Kapitel 283: Potions Mastery
"Start with the gold one."
[Ding! The golden treasure chest is being opened for the host.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for gaining mastery in Potions.]
[Ding! The bronze treasure chest is being opened for the host.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting 500 rounds of .44 Magnum ammunition.]
"Bullets, huh? That's useful," Blake mused. "At least I won't need to craft them myself. I'll just modify these ones…"
Rather than syntensize new treasure chests this time, Blake opted to open all of the ones he already had. He had learned from experience, ever since opening that revolver from a bronze chest, that even the lower-tier chests could contain useful items.
Sure, most rewards were alchemy materials or low-quality equipment, but with his dismantling system, Blake could break those down into a wealth of alchemy and potion components.
"If I didn't get these materials from treasure chests," Blake thought, "the 100 Galleons Dumbledore gives me each month wouldn't even cover the cost of my experiments."
Surveying his haul, Blake's attention was drawn to the most valuable reward: the golden treasure chest. "This must have come from Snape's heartbreak," he realized, amused by the irony.
The chest had boosted his potion-making mastery to the max. The other rewards were decent too—he even received 500 grams of unicorn horn fragments, an extremely rare and valuable resource in potion-making.
Now, Blake's eyes fell on the diamond treasure chest. This one had appeared after Snape blocked his Legilimency. Without hesitation, he opened it, knowing he had already used up his last bit of luck potion during his study of Nagini's soul.
[Ding! The diamond treasure chest is being opened for the host!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a collection of otherworldly basic alchemy formulas!]
[Ding! The system detects that the reward differs too much from the host's world!]
[Ding! Assimilating the formula to suit the host's world!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a collection of special potion formulas!]
Blake watched as a thick, thread-bound book materialized in his hands. Its cover was plain, giving the impression of a manuscript rather than a formal textbook. Curious, Blake flipped it open, and his eyes widened as he skimmed the contents.
*Rejuvenation Potion* (originally the Rejuvenation Pill): Makes the drinker ten years younger in physical condition. Usable only once in a lifetime. Best results when taken at age 30.
*Ding Yan Potion* (formerly Ding Yan Pill): Locks the drinker's appearance at the age when consumed. A second potion can be taken to reverse the effect. Best taken at one's most beautiful moment after adulthood.
*Shaping Potion* (formerly Changing Pill): Can alter the form of magical creatures.
*Magic-Replenishing Potion* (formerly Qi-Replenishing Pill): Quickly restores stamina and magical energy.
*Drunken Dreams Potion* (formerly Zuishengmengshidan): Causes the drinker to experience their most desired dream.
Blake's excitement grew as he read through the recipes. These weren't just ordinary potion formulas—they seemed to come from a world where immortality and extreme longevity were the norm. Though these were basic formulas from that other world, they held immense value in this one.
"I can definitely brew these!" Blake thought, his potion-making proficiency already maxed out thanks to the golden treasure chest. He realized that each of these potions had the potential to earn him treasure chests overflowing with wealth and emotion.
In both the Muggle and wizarding worlds, the demand for such potions would be immense, especially among women. "Potions for youth, beauty, and energy?" Blake smirked. "I'll be swimming in treasure chests."
The Rejuvenation Potion, for instance, didn't need to be used at full strength. By diluting it to make the drinker only one or two years younger, he could create a product that middle-aged witches would go crazy over. The Ding Yan Potion, locking a person's appearance at their peak, would be even more in demand.
Blake could already picture the countless treasure chests he'd receive in exchange for these potions. However, there was one catch—people needed to know that he was the one who made the potions. Otherwise, they wouldn't generate treasure chests for him.
"It's time to show off my potion-making skills," Blake muttered, flipping through the book again. His eyes stopped on the page for the Shaping Potion, and a bold idea sparked in his mind. He didn't have all the materials yet, but it wouldn't be long before he did.
"What are you doing here again?" Snape's cold voice cut through the air, glaring at Blake. "I don't want to see you right now."
Blake didn't waste time on pleasantries. "Professor Snape, I'm here to negotiate a deal."
"I don't want to trade with you."
"I'm sorry about spying on your thoughts," Blake admitted, knowing it wouldn't be enough to ease Snape's anger. Snape's icy stare remained fixed on him, and for a moment, Blake wondered if he might be slapped.
"But I understand what you're going through, Professor," Blake continued. "And I have a way to help you."
Snape gritted his teeth, clearly torn between throwing Blake out and hearing him out. "What do you want?"
Blake held up a small glass bottle, its contents a dark blue liquid that shimmered like a gemstone. Even though Snape resented Blake, he couldn't help but be drawn to the potion.
"This," Blake said, "is called Drunken Dreams. After you drink it, you'll experience the dream you most desire."
Snape sneered. "Why would I drink a potion you made?"
Blake didn't respond, simply holding the bottle up for Snape to examine. The longer Snape looked at it, the more he felt an inexplicable pull toward the potion. It was as if the more he resisted, the stronger the desire to drink it became. He knew he should refuse—every instinct screamed at him not to trust Blake—but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the bottle.
Blake watched with a mix of satisfaction and fascination as Snape's resolve weakened. The passive effects of the Drunken Dreams Potion were clearly working. The more a person desired something, the stronger the potion's pull. For Snape, it was like seeing a vision of Lily, his most cherished memory, right before his eyes. There was no way he could resist.
Finally, with a sharp motion, Snape snatched the bottle from Blake's hand. Without another word, he unscrewed the cap and downed the potion in one swift gulp.
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