The Dilemma of Improving Talent

For the first time in his two lives, Avada realized that the enhancements brought about by his ability were not necessarily positive.

At the same time, this made him respect the achievements of the pioneers even more—through generations of exploration and research, many fundamental things had been optimized to their limits. Every step was a condensation of thousands of years of experience, not something he could overturn simply by relying on his Magic Sense.

Of course, this respect had its limits; after all, there were countless examples of development stagnating because people were shackled by experience. Moreover, his "Magic Sense" was likely unprecedented, which almost gave him the inherent right to question and improve everything.

However, one must be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious when questioning and improving, otherwise, it would lead to a joke like the one just now.

After being lectured by Snape and frantically apologizing to Baron to gain his understanding and comfort, the tormented Avada finally made it to the ringing of the dismissal bell.

Snape was the first to announce the end of class and walk out of the classroom, followed by most of the students who quickly stood up and headed for the door—the explosions and pungent odors made them wish they could escape the classroom in the next second. The bottle of azure potion still sat on the desk of Avada and Baron, so many students walked past them and saw the potion that had been heavily criticized by Snape.

Most people just glanced at it and left, as their own finished products were even worse, and they had no right to mock others. Those Slytherin students who had successfully completed the potion also refrained from coming over to mock them, out of respect for Baron.

Avada, however, ignored those strange looks. After hastily saying goodbye to Baron, he grabbed his schoolbag and chased after Snape, who hadn't gone far from the classroom.

"Professor, please wait!"

"Hmm?" Snape turned his head, looking somewhat surprised. He was well aware of his own reputation, so he never thought any student would dare to chase after him to ask questions, let alone a student who had just been lectured by him.

"Professor, may I ask if you know about the 'Wit-Sharpening Potion'?"

Avada bit the bullet and asked the question, then quickly took a deep breath, preparing for a storm of sarcasm and reprimands.

"Oh, the Wit-Sharpening Potion."

Snape raised an eyebrow and spoke in a slow, measured tone: "It seems our genius Mr. K has finally realized that his brain isn't actually as good as he thought, and wants to become a bit smarter through potions?"

"Since you already know about the Wit-Sharpening Potion, you must be aware that this is a potion only taught in the fourth year, and it is quite difficult even for fourth-year standards. Do you think you have perfectly mastered all the knowledge from the first to the fourth year? Or do you think the Wit-Sharpening Potion is like the Cure for Boils, something you can brew with a wave of your hand, and perhaps even enhance with your 'genius' techniques?"

"Furthermore, the effects of the Wit-Sharpening Potion usually only last for about a day. Are you planning to drink it like water, enjoy a genius brain for a few months, and then become an idiot forever?"

He cast a satisfied look at the stunned Avada and turned to disappear at the end of the corridor.

Avada wasn't stunned by the lecture; he just hadn't expected that something like the Wit-Sharpening Potion would have time limits and side effects.

It seemed he would have to analyze the structure of his mental power bit by bit to see if there was any way to forcibly improve his talent.

After Potions class was the Herbology class taught by his own Head of House, Sprout. But to Avada's surprise, Professor Sprout did not take them to the greenhouses to show them various magical plants. Instead, she had them flip through their textbooks and take notes in the classroom, detailing the biological classification of magical plants, several common physiological structures, and a simple history of the development of herbology.

According to Professor Sprout, they currently had no knowledge or foundation in herbology, so going to the greenhouse would be meaningless. Therefore, they needed to sit honestly in the classroom and learn first; once their knowledge base was sufficient, they would go to the greenhouse to turn this knowledge into practice and learn more profound knowledge through that practice.

After finishing the day's classes, Avada still headed straight to the library after dinner, flipping through the fourth-year Potions textbook to see if he could brew the Wit-Sharpening Potion himself, observe how it affected mental power to improve one's talent, and then attempt to develop a magic or potion that could permanently improve talent.

When he finished reading the entire production process of the Wit-Sharpening Potion, he understood what Snape meant by "quite difficult for a fourth-year"—he couldn't understand it at all.

The names of the herbs, the types of instruments, the techniques used, the formulas for calculation, and the many symbols and terminology completely shut Avada out, preventing him from learning even the slightest bit of information about the Wit-Sharpening Potion. If he wanted to understand these things, he would have to master all the Potions knowledge from the first to the fourth year, and he hadn't even fully memorized the first-year knowledge yet.

"Aiming too high, I see."

He sighed to himself, while also feeling even more admiration for the yet-to-be-met Hermione Granger—she had successfully brewed the Polyjuice Potion, which one could only encounter in the sixth-year advanced classes, while only in her second year. What kind of monster was she!

"My Magic Sense is only suitable for research involving physical objects. For this kind of purely theoretical, purely computational subject, I am no different from an ordinary person." He shook his head in annoyance and put the fourth-year textbook back on the shelf.

"Let's go to the Room of Requirement again and see what I can gain from the things there."

Avada left the library, ran up the stairs, and arrived at the entrance on the eighth floor. Suddenly, a figure appeared around the corner, and he almost bumped into them.

"Professor Baker?"

After stopping his steps and seeing the person's face clearly, Avada asked in surprise.

"You are... K?"

Although they had only met once, Professor Baker had a deep impression of this student with the absurd name and excellent classroom performance, and he recognized his face immediately.

"What are you doing here, Mr. K?"

I should be asking you that. The Defense Against the Dark Arts office is on the third floor...

"Oh, we have Astronomy class tomorrow, so I wanted to go to the Astronomy Tower in advance to take a look, Professor." Avada recited the excuse he had prepared long ago.

"Getting to know the venue in advance is a good habit." Professor Baker nodded and walked downstairs, leaving.

Avada watched his back and frowned—Professor Baker's mental power felt even more wrong than it had in the morning. Although he couldn't see any abnormalities under his Magic Sense, there was a strong sense of dissonance.

"Mental power, huh..."

Avada sighed. He really did go to the Astronomy Tower to ensure the professor wouldn't return to spy on him, then returned to the eighth floor and quickly entered the Room of Requirement. He first took the Diadem out of his private room, then returned to the "room for hiding things" and began to look for magical items suitable for his current stage of research.

There will be another update around nine o'clock.