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Chapitre 428: Chapter 428 The Possibility of Secularization of Potions

It was followed by a long list of 'for example'.

Felix reckoned that anyone in their right mind would be tempted by one or two of the contents mentioned on it, provided it actually worked out.

At the bottom of the flyer, there is a crude map.

Felix's curiosity got heavier. The person who handed him the flyer was obviously an ordinary person but was it a mere coincidence that he got approached straight away? He thought it is probably some dark wizards who fishing for a suitable target - like occult nerds - in the name of magic. And to find out what exactly they are doing, he decided to visit them.

Felix followed the directions on the flyer through the out-of-the-way streets. The hand-drawn map featured a lot of cryptic signposts drawn on the corners of each street, which required a bit of thought.

Felix stood in front of a wall, staring at the graffiti on it, gauging it for a while with the help of dim street lights, and then he turned to the left, following the directions of the large rat holding a vertical sign on the graffiti.

There are no more lights here, the stores on both sides of the street are dilapidated, there is lots of discarded rubbish piled up on the corner, the only light left on kept flickering, combined with the whimpering cold wind, it felt like a horror film shooting spot.

But if Felix wanted to, he could construct the most realistic horror there is or the opposite of that as well.

'Along the way, there were three people sizing me up in the shadows, no signs of magic, and the malice in their emotions wasn't really strong ... just figuring out my worth?' Felix walked slowly, since it had nothing to do with magic, nor a certain dark wizard fishing, his interest at the end of the path quickly diminished, so he occasionally paused to admire the graffiti on the walls along the way.

If he had to describe it, he would say that this place is a dead part of the City of London, forgotten by the City Hall, ignored during several city planning cycles, and finally become a paradise for feral cats and dogs, as well as a favourite place for those 'rebellious teenagers'.

A few minutes later.

Felix pushed open a dilapidated door and walked in with confidence, the rudimentary map on the flyer had long since lost its usefulness, the reason why he could find this place, one because of the movement of people here, and the second because of the entrance is painted with a magic array that looks quite exquisite.

Looking at the windows and the mottled signboard at the entrance, this should have been a clothing store before. But the signboard with graffiti-style font reads 'House of Magic'.

Felix was 99% convinced that no wizard group would do this kind of thing, this place looked more like a place that was created based on some occult enthusiasts' imagination of how a hidden wizard society would look like.

No wonder he was tricked ...

At that moment, two sturdy, burly men approached him, and at a glance, he was sure that they were the type of men who are more adept at communicating with their fists. Felix sighed, and a silver glint flashed in his eyes then followed, "Bang!" "Bang!" Two sounds, they fell to the ground without saying a word.

After a few minutes, the few people who had rushed over to help also failed to get away.

Felix searched the abandoned shack, and the thick layer of dust that had accumulated inside indicated that the original owner had left the premises for quite a while. His expression turned into one of disappointment.

"A robbery gang ... Oh, Kidnapping and Blackmail to boot?"

This was the information Felix had gotten from the minds of these men, and it was a double blow, especially when he learned that the flyers had come from a nearby dumpster.

The truth of the situation goes off the rails -

This had been the secret base for a society of occult enthusiasts, and probably due to the approaching winter, or other reasons they had disbanded, the leaflets were casually thrown into a nearby dumpster, which happened to be utilized by these passing mugging mobs: they found familiar words on the leaflets (faint, giddy, waking up not knowing where they were... ...) and agreed that the description fit the effects of a certain 'good stuff', so they highlighted the phrase as an unspoken code word on the street to attract people in need.

This includes the hint that Felix got when he talked to the crackhead. Unfortunately, Felix wasn't someone that got attracted to 'good stuff', instead he just got drawn by the word 'magic' on the flyer, so the gang ran out of luck.

"Thanks to this, and the two occult symbols at the door, I got a little excited for a moment." Felix said with discontent, feeling like he had wasted his time completely when he should have been in the warmth of his office at Hogwarts right now.

