Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 119 Brewing Glory
The second basement of the Ministry of Magic, the examination room of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.

Wallace Knott looked through the one-way mirror at the calm Mr. Stuart in the white interrogation room.

Mr. Stuart is answering the questions of the Ministry of Magic Commissioner carefully and carefully with the help of his magic consultant lawyer Romond Weasley, without any panic at all.

Wallace looked at the Auror beside him, and said in a grim tone, "Didn't you find any prohibited items on him? He is so 'rich', why doesn't he buy himself a magic item or two?"

The Auror's eyes were dark, "No, the situation was out of control at that time, everyone was watching, I had no chance to put something on him, I could only wait for the Weasleys to come."

"Trash!" Wallace shouted in a low voice.

"What about the others? Why didn't you find a large exchange ticket on him? Did he really just go to 'visit' Gringotts?"

The Auror lowered his head, and didn't grab the large-value redemption ticket on the spot, as if he lacked some persuasiveness.

Lucius turned the magic wand inlaid with mithril in his hand, and said to his cousin beside him, "Don't be impatient, we have got the exchange account of Gringotts, and now the most important thing is to start the judicial review as soon as possible, just in case, before the headmaster returns."

Wallace nodded, and said in a low voice, "Our people are ready. In two days, we will be able to enter the trial with special regulations that endanger the social security of wizards."

"Two days?"

Lucius nodded after thinking for a while. The annual regular meeting of the great wizards is a closed meeting, because this will determine the future of the wizarding world, so in order to avoid the interference of prophecies, the discussions are usually closed for three days.

"Can you go faster?"

While Lucius was speaking, Mr. Weasley and his wife came over and shouted at Lucius angrily, "Mr. Stuart is innocent, you are persecuting Muggles!"

Lucius raised his head and spoke contemptuously, "I don't know if you are innocent or not, but Mr. Weasley, you used unknown funds to set up a company and caused market chaos in the wizard broom industry. This is not a small crime."

"You nonsense!" Mr. Weasley's face was as red as his hair, but he obviously couldn't beat Lucius in the battle of words.

"You will not succeed!"

Mrs. Weasley stood in front of her husband and said aggressively.

"It's not that 'we' succeeded." Under Lucius' platinum back, his cold gray-blue eyes were smiling, "All of this depends on the judgment of the arbitral tribunal."

He seemed to know the truth that too many words would lead to mistakes, so after saying this, he turned and left with his cousin.

······
"What's going on? Why are you so anxious to be recognized by the International Federation of Wizards and Potions?"

Snape looked at Allen with burning eyes.

In his eyes, this student has always been so scheming and awe-inspiring, he can even find all the advantages of Slytherin in the other party except for his blood.

He used to be a Death Eater, and he also worshiped the famous Dark Lord, but he can guarantee that the Dark Lord will never be able to reach the level of the student in front of him in the first grade.

Whether it is ambition, calculation, or magic.

"My father was arrested by a pure-blood family for abusing the pound. I need a voice and supporters."

Allen calmly explained the current state in one sentence.

The supporters in his mouth are not only the lower class people. Those two majestic articles can accumulate a lot of voices for him, but they need absolute authority to help him define them.

Let this voice be valued by the upper echelon, just like a pile of dynamite needs a fuse.

Dumbledore could have been perfect for this role, but now it seems that the enemy is well prepared.

Snape was silent for three or four seconds, "So you want to enter the field of vision of the International Federation of Wizards and Potions through improving Wolfsbane potion, and even win the Order of Merlin in one fell swoop?"

Although the expression on his face remained unchanged, he was greatly shocked in his heart.

If the International Association of Wizards and Potions really agrees with the improved version of Wolfsbane potion, then Allen will definitely be trained by the high-level as the next potions master, and the influence of this association, just a little bit, is enough to help Allen offset all the pressure from pure blood.

Then he improved wolfbane potion...

