Revitalization Potion, Visiting The Burrow

The faint white beam of light dissipated.

Maxime and Phoebe appeared from within, and the two walked toward a carriage. The horse pulling the carriage had golden and silver manes, crimson eyes, and was about the size of an elephant. This was the Abraxan, a branch of the Pegasus.

After settling into the carriage, Maxime could see the discouragement hidden in Phoebe's eyes, and gently comforted her:

"It's not your fault, we were just late."

Phoebe tried her best to compose herself and regain her former confidence.

"It's good that Mr. Flamel has found a favorite disciple. But that boy doesn't seem very old?"

Maxime glanced out the window at the ground rushing past.

"Indeed, that young wizard looks very young; he's probably still in school, either Hogwarts or Durmstrang..."

"What, you want to see him?"

Phoebe didn't deny it; she genuinely wanted to meet the wizard who had been accepted as Nicolas Flamel's last disciple—just what kind of extraordinary talent was he?

Maxime gently patted Phoebe's head.

"It's alright, there's a chance. He's bound to be an outstanding young wizard, and he's very likely to participate in that ancient competition."

"Speaking of which, we can start preparing for the competition earlier..."

After seeing Maxime and Phoebe off, Nicolas stretched his stiff neck.

"Getting old again..."

To be honest, that young girl named Phoebe Delacour is quite talented and is indeed suited to the path of alchemy.

If he hadn't met Lucien, Nicolas might have been tempted to take him on as a disciple.

But there are no "what ifs." As Nicolas formally began teaching Lucien, she increasingly felt that her choice was right.

Lucien demonstrated an amazing learning ability and gained a lot of knowledge from Nicolas.

"Sir, young master Lucien left some things in his room, including a letter."

After Apparition to Nicolas's side, Qiu Bi spoke respectfully.

"Oh?"

Nicolas thought that Lucien hadn't mentioned this to him earlier, and the next second he arrived at the room where Lucien had been staying.

There were two crystal bottles and a large pile of papers on the desk.

Nicolas reached out and beckoned, and the letter hidden under the crystal bottle Accio gently:

"Teacher, these papers contain some aerospace data from that Eastern European country before its disintegration. My family has collected some of them, and I thought they might provide some reference for your great cause..."

Nicolas's eyebrows twitched as he looked at Lucien's handwriting; he hadn't expected his student to leave him such a gift.

Continue reading:

"Teacher, what's in the crystal bottle is my newly developed magic potion, ' Revitalization Potion,' which can replenish life force. I hope you and your wife like it..."

The letter trembled violently between Nicolas's fingers; he almost thought that his aged eyes were finally hallucinating after so many years.

Replenishing vitality?

These five seemingly simple words carried enough weight to shake his heart, which had endured for six hundred years.

Nicolas understood the boy's character and knew he wouldn't boast.

Nicolas put down the letter and unconsciously moved to the table.

As the distance closed, an indescribable longing quietly awakened from the depths of his decaying marrow, calling out silently.

He stretched out his withered, wrinkled hand, tremblingly picked up a crystal bottle, and carefully opened the cork.

In an instant, a fresh fragrance, like that of dew-kissed grass, burst forth.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible yet powerful life force emanated from the mouth of the bottle, rippling out like water, as if making the silent air begin to breathe.

Nicolas couldn't help but take a deep breath. Every cell in his exhausted body was shouting and singing, as if he could "smell" the sweet, enchanting essence of life.

Without even tasting it, Nicolas could tell that this potion would definitely achieve the effect Lucien had described.

It can replenish vitality, giving you abundant vitality!

"What exactly happened to that child...?"

Nicolas's thin fingers gripped the crystal bottle tightly. Indeed, he had long since accepted everything that aging brought, and learned to remain optimistic in his fragile body.

However, who can truly forget those years when they were full of energy and in good health?

His and Perenelle's bodies were already terribly old and decayed.

His bones are as fragile as withered branches, and they can break at the slightest carelessness. Even normal eating is a luxury, and he can only rely on specially made liquid food.

This prevented Qiu Bi from showcasing his superb culinary skills, inherited from his great-grandfather and skills that would put many world-renowned chefs to shame.

It was the arrival of this young man, Lucien, that brought a lot of vitality to the place and gave Qiu Bi a chance to shine.