"What's the emergency alert number again ...999?"

Felix suddenly heard footsteps appear from a distance, which stopped just outside the door.

"Is someone here?" A young voice asked.

Felix blinked, as he pulled the door open a little, and lowered his head, as he met a pair of gray eyes. The owner of the eyes stared at him blankly, holding a flyer in one hand and a wooden cane in the other.

Judging simply by his clothes, Felix reckoned that this man is not part of the gang from before - and probably he is the one who looks scarier to the other side, as evidenced by the constantly shaking hand.

"Is something wrong?" Felix grunted from the back of his throat.

He wanted to get rid of the man in front of him as soon as possible and make an anonymous police call ... Well, maybe he could put it off until tomorrow morning, he heard that sleeping on the floor is good for your back.

"Hello, is this the House of Magic?" The visitor asked cautiously, the trembling hand raised the leaflet in his hand, and when Felix shifted his eyes from the leaflet to the wooden cane, the hand holding the cane immediately disappeared in front of him, and unless Felix poked his head out, it certainly would not be visible through the wall.

The visitor smiled awkwardly.

"What's your problem?" Felix asked again with a sour look on his face as he raised his volume.

"I, uh ... I came across the flyer that said you will be able to grant my wish ..."

Felix froze, looked back at the ruins of the house and the outlaws who were sleeping like dead pigs on the floor, and said back sincerely, "You're lucky."

"So, it's true?" The voice asked excitedly

Felix saw a pair of hopeful eyes, so he smacked his lips and his attitude became slightly more serious: "So? I suggest you finish your sentence all at once ..."

A trembling hand was held in front of him. "I ... I am Pianist-- was a, because of the accident my hand was injured, I wish I could play the piano again."

Felix sized up the uninvited guest in front of him, In this era, this is sentenced as impossible by science, so he sought the help of, or hoped that the occult could help?

Honestly, he didn't think it would be a smart thing to do. Most wizards consciously abide by the Statute of Secrecy and seldom deal with ordinary people. The few exceptions won't have any scruples, as dark wizards accounted for the majority of them.

But this sudden visitor in front of him made things intriguing, and perhaps it would become a memorable day. Felix thought.

So he said, "Your wish isn't impossible ... but this magic stuff, as you can guess, is expensive ..." he said in a deliberately overtly mercenary tone.

"I brought money," the man said hastily, adding cautiously to avoid making himself look like an easy target, "I only brought a third of it, and if you really can fulfil my ... wish, I'll pay you the rest ."

"Money is useless to me, for wizards, there are many things you have worth more than money--" Felix said in a low voice.

"You want my eyes!?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I hate these kinds of horror plots, full of unwarranted assumptions ... I have my own, with one more than you." He grinned abruptly while pointing toward his forehead, a blue light bloomed from the middle of his forehead, and in the layer of blue light, an eye slowly opened.

"Ah...!"

To Felix's surprise, after screaming, the uninvited guest's eyes widened, and instead of fleeing halfway, he excitedly kept asking: "What price do I have to pay, soul? Health? Looks? Life expectancy?"

"I'm not acquainted with demons." Felix muttered, and after a moment's hesitation he said, "Come in."

When he turned around, an eerie silver glow silently covered the entire room. The ruins of the room, piles of outlaws disappeared before his eyes, the dusty floor turned new with a red carpet, broken stones and glass shards flew to the ceiling and turned into small orange chandeliers, the outlaws turned into green potted plants and got dumped in the corner.

The tattered chairs turned new, the backs of the chairs kept lengthening and raising, two pieces of clothes quickly wrapped around the chairs, turning them into two armrests, and several clothes hangers propped together to create a semicircular, dark-coloured item...

When the strange visitor came in, he saw a small recital hall with a piano standing in the center. On the opposite side of the piano is an audience space with only one seat, occupying the best position.

"Is this, uh, a wizard who also likes to listen to music?"