Snape's black pupils shrank slightly. If this was planned by Allen early on, then the student in front of him would be too scary. It was so scary that he even felt suffocated when facing the young Dark Lord, no, ten times the young Dark Lord!

Otherwise, if he chose so many improved potions, why would he choose Wolfsbane potion, which is the most valued by the International Association of Wizards and Potions?

The Wolfsbane Potion is valued for two reasons.

On the one hand, werewolf wizards have suffered a lot, and wolf poison potion can be said to have greatly promoted the stability of wizard society.

On the other hand, secret religions are trying to use werewolves to explore Fennir's power, and wizards will certainly not give up the opportunity to obtain Fennir's power.

These two reasons determine that this potion is of great significance.

So after Damcos Burke developed the wolfbane potion, he was immediately awarded the third-class medal of the Knights of Merlin.

Although this medal is a void, it is almost equal to the highest honor in the wizarding world, and there are too many hidden benefits.

For example, at certain times, it has the power to be pardoned.

Allen saw Snape hesitantly turning the wand in his hand subconsciously.

He stared into Snape's eyes and said, "I just want to save my father, does the professor want to put me in Azkaban?"

Well, Snape was speechless for a moment.

He really couldn't put Allen in Azkaban, and he couldn't even refuse Allen's 'help request' now.

As Allen wrote in his letter, if he was pushed to Isis Harrison, Snape felt that he might have to use tranquilizers every night to fall asleep in the future.

Alan Stewart must not fall to the dark side!
Snape took a deep breath, stared into Allen's light green eyes, "Remember your original intention."

Then he put his palm on Allen's shoulder, and the next moment he appeared on a cliff with a dilapidated keg on it.

"Is this the Portkey?"

Allen asked curiously.

The so-called 'portkey' is a tool for wizards to teleport.

"The headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards and Potions is in Norway."

Snape explained briefly, took out a silver pocket watch, corrected the time, and then pulled Alan into the keg.

After a whirlwind, Allen appeared in a huge building inlaid on the edge of a cliff.

Here, you can look out at the canyon eroded by glaciers through the pale yellow stone walls. The bitter cold wind mixed with snow-white frost hits the giant gray windows and is bounced away by the transparent magic barrier.

There are very few wizards here, and most of them have a strong or light potion smell.

And everyone looked hurried and stern. If they were described by Allen, they were more like wizards than the guys outside.

Snape led Alan to the counter, and under the clerk's shocked gaze, he turned to look at Alan, "I hope you won't make a fool of yourself later, I've given you the chance."

Of course, Allen nodded calmly.

Snape took out a special badge from his robe, on which was a golden cauldron, "In the name of Severus Snape, I wish to activate the highest review mechanism of the council."

The highest review mechanism?
The potions masters working around were slightly taken aback. You must know that only those major events that have a real chance to change the progress of potions science can activate this mechanism, and at least one potions master recognized by the association is required to have the opportunity to apply.

Their eyes turned to Snape, and they soon spotted the Potions Prince and the little wizard accompanying him.

The clerk seemed shocked by Snape's words, he was at a loss for a while, as if he wanted to make sure that Snape was serious.

Snape said sullenly, "Am I a joker?"

"Master, please wait a moment, we need three hours to gather five potion masters to carry out the review process."

"I can be one of them, as long as there are four."

"you?"

"Of course." At this moment, a smile finally appeared on Snape's face, and he pointed to Allen beside him, "If he doesn't become stupid in the future, maybe you will witness the birth of a true genius, an unparalleled kind."

The potions masters coming and going in the hall stopped and looked silently at Snape and the boy beside him.

Alan didn't have any stage fright at all. He took a step forward and said loudly, "I am proud of stepping into this hall of glory today, and I hope that this hall of glory will be even more brilliant because of me tomorrow."

Snape's voice sounded in Alan's mind, "Well done apprentice, it seems that you have learned how to brew glory."

