Prologue: Part 4 - The time-travel experiment
I wake up on the couch, sore from the aftereffects of what the wild magic did to me. The rain still continued on in torrents outside the window. Glancing over at the table, I spotted the limestone. I gave a slight chuckle at the hilarity of the situation, then stood up to retrieve the stone which could have cost me my life.
I had felt a freezing sensation bite at me in my sleep, I knew I had been on my deathbed several times during the entire night but I had been saved, quite a number of times as well. It was the wild magic that saved and almost killed me. I could feel it crush and break every ventricle and bone within my body but restore it in half the time. I now feel weaker but stronger than before.
Funny how the Dark Lord, the deatheaters, and the order all want me dead but it was a piece of rock that almost succeeded in finishing the job. Examining the stone I realized that it was not a stone at all. Usually a limestone would consist of sedimentary rock with minerals that were formed from marine life. But what I am currently holding is pure mineral, definitely worth much more than a galleon. I could also almost see the traces of fusulinids within this... mineral.
I somehow feel regretful to be using this for a simple experiment. I take out the book and turn to the page with the diagram or should I say - transmigration circle.
Pushing back all the furniture and clearing out the floor, I used the ink from my refilling ink bottle to imitate the formation illustrated in the book. After finishing a complete copy of the diagram, I take out the items I had set aside and positioned them according to the written instructions on the following page.
The base of the formation was David's star. There were 6 materials placed on each tip, and the rest will be brewed accordingly into three batches set out within the upright triangle. Therefore I need three cauldrons.
Rummaging through all of my bags, I only found 2 cauldrons. One had been slightly damaged (the reason why I bought another one). This wont do. After all, I couldn't use a bowl or a water bag to brew potions, now can I?
Walking around the tiny cottage, I looked for the kitchen. I was not very familiar with it but I knew it should have a stove; however, I found nothing. The cottage only had three rooms. The living room, bedroom, and washroom. I fell back on the couch, I knew it was hopeless - and cold.
Looking over to the fireplace. . . hold on, a fireplace. I darted over and ransacked the area in close proximity to the fireplace for a cauldron. After 10 minutes I found it, It had been filled with shabby trinkets, threadbare rags, and decomposing leather, hence I didn't recognize it.
Disposing all of the worthless items into a corner, I cast a scourgify on the cauldron and placed each of the cauldrons on their designated position as instructed, on the diagram.
I returned all my attention to the book and scanned the directions of the concoction formula; to say the least I was appalled at the number of procedures that were just downright obsolete. There are much more efficient methods available than what was written; . . . however, the author did seem to have lived in a somewhat ancient era.
I spent thirty minutes modifying and redrafting the entire procedure. By simplifying a few processes and substituting some techniques with their improved counterparts, the final result was a whole 1.3 days shorter. In short, I could finish brewing everything within 9 hours. Uncle Sev would be proud.
Setting the book on the table, a foot away from the formation. I took out all the materials and ingredients needed. It is time to begin brewing some taboo concoctions.
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'Two pinches of minced edamame
Stir counterclockwise three times
Simmer for two hours
The final result has a deep sea aquamarine colour'
finished.
I did it. I-
*groooowwwwwwwlll*
I'm famished, my stomach is growling. I wonder if I have any rations left. Checking my belongings for any biscuits or bread, I found none. Guess its time to do it the savage way. . . *sigh* I hate hunting, it's servant's work.
Laying out more protective charms and a stasis spell that would activate if the potion goes even a degree off of what it is supposed to be. I packed what I could and left the cottage to go find a wild boar or something.
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It's strange. I have been roaming the mountain forest for over an hour now, but there have been no signs of animals except for the flock of birds that would fly-by, hundreds of feet above ground. It's not even autumn yet, so hibernation is out of question.
Something is definitely wrong here. Why would all the animals hide or. . . they didn't hide. They fled, but from what?
My eyes went wide at the prospect of what I thought of. No way. Impossible! They couldn't have found me this quick! But. . . that would explain the behavior of the animals. Casting a wandless disillusionment charm and a masking spell on myself; I focused on my surroundings and once more- wandlessly cast Homenum Revelio.
My magic reserves are depleting fast, but without doing so, I doubt I would survive.
They're here. More of them. 3. . . 4. . . no 6 of them. 4 wolves and 2 death eaters. Just over 10 meters away from the cottage. Oh bollocks, how did I get so sodding careless. I practically gift wrapped our only hope to win this war, and handed it over on a silver platter to those death eaters! What is wrong with me?!
I have to get to it and finish working on the concoctions and spells, wait no, that's wrong. Why do I want to complete that spell and potion formation anyway? I'm not even in a safe area, usually I would only scan its contents and focus brewing shorter and when I have the time; brew more useful potions vital to my survival. Why would I- ?
. . . of course.
I focused on my occulumency, to search for what I think it is; Not before long, I had found it. A strong and silent compulsion charm, created from oldé magic. I got used to my occulumency blocking every simple mind spell, that I let my guard down. Banishing it from my mind, I felt my comprehension and common sense clear up.
When did it latch onto my mind? Was it a slow acting parasitic compulsion charm that acts on you when you simply take hold of the book? Or did it activate when I broke the sealing charm that was cast onto it? I suddenly didn't know a lot of things but what I do know is that I have to lead them away from that spell formation.
I need them all to focus on me, but how? If I alarm them of my presence and at least once of them has a brain, they would definitely know that something's up and split up . . . but that will only happen if it's a regular wizard like me. I need to become someone, high rank.
If its someone that the dark lord wants dead so badly then they might be stupid enough to all go after me, aiming for the glory of being the one to kill that person. Granger? no. Weasley? I doubt it. Longbottom? the only thing that idiot has is luck and bravery. Like one other Griffindor who . . .!
Potter!? coming back from the dead. Yes, I could stage that. I also have a bit of his dried blood left over in the bottle. I also have a small amount of instant polyjuice potion left over from when I used it to sneak into the dark lord's castle.
((What?- What did you think I did to sneak into the castle? Expecting that they would not spot and recognize me when infiltrating their base is pure wishful thinking. I knocked out one subordinate of theirs who was roaming around alone and used a lock of his hair for the potion.
The only person who would ever attempt to just run in without preparation and have a chance at coming out alive is the boy who lived; never-mind his actual living substitute, I still have no idea how longbottom is able to survive this long. That boy doesn't suit the battlefield, if anything he should go live in a garden. I've seen and recognized his talent with plants, it is regretful that it may never be known to the world.))
Just one look at his face is enough for them to recognize that it's the face of the blood traitor and ultimate nemesis of-. . . wait, a traitor?. . . Aren't I the only traitor the dark ligger failed to kill? Ah. . . It seems my brain still isn't functioning properly.
Yes, my face would be enough to agitate those death eaters into mindless dunces. '*sigh* what was I thinking, the amount of polyjuice leftover wouldn't even be enough for 5 minutes. let alone the approximate minimum amount of time I need, to distract those imbeciles- which is 20 minutes.'
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