Aisling held the Calming Draught Elliott had bought back, her expression somewhat hesitant.
As far as she knew, among all the students in the school, Roy was the only one who used these small Muggle plastic drink bottles to hold Potions. Snape had mocked Roy for it more than once during class.
Aisling twisted open the plastic cap and raised the pale green liquid in the bottle to her nose for a sniff.
"Just as I thought, this was his handiwork."
Although Aisling usually acted indifferent toward Roy at school, she secretly kept an eye on his every move almost constantly. After every Potions class, she would ask Snape for the Potions Roy had brewed and compare them with her own. As a result, Aisling knew Roy's Potions, infused with Ancient Magic, extremely well.
A delicate lavender fragrance slowly spread through the air. Aisling knew this was a change brought about by Ancient Magic. At some point, the Potions Roy brewed had gained special effects. Like Amortentia, they could transform into a unique scent according to each person's preferences.
"This wasn't a bottle he had left over after drinking something, was it?"
Aisling trusted the quality of Roy's Potions. If she had brewed it herself, it might not have been this good. Just as she was about to pour it into her mouth, she suddenly hesitated and looked at the slightly damaged plastic bottle in her hand.
"Forget it. It doesn't matter."
Aisling drained the Potion in one gulp, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the chair, feeling the powerful magic contained within the Calming Draught.
As the Calming Draught entered her stomach, Aisling felt her frayed nerves greatly soothed.
"So this is Ancient Magic? What a powerful gift."
Aisling, who had always been the most talented person among