Nicolas suddenly remembered that one day at dinner, he had jokingly told Lucien that watching the young people enjoy their food made even his own appetite seem to improve.

At that moment, the child looked thoughtful.

As Nicolas lowered her gaze, she noticed a line of small print at the very bottom of the letter:

"Teacher, Qiu Bi is a wonderful cook, and he regrets that he cannot serve you and your wife the delicious food that his father did."

Moreover, a vibrant body might be better suited for exploring the wonders of the world?

The last few words made Nicolas murmur.

"The wonders of the world..."

Hahahahaha...

"Cough cough cough..."

Nicolas laughed heartily, a rare occurrence for him, and he didn't care that the laughter aggravated his weakened lungs, triggering a violent cough.

The next moment, he tilted his head back and drank the liquid in the bottle, which was brimming with the radiance of life, in one gulp.

In an instant, a surge of life force, both powerful and gentle, burst forth from my abdomen, like a warm wave washing away the traces of time within my body.

Meanwhile, Lucien pondered his plans for the remainder of summer vacation.

Yes, the teacher should have seen what they left behind.

Although Muggle space technology and magic are vastly different, it can still provide some inspiration and reference.

Fortunately, I had asked my aunt to keep an eye on things there beforehand, and I managed to get a small piece of the "inheritance."

"Thank you for your hard work, Liuguang."

Lucien Liuguang rubbed the shrunken Liuguang in his arms. The little Qilin had also contributed a little blood in order to refine the "Revitalization Potion" potion.

"Master, can I have some more candy? The Lemon Sherbet, the Liquorice Wands, the Cockroach Cluster I had at the headmaster's place last time..."

Listening to the little Qilin reciting the menu, Lucien shook his head helplessly, but still pulled a handful of candies from his pocket.

Eat a little less of everything, or you'll get cavities, which are really painful.

Although a creature like Qilin shouldn't have cavities, he still cautioned, perhaps this was just the fun of scaring children.

"Hehe, yes, Master."

The little Qilin snuggled against Lucien's chest affectionately, then leaped up and snatched the candies away.

After Lucien's potion-making talent improved, he read many books related to potions in Nicolas's library.

We can now refine potions that utilize Qilin blood. It's no longer a simple matter of mixing ingredients as before; instead, we can amplify the vitality-rich properties of Qilin blood.

Nicolas, as his teacher, imparted all his knowledge to him, so as his student, he naturally wanted to repay him.

Okay, I'll send one to Newt and Tina tomorrow too.

Especially Newt's constant travels around the world and the troubles caused by Magical Creatures, he really needs to catch up on his studies.

Newt valued him highly, offering him guidance and even gifting him a box.

Lucien owes no debts to his friends and family.

"By the way, System, this ' Revitalization Potion ' potion is also one I invented. Could selling it count towards the loan task?"

This rare and precious product, which can replenish vitality and prolong life, is sought after no matter how high its price.

Putting aside the sales volume, the sales revenue should be sufficient soon.

[...]

[Um, host, well, it's just...]

Lucien understood from the system's hesitant manner.

It was just a casual question, and since the sales volume goes up, the sales amount won't be different either; they're things that happen simultaneously.

"Never mind, do as you please, I'll go get back to work."

Lucien has designed and conceived many alchemical tools and potions during this period, and has also made some samples.

"The next step is to find sales agents."

Add here

Grafton Manor.

Lucien reviewed the drafts of the two papers on Transfiguration again:

<Transfiguration Stacking: On the Construction and Maintenance of Composite Biological Structures> <Transfiguration Research Based on Magic Circuit Theory>

They then made three copies of each, intending to send one to Dumbledore and one to McGonagall, as they had been exchanging letters with them throughout the summer.

The remaining copy was sent to his teacher, Nicolas. Knowing that Nicolas had mentioned sending him a copy after he finished writing the paper, Lucien naturally didn't forget.

He spent most of his time at home during this period.

As agreed, I went to Malfoy's dragon farm halfway through the trip, but unfortunately there were too few Norwegian Ridgeback there.

Taking advantage of the quiet of the night, Lucien released Norbert to spar with his fellow creatures. The battle was quickly resolved, and Lucien compensated them with healing and food. In addition, he deliberately concealed the battle with magic, so no one else noticed.