"Haha!" Felix laughed and sat down in that chair - a black cloak abruptly draped over him, the room lit up, but his face remained elusive, with only two silver glows emanating from his hood, as Felix said in a low, raspy voice: "Ready to make a deal with a wizard? "

"What do you need, Mr. Wizard?"

"A memory, your best, fondest memory."

The man froze and said hesitantly, "I don't even know what my best memory myself is, it's nothing but pain for the past six months ..."

"It's okay, your heart will tell me the answer. So ... The deal is made?" Felix asked, he inwardly felt he should have prepared a pair of bat wings and arrow-shaped tail in advance for this kind of situation.

But when he thought of the wings ...

Felix's mind wandered off abruptly, and he thought of a great idea, maybe he could create a whole new flight-type runic artefact, in the form of flying wings. He always felt a little silly about sitting on a broom, well, no need to rush for now, let's go back and think about it before sharing it with Remus.

"... Mr. Wizard? Do I need to sign something?"

"What do you mean?"

"Some kind of contract or something, the kind that demons ... I mean, wizards and ordinary people sign."

"No need, do you think I need to worry about you reneging?" Felix leaned back in his chair and said carelessly.

...

A crystal clear piano sound resounded, the first few notes were somewhat raw, an effect of the injured hand, but soon the tune became coherent and melodious, and Felix half-squinted his eyes, tapping the beat gently. It didn't take him long to frown, the style of the tune in front of him changed completely at once, the song which felt like a calm and lonely moonlight suddenly became a high-pitched and rousing battle tune, after just listening to two lines, the next second it became a surging stream, a low and solemn cry...

This is no longer music, but noise.

Then the 'client' began to play some happy tunes, especially after realizing what his happiest memory is, he has begun to put his whole heart and soul into the music because after tonight this happiness will be lost forever ...

Felix felt a pure radiant joy, from the ability he learned from the dementor, he could easily detect and distinguish these emotions, a golden vortex seems to have formed in the room, constantly expanding outward. Felix drew his wand out, twirling it gently, to collect the overflowing emotions in the room.

As the magic mixed with this precious emotion, a drop of golden liquid was formed.

His fingertips pulsed to the beat of the keys until the moon was covered by clouds and the whistling wind interrupted the sound of the instrument.

"Have a cup of tea, your hands are starting to shake from the cold." Felix said as a cup floated slowly to the piano, the liquid in it formed a golden ripple.

"It's not shaking due to cold, it was because of ... What kind of tea is this? It tastes strange..."

Felix stood up and straightened his back, "Your music is unforgettable, I hope to have the opportunity to listen to your official performance. So ... the House of Magic is going to say goodbye to you, have a good day." He waved his hand, and the person opposite to him flew out of the room as if he had no weight.

"Bang", the door closed tightly.

"Oh, Mr. Wizard, you know that's not possible ... Mr. Wizard? You haven't cured me yet, where can I find you ... Oh my God, the shop is gone! Did you do it, Mr. Wizard ..."

Early in the next morning.

The shack, which had been full of miracles at night, got mobbed by water, as the two policemen led a group of outlaws, who had been floating on the cold water throughout the night, their faces looked sickly.

In the crowd, a figure kept bouncing to look inside.

"What's going on there? Did he get arrested, is that wizard in the front - Huh? Who are they!"

A person who came early said, "It is said to be a very cunning group of outlaws, previously they have been roaming around Surrey committing crimes, and I heard that they were spotted by a young man who came to graffiti early in the morning, so he secretly reported it to the police."

"Is that so ..." the man remained silent for a moment, then he abruptly raised his hand and constantly showed it off to that man, "Uncle, look at my hand, is it shaking or not?"

"Are you making fun of me!?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just too happy!"

...

In Hogwarts, the ancient runes' office, Felix is talking with Lupin through the communication mirror.

"Just these two things, one is the flying wings; Flying wings or name it however you want, I will make a prototype in the near future, you guys need to find out how to improve and simplify it."

