Hogwarts: Starting with the creation of the One Ring

"Just now the potion has become a semi-finished product, which proves that your material choice is not wrong, but the fryer at the end means that the balance of the various materials is destroyed at the last moment."

Snape thought for a moment and spoke his mind to Altaïr.

"Maybe it's the lack of a key material that keeps all the materials in balance, or maybe it's that the ratio of the materials isn't right, and it takes a lot of experimentation... Perhaps there are both possibilities. "

Altaïr spread out his hands, he took out a notebook and began to record his experimental data on it.

"This notebook may later be named Altaïr's experimental notes, and then taken away by another guy."

Altaïr inexplicably had this idea in his heart, he smiled, and continued to start the refining of a new potion potion.

Snape watched Altaïr experiment over there, with a very complicated expression on his face.

Anticipation, fear, apprehension, and even a hint of madness.

Snape suddenly spoke, and asked in a somewhat hoarse voice:

"If it works, what are you going to call it?"

Altaïr thought for a moment and replied:

"Elixir potion... What do you think? "

"Elix potion..."

Snape muttered in a low voice and did not answer.

He didn't know if he was right or wrong, but he really wanted to be able to stay the way he was.

"If this potion were researched, I might drink a bottle every day."

Snape thought silently, he had just smelled the strange fragrance of the potion, and in a trance, he seemed to return to his youth, to the time when he and Lily Evans were two little guesses.

Altaïr sensed that Snape's mood was a little strange, he looked up at the other party, and saw that Snape's eyes were full of reminiscence, and knew that he must be thinking about Harry's mother.

"If someone can resurrect Lily, even if it is a bad person, Snape should not hesitate to choose to do things for him, right?"

Altaïr was slightly startled, and suddenly remembered this matter.

Judging from the necromancer talent he inherited, Sauron in his perfect state really has the power to bring people back from the dead.

"But if Sauron can do that, that means I can too..."

Altaïr took a deep look at Snape and continued to get busy.

The days went by slowly.

Altaïr attended classes normally every morning, studied with Gandalf in the afternoon, and then went to Snape's to refine the medicine.

After more than twenty days and nearly two hundred failures, Altaïr finally refined the Eris potion perfectly.

Snape was the first to try the potion, and after drinking the Eris potion, Snape cried and laughed for nearly an hour.

When he finally came to his senses, he was silent for two minutes, then picked up another bottle of potion and drank it.

Seeing Snape's performance, Altaïr knew he had succeeded.

Although the Elixir Potion is not poison, it has a crazy effect.

Then he checked the system, and sure enough, the Eris potion was counted as an evil potion, and as long as he could spread this potion, his main quest completion progress could be increased by one.

However, Altaïr has no plans to promote it for the time being, and he still needs a chance.

Fudge is a good use of it.

During this time, Fudge can be said to be in the limelight, since he changed his previous style and drastically reformed, the entire Ministry of Magic has been under Fudge's control.

Coupled with Fudge's control of the Daily Prophet, he asked the editor-in-chief to publish two brainwashed articles when he had nothing to do.

Now wizards in the British wizarding world mention Fudge, most of them will give a thumbs up and say iron-blooded Fudge.

As for the wizarding world, these twenty days are still very subdued, but Gandalf's deterrent power is also slowly weakening, and under the surging tide, many dark wizards can't bear it.

Gandalf also had plans to leave these days, but he was a little reluctant to Altaïr, because this child was the most talented wizard he had ever met.

He even had a feeling that if he continued to teach it like this, Altaïr could become a truly comparable existence to Maia!

It's just incredible!

That's why Gandalf dragged on, but it was time to leave. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

This morning, the Daily Prophet reported that someone had found the Witch King of Angmar in Northern Europe, and it was said that hundreds of dark wizards had gathered under his command and did not know what to plan again.

Gandalf felt that he should go and see that the Witch King of Angmar, as the most powerful Ringling under Sauron and his most faithful servant, was still very jealous of him.

In the afternoon, Altaïr came to his own classroom.

Gandalf, as usual, finished his lesson and told him about leaving.

"You're leaving?"

Altaïr was stunned, and after nearly a month of getting along, Altaïr also had some different feelings for Gandalf.

Gandalf was a man worthy of respect, not only great strength and profound wisdom, but also human love and compassion.

This is also the most essential difference between him and Saruman.

"Yes, after cultivating for so long, I should also go about my thing."

Gandalf looked at Altaïr lovingly and reached out to touch his head.

"Altaïr, your talent is very good, I am not worried about your future achievements, but I hope that you can always maintain your innocence and kindness."

"Dumbledore said to me, you once said a sentence [It doesn't matter what human power is, what matters is what kind of choice you make. 】"

"I hope that if one day, when the choice is in front of you, you can make the most correct decision."

Gandalf said seriously.

"I will, Mr. Gandalf."

Altaïr nodded, and Gandalf smiled kindly, and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden stick.

"Dumbledore said that your wand can only barely adapt to your strength, I used to travel a lot, I have no long things, there is nothing to give you, this stick will be given to you, it should be a good wand material."

Gandalf doesn't need a wand, but he also knows how important wands are to wizards in this world, so he chooses to give Altaïr this gift.

"This is the branch of the Tree of Darkness, it was me many years ago... It's been too long, probably more than a thousand years ago, in Mordor. "

Gandalf stroked this branch and said with emotion:

"This tree has special roots, it survived the eruption of the Doomsday volcano, absorbed the dark light of Baladur, was eroded by Sauron's power, and finally turned into a dark tree."

"I have kept it for thousands of years, in which Sauron's will has been cleared by me, and you can use it as your wand."

Gandalf handed the branch to Altaïr, who took it carefully, and felt an inexplicable familiar force.

This sense of familiarity gave him the illusion of destiny, as if this branch was born to be his wand.