Hogwarts Archmage

"Can the Elixir of Fortune...can improve IQ? Doesn't that thing just give people temporary good luck..." Ma En looked at Margery with some confusion and asked.

"Of course not. The essence of Fuling Elixir is to greatly speed up your thinking ability without you noticing it, allowing you to discover details that you would never discover at ordinary times, and make the right choice subconsciously... You can make a A simple experiment, find someone who has never bought a lottery ticket and doesn’t understand the rules to drink the elixir and try buying a lottery ticket."

Ma En touched his chin thoughtfully: "So that's it...then can your smart drug do something similar?"

Margaery nodded and shook her head: "Yes and no. If nothing else happens, this potion can speed up your thinking ability, but it mainly relies on personal analysis, rather than the magic power of the potion to help you analyze well..."

"How about drinking the elixir directly?"

"Because there will be no side effects if you drink too much of this stuff, and... it will be very cheap, idiot..."

Margery sighed and stood up, planning to go to the small workshop next to her to try this beggar's version of the potion. The ingredients were simple and common, and they were all available in the workshop.

Esther still had some time before class, and had nothing to do in the house, so she simply went to the workshop to help.

The black tea room with only one person left suddenly seemed a little empty. Ma En shook his head, picked up the parchment and continued to read.

The original Azkaban prison island is located in the North Sea. Many people know how to get there, but no one can say exactly where it is. I only know that you have to go to the northernmost point and then cross a strait, which is actually not a good idea. Far north, but for the United Kingdom, that place is indeed the closest to the Pole.

Wizards do not have geography classes. All knowledge in this area basically comes from oral transmission through generations of families, or from asking each other among friends.

In the minds of these fugitives, going from the Scottish island to Azkaban, and then from Azkaban to the polar detour to other countries, is actually about the same as taking a bus from Wales to London to get to Hogwarts...

I don’t blame them. These people used to be pure-blooded nobles. Naturally, someone would take care of things for them when traveling. The Yeqi carriage or door keys could get them anywhere very quickly. This gave them this idea. The illusion that the world is small.

Of course now most of them have begun to doubt life.

After leaving the abandoned village, they used magic to jump to several places in a row, and they didn't know the next way.

Without knowing what the place they were going to look like, there was no way to use Apparition. The gang cut down a few trees and used their little carpentry knowledge, which was almost equivalent to zero, to piece together what could be considered a boat. I added some magic and wandered towards the north - anyway, it's the North Pole, so running north is always the right thing.

Ma En felt that these people, let alone the North Pole, could even reach Hokkaido. However, at this time, he had already thought about it and treated it as a reality show. These fugitives were all so-called "big shots" in the wizarding world. It’s actually not that bad to look at their journey of struggle.

Just when he was about to add a little interesting experience to the "actors", the potion workshop next to him exploded.

It really exploded. With a loud bang, the tea house shook several times. Ma En remembered that Margery and Esther were there, and quickly got up and opened the door to take a look.

Then I saw two bombed-out witches with gray faces. They were sitting in the ruins with their heads not very clear, their eyes a little dull.

Ma En walked up to them, lifted the two of them up and placed them outside the ruins. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of them: "Are you... okay?"

Margaery opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but a wisp of black smoke came out of her mouth, and she closed her mouth again.

"Margery, I think you have to prepare a gift for me," Esther glanced at the construction debris everywhere and said, "If I hadn't noticed something was wrong, the two of us might have been lying in the school hospital now..."

Here, Margery had already secretly spit out the black smoke from her mouth while Esther was speaking. After picking up a bottle of potion from her waist and pouring it into her mouth, she asked, "Do you want the Elixir of Fortune?" I thought you might be able to use it."

Aster nodded slightly, but reminded: "I want the genuine one..."

"Of course, the beggar's version failed..."

"So, what happened?" Ma En looked at the two ladies who had made the deal and asked again.

"After Margaery added the grass fruit, the potion began to boil... I felt something was wrong. She thought it was very strange and wanted to study it. Although I didn't know as much as Margaery about this, I still gave one to each of us. Iron Armor Curse...you have also seen the final outcome."

After hearing this, Ma En screwed up her face and looked at Margaery. For her sister, this should be an accident that would never happen.

Margaery wiped the dirt on her face and explained: "Grass fruit is just a very common material... Many Muggles even use it as a spice. Although the varieties specially bred by the wizarding world are somewhat different, this thing The output is actually quite large compared to other potions. I just think it’s strange that such a cheap medicinal material can trigger such a reaction... I suspect that it has some rare and unused characteristics that are related to something inside it. A certain medicinal material reacted, and I wanted to get closer to study it, but I didn’t expect it to explode so quickly.”

Ma En understood, but not completely.

At the very least, he has no idea and has no interest in knowing what qualities are in ordinary potions that are not usually used at all. He only knows that grass fruits are a kind of medicinal material and are used in many low-level potions.

Esther was very interested, but her focus was not on the grass fruit itself, but on other directions: "I think we can make some bombs to use."

"What kind of bomb?" Margaery raised her head blankly and asked. She was still immersed in thinking.

"It is to extract the special qualities from the grass and fruit, and then find the special qualities of the medicinal material that reacts with it, and make a timer device or remote control device between the two. This thing detonates very quickly, and there is nothing wrong with it. Magical fluctuations are buried on a certain road that must be passed through. If any Death Eaters pass by at this time, they will definitely be given a big surprise."

Marn thought it made sense, but he still asked his own question: "Then why don't we go to the Muggle world to get some explosives?"

"Marn... Muggle explosives are too dangerous. Although there is no magic fluctuation, wizards can always detect the crisis. This is different. It's just a strawberry. As long as we don't end up personally, they can What are you aware of before mixing one or more special qualities?"