······
Three hours later, in a giant circular potion room.

The dome here is very high, and the skylight shines directly from the dome, and the names of famous potion masters are woven with gold threads on the gorgeous blue-gold curtain around it.

The five potion masters looked at Alan standing on the alchemy table, some of their eyes were full of doubts, some of them were full of encouragement, and some of them were full of expectations.

In the end, they all turned their heads to look at the silent Snape. His colleague is not a character who likes to joke.

Horace Slughorn, as Snape's mentor and the instructor of Voldemort's Horcrux creation, he is a real Slytherin, the kind who only values ​​talent.

"Severus, we have passed the preliminary review of the report submitted by the child just now. Was it really done by him?"

Slughorn's eyes were full of brilliance, as if wishing that this disciple was taught by himself.

"Mentor, maybe we should wait for the result quietly. Facts are always more convincing than words."

Snape looked at Allen, who was already inspecting the materials, to refine this new type of wolfsbane potion. Even though he dared not say that it was [-]% successful, he only hoped that this little guy would not perform badly on the spot and waste three chances.

After reconfirming to the assistants around him that the werewolf who sent the blood can directly participate in the subsequent experiments, Allen immediately started to do it.

With a light tap of the wand in his hand, the various materials in front of him seemed to be alive.

The Tranquility Flower and the Cold Moon Stone were thrown into the grinding jar.

The unicorn tail hair rippling in the moon water, exudes a unique magical power.

The golden blowtorch raised an orange flame, roasting the top-level cauldron made of black stone.

The mithril, fine gold, and various gemstones next to it began to form a special alchemy formation in an orderly manner, enclosing the wolf blood in it.

Everything is like a top conductor, performing gorgeously in his symphony, and every wave of the wand is accompanied by the pleasing alchemy technique.

Horace Slughorn couldn't control his excitement. His face was trembling and red, and he put a soundproof spell on his face. He shook Snape's shoulder, "He's really only 11 years old? Isn't he? He's at Hogwarts now?"

Snape rolled his eyes at his mentor, of course he understood what Alan's talent displayed at this time meant to these potions masters.

Both potion science and alchemy can be regarded as the top sciences in magic. Ordinary wizards really don't have much talent in these two areas, but now Allen is like a peerless diamond, shining brightly among a pile of gravel.

Snape grabbed the palm of his former mentor, "Teacher, I am the Potions Professor now."

Horace Slughorn took a step back, looking sad.

At this time, Snapela said in a long tail, "However, if you can help me become a Defense Against the Dark Arts tutor, the professor of Potions will naturally be yours again."

Horace's eyes dodged a little, "Let me think about it again."

At this time, beside him, an old witch wearing a light green wizard robe suddenly let out a surprise, and pointed at Alan who was using the alchemy array and the Patronus Charm to remove Fennell's will from the wolf's blood.

"This method of operation seems to be improved from the vampire. It turns out that the Patronus Charm still has this usage. Just this discovery is enough for him to apply for a lifetime membership. Did he really discover it by himself?"

Snape's sallow face was expressionless, "At least I didn't teach him."

After Alan got rid of Fennell's will in the blood, potion refining soon entered the second half, which was also indescribably smooth and flowing. Although every point of grasp could not be said to be the pinnacle, it was exactly the same.

None of the five potions masters at least had anything to fault them for.

"He just lacks some experience and some advanced skills. He can catch up with us soon, and at his current age, it is only a matter of time before he surpasses us."

A wizard sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a dreamy blue smoke rose from the black stone cauldron, forming a silver-white giant wolf and a crimson blood moon pattern in midair.

The flame of the blowtorch was slowly extinguished, and Allen put the potion into the bottle, and the crimson and silver and white colors were clearly distinguished.

There was a smile on Alan's handsome face. Under the sky, his light green eyes seemed to be shining. He looked at the five masters in front of him, "Please advise."

······
Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for a recommendation ticket.

(End of this chapter)