabbing at the students, but he had never seen anyone come to visit him.

"Could it be because my bed is too far inside? That's why they didn't see it?" Lockhart put down the mirror and murmured to himself.

"I'm the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor... I've been gone for so many days... Don't they feel something's missing?"

The doors to the Hospital Wing opened, and Madam Pomfrey entered.

Seeing Lockhart clutching the mirror, Madam Pomfrey comforted him, "Lockhart, you should be brave and take the next step. Getting a wig is a good option."

"Oh...okay..." Lockhart nodded somewhat blankly, stuffed the mirror into his pocket, and slowly moved to the bedside to stand up.

Madam Pomfrey was right; the Potions couldn't make him grow hair. During this time, he had gradually regained some of his spellcasting abilities through the notebook. It was time for him to leave!

Lockhart let out a long breath, forced a smile, and firmly pulled the wizard's hat over his head before walking out of the Hospital Wing...