Whether it was the special benefits of hatching the dragon egg with the Qilin Purifying Fire or the foundation laid by the Bone and Blood Baptism Liquid, Norbert's growth rate and strength surprised Lucien.

In addition, Lucien celebrated his twelfth birthday a few days ago with a birthday party.

Friends from Muggle World and Wizarding World were invited, and he received many birthday gifts.

Lucien spent the rest of his time focusing on completing his paper on Transfiguration.

According to Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall's letter, the review results will be announced within about six months, and will most likely be published directly in the prestigious journal * Journey of Transfiguration *.

Lucien tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, his thoughts drifting far away.

The publication of the paper will be a cornerstone of one's reputation.

Since the system requires him to sell alchemy and potion products in his own name, the inventor's reputation is just as important as the quality of the products.

Fame and products are inherently complementary and mutually reinforcing tools.

"Clang!"

Suddenly, a crash interrupted Lucien's thoughts.

Without even looking, Lucien knew what had happened; he simply pulled out his wand and tapped it to open the window.

Lucien wasn't worried about triggering Trace or getting the Ministry of Magic to come knocking on his door when he used his wand off-campus during holidays.

I learned a simple Ancient Magic from Nicolas before, which makes it easy to block out the senses of Trace.

Lucien manipulated the owl that had fainted outside the window, causing it to float onto the table.

Seeing the gray, sickly owl unconscious, Lucien shook his head helplessly.

This is Errol, the Weasley family's owl, an old and somewhat confused owl.

When delivering messages to Lucien, he would bump into the window eight out of ten times, and the other two times he would bump into the wall.

Healing and sobering spells were cast on Errol in quick succession.

Thanks to the Unicorn's blessing, Lucien's healing spell worked very well. Errol immediately recovered and regained consciousness, handed him the letter, and then stood there blankly.

Errol took a can of owl treats from the drawer, but didn't remember to eat them until Lucien fed them to him.

Faced with this owl that seemed to be suffering from dementia, Lucien pondered whether he should develop a magical potion to cure animal dementia, while simultaneously opening the letter to read:

"Dear Master Lucien:

I wonder when you will be able to grace my humble abode with your presence. In the Ottery St Catchpole, my the Burrow awaits your arrival.

Seeing the teasing tone and the little grimace at the end of the letter, Lucien smiled; it seemed as if it had been written by a twin.

Yes, it's time to visit the Weasley family.

After experiencing the Knight Bus, Lucien arrived in Devon, at the Ottery St Catchpole.

Following the directions in the letter, Lucien quickly found his destination.

It was a very conspicuous house.

It is situated beside a pond, surrounded by small plots of farmland and pasture.

The house itself looks like it's pieced together from several different parts, and the whole thing is tilted.

Lucien estimated that without the help of magic, the house would probably collapse.

This house, so full of magical charm and everyday life, is the Weasley family's home, the Burrow.

"Lucien!"

Ron, who was fighting Gnome in the garden, looked up and happened to see Lucien. He greeted him with delight.

After spinning the Gnome, who was repeatedly shouting "Let me go!", out of the garden, Ron jumped over the fence and ran over.

Just as Ron was about to give Lucien a hug, Ron remembered that he still had mud stains on him from working, and his arms awkwardly froze in mid-air.

But Lucien didn't mind and gave Ron a light hug.

"Haven't seen you for a long time."

This relieved Ron's tension. To be honest, attending Lucien's birthday party last time had been a huge shock for Ron.

He had a rough idea that Lucien came from a well-off family, but he didn't expect it to be "well-off" to that extent.

Ron was initially a little worried that Lucien might feel "disdain" after coming to their house, given the huge difference in their social status.

But Lucien's behavior immediately put him at ease. Come to think of it, Lucien had been very approachable throughout their year-long daily interactions.

Well, except when I'm getting tutoring.

"Oh, isn't this young master Lucien? Welcome!"

Upon hearing Ron's call, Fred and George, who were working on the other side of the garden, came over with smiles and greeted Lucien in a joking manner.

Hello, Lucien.

Ginny also came over, and the little girl behaved much more quietly.

But her gaze kept drifting towards Lucien's pocket, as if hoping that a fluffy, platinum-blonde head would pop out and greet her.