Failed Experiment

Felix Felicis is a Potions that can bring good luck.

If you drink it, you'll find that you succeed at everything you do... at least until the effects wear off.

As a top student in Potions, Harry naturally had some knowledge of them.

This is a Potions takes an extremely long time to brew and involves very complex and tedious steps.

The blood-substitute Potions in Harry's hand is nothing compared to it.

The only difficulty in Harry's Potions was actually the ingredients; the second most important thing was the skillful magical technique, which involved using dance and spells to digest the ingredients.

Without the latter, this Potions would only temporarily enhance the body's agility.

But now, Harry heard something: the Potions in his hand, which he thought was completely incomparable to Felix Felicis, actually had similar side effects!

"Oh My God!"

"But it's not written in the book!" Even Harry, who had become somewhat arrogant, couldn't help but panic.

It's important to know that the reason Felix Felicis didn't become a standard ingredient for some Potions Master is entirely due to its side effects—causing dizziness, recklessness, and dangerous arrogance.

Even the most arrogant wizard, after drinking it once, would not dare to drink it a second time.

Especially after suffering because of it.

But now, he, Harry Potter, is about to drink one hundred doses of this Potions, whose side effects are similar to Felix Felicis.

"Do you know why we have to get up at 6 o'clock?" Ryan didn't answer directly, but instead twirled his wand in his hand, just like Harry had done earlier.

Harry then noticed that Ryan's wand was very beautiful; it had an ivory-like texture and was covered with mysterious-looking patterns.

"Why?" Harry didn't know how to answer, nor did he think about it.

He felt like he was going crazy; how could his attention be completely focused on Ryan's wand?

"It's simple, get up early and digest the Potions's side effects as soon as possible." Ryan stopped spinning his wand and casually stuffed it into his pocket.

"This is still digestible!"

"I reckon I'll be back to normal in two or three hours," Harry said, regaining his confidence and letting out a sigh of relief.

"That's why I said it's similar."

"It will take about an hour to process, and I suggest you don't see Ginny during that time," Ryan said. Harry frowned in confusion, but still wore that confident smile.

"Your smile is really stupid right now." After saying that, Ryan mysteriously disappeared from the spot, just like he had appeared.

"Do I look really stupid?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Seriously, if it weren't for the fact that this expression is on your face, I would have punched you in the face," Ron retorted.

He was finally able to speak.

He couldn't get a word in edgewise during Harry and Ryan's conversation.

What Felix Felicis?

He had no idea what its side effects were or how serious they were.

But as Ginny's brother and Harry's friend, he felt obligated to tell Harry just how annoying he was.

"I suggest you get a good night's sleep."

"You can rest while avoiding Ginny seeing your stupid face, who could come in at any moment." Ron walked toward the door and waved for Harry to get into bed.

"But I'm still curious why this side effect wasn't mentioned in the book." Harry climbed onto the bed with a smug smile.

"The book already says to get up at 6 o'clock, so it's giving you time to do stupid things by yourself." Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Ryan, who had just left, remembered something because of Harry's situation: an experiment that should have been tested long ago.

Deep in the Nottingham Forest, in an ancient castle, in the basement, the Gubraithian Fire on the walls glowed with a milky white light.

In the dimly lit basement, rows of black crucibles were neatly laid out on the floor. There was no open flame on the ground, only the orange cat's yellow magic stripes surging at the bottom of the pots, bringing them a trace of warmth.

The medicine inside the crucible splashed merrily, its color like molten gold. Large drops of liquid, like goldfish, leaped on the surface, but not a single drop spilled outside.

"God, how's the progress?" A figure stepped out from the hazy membrane in the air.

A human face appeared on the metal wall. "Master, the Magic Array for brewing Potions has overcome the most difficult Felix Felicis."

"Unfortunately, the feeling of being lucky isn't as easily replenished as the pain required for the Potion of Despair," Ryan sighed, looking at the pile of Felix Felicis in front of him.

The Potion of Despair in Ryan's mouth was the same Potions Voldemort had placed in a stone basin on the island in the Inferi Lake.

Voldemort crafted it into the Eternal Elixir —a Potions that would never run out or would remain effective forever.

The original Potions serves as the source, absorbing the surrounding pain to generate new elixirs while preventing the source from deteriorating.

And this suffering is provided by those Inferi who are trapped in corpses for eternity.

This kind of eternity is actually easy to break: just drink it all in one go.

But Voldemort hid the source of the secret in the stone basin and the space where the locket was Locket.

This means that the Potions actually has two sources.

Only when the wizard drinks the Potions from the stone basin will the source of the Potions Locket's space disappear, and the Locket will reappear.

After the Locket is removed, the Potion of Despair hidden in the stone basin will begin to absorb pain again and brew the Potions anew.

This is the principle behind the Eternal Elixir, and the exquisite magical and Potion-Making knowledge covering that stone basin.

However, ordinary Potions, when made into Eternal Elixir, do not require emotions; all that is needed is to be in a magical environment—that is, within the magical magnetic field that exists as long as a wizard exists.

Potions like Felix Felicis Potion of Despair, which are incredibly powerful and touch upon ethereal concepts, are the ones that cause this much trouble.

"God, Jack and the others' emotions aren't working?" Ryan, in mortal mode, wasn't thinking about connecting with God.

But he just discovered that these Potions had already absorbed Jack and the others' emotions.

If his idea is correct, House-elf, as a powerful and emotionally rich magical race, should have enough quantity and quality to transform Potions into Eternal Elixir.

Especially his House-elf, whose treatment is unmatched by any other Pure-blood families.

Under his orders, it should have been easy for one to have thoughts of feeling extremely lucky.

Moreover, this idea came from Ryan's 'thinking'.

"Master, based on your visual observation, the emotions are sufficient, the Potions is fine, and the liquid does indeed have a tendency to become eternal, but it suddenly fails at the last step."

"In the end, only the quality of Felix Felicis was slightly improved; all the emotions were wasted," the face on the wall said.

"Another curse?"

"Could it be some old bastard again, using this power that even a wizard can't control?" Ryan couldn't help but swear.