"The second thing is the study of secularization of potions, this is not urgent, just compile a list of potions that you think is possible for the time being."

"Secularization?"

"It is about making magical potions that can be used even by ordinary people."

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Chapitre 429: Chapter 429 The Professor Tea Party

"Effective and potent potions require the involvement of a wand; not those silly, constant waving of the wand, just a gentle flick at a crucial time is enough to bring a marvellous change in the ingredients within the crucible ..."

"Therefore, Muggles are unable to appreciate this wonderful process, and so are the Squibs." Snape said slowly.

On the weekend after the first week of school, Professor Flitwick hosted an afternoon tea party under the pretext of celebrating Professor Moody's recovery, although it seemed like something that the tough-minded former Auror didn't need as far as Felix could see.

Moody ate his own food that he had brought, without touching the fine delicacies on the table.

When he showed up, it marked the end of Snape's short week of substitution, so he looked cold when Felix asked about the potions.

Snape sat on a soft couch and spoke slowly about what he had just said: "We can't rule out the following: some simple potions can produce spontaneous effects even without the involvement of a wand or the delicate manipulation of magic, but that's something closer to stimulating the properties that the potion material originally possessed, and in the eyes of someone who really knows about potions, it's merely a simple half-finished product."

Felix understood, he gifted Filch a pet supplement potion recipe, it is exactly the case - no wand needed, the main material is dragon blood, as for those auxiliary ingredients, they are merely functioning as a stimulus and moderating the properties of dragon blood.

For wizards, the effect of some potions is similar to spells, so they will choose which one to use based on their preferences. In other words, they will choose what they feel is the most effective or easiest option based on their needs.

Perhaps money is also an important consideration.

For example, the Cheering Charm and the Elixir to Induce Euphoria are often substituted with each other. The Cheering Charm is taught in the third grade, while the Elixir to Induce Euphoria is only taught in the sixth grade in the Advanced Potions class, but if you ignore this seemingly insignificant lesson in school, it's not easy to learn the Cheering Charm on your own, especially since a lousy Cheering Charm can produce things like hysterics and uncontrollable laughter as a side effect.

In this case, most wizards would choose to buy an Elixir to Induce Euphoria from the apothecary.

Flitwick waved his wand, causing an enamelled teapot to bend over and fill the cup in front of him, "I've heard that some wizards choose to use magical rituals instead of wands when brewing potions, is that correct, Severus?"

"And there's also constant duplication with spells ...," Snape said, " This usually happened in medieval times, when some superficial wizards couldn't harness their own magic, they naturally couldn't channel and manipulate it finely -- They're not much different from Squibs, so they choose this path."

Felix muttered, "I think I've read something like that somewhere."

" I guess, it's a fairy tale from muggles? There were indeed some wizards who weren't discreet enough, then they got caught and burned to death at the stake." Snape glanced at him and said.

"That happened quite a long time ago, and I think it would be best if we talked about something else," Professor McGonagall said uneasily, as she turned to the side, "Professor Moody, are you going to resume your classes next Monday?"

"It's dragged on long enough," Moody said as he tore off a bland-looking piece of chicken, "I planned to sort out all my troubles over the holidays and start my classes like usual, but Professor Hap insisted on a final round of inspections ... "

"Hasn't your memory been restored already?" Professor McGonagall asked him, but her eyes went to Felix.

"Voldemort's methods are rough, and Professor Moody has lost more memories than I initially predicted, probably because Voldemort's soul is tainted with dark magic to the core?" Felix said softly.

"At least I haven't turned into an idiot, have I?" Moody said gruffly, letting out a short, and loud laughter, as he reached out his oily hand for the cup on the table, and paused as if electrocuted the moment his fingertips touched the cup.

Then silently he took off the flask at his waist and gulped it down. After drinking, he said in a rough breath, "I lost the original one, this one is brand new, from Albus ... he is very considerate in these matters."

'Actually, there are still some influences,' Felix thought to himself, 'not only the memory problem but also his reaction will become slower and his combat power will be greatly reduced.'

What he did during this time was to eliminate as many adverse effects as possible.

Moody gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of chicken and chewed it up while saying carelessly, "Compared to old Barty, This is already considered good for me, his body is deteriorating over the span, and he probably won't last a few years in Azkaban."

" Barty Crouch is locked up?" Flitwick asked pointedly.

Several eyes looked over and Moody said gruffly, "That's right, Kingsley told me, he insisted, he and Fudge talked alone before he was taken to jail-" Seeing the strange looks from the others, he waved his hand rudely, almost punching Flitwick's nose. "Oh - sorry, Professor Flitwick - don't ask me, I don't know what they were talking about. Maybe it had something to do with Voldemort?"

"As for whether Fudge will believe it or not, no one knows." He took another big gulp and said, "The man looks very indecisive, in fact, he is quite paranoid, with wishful thinking. But anyway, he seems to not want to cause too much panic, so he suppressed Barty's incident, now many people think he's retired!"

He grinned, sarcastically.

"I certainly won't support his decision. It's better to give people a heads-up about certain things than let them be ignorant when it can happen any time-"

"Professor Moody," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "you, uh, you're not trying to do something to the little wizard, are you? Some previous practices ..." she hurriedly cleared her throat, looking embarrassed.

"Are you trying to say what I did before? Some lessons weren't mine, but they certainly suited my taste--" Moody gave a short laugh and said with a grim smile, "He did a pretty good imitation, I have taught him before for some time, so I am certain that is partially why."

The others stared at Moody blankly.

Moody smiled broadly and said, "Old Barty wanted to train his son to be an Auror, and he trained along with all those Auror candidates since fourth grade, longer than the average Auror, and by the time he graduated, he was way ahead of the pack."

"I remember he obtained twelve certificates," Flitwick said. "Since I've been teaching, only a handful of people have got that honour."

"I'm not talking about those paper grades, it's about the collective assessment of the Aurors, and I taught him for a while - the part about scouting and setting up traps, back then everyone believed young Crouch would grow up to be a great Auror and take over his old man's position!"

Everyone felt slightly uncomfortable. The better Barty Crouch Jr. did during his school years, the more it contrasted sharply with his later performance; he chose to become a Death Eater instead of an Auror.

Flitwick changed the subject and said, "Felix, you gave me a great gift, I have read it, and I have to say, some African gesture casting is very good and can be used as an auxiliary means, I am already prepared to add it as part of the bright side of the lesson."

Felix smiled and said, "I've asked a few friends to recommend a list of books to me ..."

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "Uagadou's teaching style is very different from Hogwarts, they will determine the direction of study very early on, so they are able to divide and separate many advanced contents and integrate them into the lower grades, but Hogwarts is different, only a small percentage of students will truly choose Transfiguration in the sixth year. "

"What about the Self-Transfiguration part? Maybe it could be incorporated into your Transfiguration Club for those who have prior knowledge?" Felix suggested.

"That would indeed be a good way to start," Professor McGonagall said, "My club only takes in sixth and seventh-year students who have gone through the OWLs and acquired many techniques already, like the 'prior knowledge' you mentioned '?"

She then uttered an argumentative statement, "But the knowledge of transfiguration that circulated in Uagadou is not exactly widespread out here; Also if you are interested in African elephant transfiguration, which is common there, you probably will just turn into a malnourished, skinny elephant if your precondition is not adequate. Considering from this point of view, it is not as good as Animagus."

Felix also stated with an approving look, "Animagus has a certain randomness after all, which is related to the psychological state of each wizard, so if you turn into a snail, you might as well choose an African elephant."

Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly: "Felix, you didn't learn Animagus in secret, did you?"

"How is it possible," Felix bristled, "If you are a wizard who is interested in mastering shapeshifting, you can still experience the mystery of shapeshifting in transfiguration, for example, to me ... Transfiguration magic is cost-effective. "

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