I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 78 Potions

The heavy wooden door of the Potions Department's common operating room closed gently behind me, shutting out the noise from the outside world.

The spacious room was filled with the smells of dried herbs, mineral dust, and a faint, barely perceptible scent of old parchment.

Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting beams of light onto the polished quartz lab bench, illuminating the dust particles suspended in the air.

Jemin took a deep breath, letting the tranquility unique to the laboratory calm his mind.

Before me, crucibles, recurved flasks, condensers, beakers of various shapes, and grinding tools are arranged in an orderly fashion, like a silent army waiting to be commanded.

Today's goal is to refine a "Concentration Potion" that can temporarily enhance mental focus. It's a relatively high-level potion for apprentices, but the ingredients aren't particularly complicated.

He walked to the materials shelf on the side and his eyes fell on the few items he needed: a bunch of glowing grass that exuded a cool fragrance, a few pieces of moon silver ore with star-like silver spots, a small bottle of viscous night-blooming moss extract, and a few dried flame flower petals with veins like flame patterns.

Jemin put on the gossamer-thin gloves, which were tools used exclusively by potion makers. These gloves not only protected the body from the corrosive effects of various materials, but also allowed the fingertips to still keenly feel the "pulse" of the materials.

He picked up the fluorescent grass, not by simply cutting it, but by gently placing his fingertips on the stem.

A faint, cool sensation traveled up to my fingertips.

He closed his eyes, activated his analytical technique, and immersed himself in it, as if he could see the cool, moonlight-like energy flowing inside the blades of grass, as well as a few tiny impurity nodes with a turbid feel.

"The activity is acceptable, but there are a few impurities in the roots."

Jemin took a small silver knife inlaid with pure crystal.

His movements were gentle and precise, the tip of the blade following specific energy pathways.

After removing the parts containing impurities, he placed the processed grass leaves into a warm, white jade mortar.

Grinding is not about brute force, but about imbuing it with a unique rhythm of mental energy. Each grind releases the essence of the grass leaves just right without damaging their core energy structure.

Soon, the grass blades transformed into a pool of shimmering, emerald-green liquid.

Processing the Moon Silver Ore fragments requires patience.

Jemin put them into a grinder with fine runes engraved on its inner wall.

Driven by the internal grinding beads, accompanied by a deep hum, the hard ore is broken down into uniform, fine, shimmering silver powder under the resonance of magic.

Throughout the process, he used alchemy to "scan" the powder for uniformity, ensuring that each grain was essentially the same.

Having completed all the preliminary preparations, we finally arrived at the core step of making the potion.

Jemin lit the thermostatic magic crucible in the center of the experimental table, and a ghostly blue flame burned silently at the bottom of the crucible.

He first slowly poured the processed fluorescent grass juice into the preheated crucible. As soon as the liquid came into contact with the heat source, it made a slight "sizzling" sound, and a cool mist rose up.

He was completely focused, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's.

The open book clearly displays complex formulas and proportions.

He picked up a crystal dropper with micro-gradations and carefully drew the prescribed amount of *Noctiluca scintillans* extract.

One drop, two drops... The viscous liquid was dropped into the emerald green juice, but it did not immediately mix. Instead, it was like ink being dropped into water, with a ring of fluorescent light spreading out around the edge as if it were slowly wriggling.

“The energy conflict has begun…” The knowledge from the book flashed through Jemin’s mind immediately, and he threw the moon silver powder into the crucible without hesitation.

The moment the powder touched the liquid surface, it was as if a spark had been thrown in!
The liquid inside the crucible suddenly became unstable, with the emerald green and fluorescent colors violently repelling each other, and tiny silver sparks even swirling in the central area, emitting a low crackling sound.

A mixture of metallic odor and the smell of decaying vegetation filled the air.

This is the crucial moment!
Jemin decisively released his mental power, and the analytical technique, like an invisible and intricate network, instantly enveloped the entire crucible.

His consciousness sank into it, no longer merely observing the surface boiling and color changes, but delving into the microscopic level to "perceive" how those violent energy particles collided, combined, and annihilated.

In his mental vision, it seemed as if a small cosmic storm was taking place inside the crucible. The energy of the fluorescent grass was trying to soothe the restlessness of the night-blooming moss, while the metallic energy of the moon silver acted as a catalyst, forcibly building a bridge between the two and triggering a more violent reaction.

What he needs to do is to precisely grasp the timing and intensity of the intervention of the lunar silver energy; if he is not careful, the balance will be broken.

Jemin held his breath, a wisp of mental energy gathering at his fingertips, ready to adjust the flame temperature or add neutralizing materials at any moment, his entire mind focused on that boiling miniature universe.

As the storm subsided, emerald green, fluorescence, and silver began to merge, forming a deep, indigo liquid that seemed to contain the starry sky.

However, just as Jemin was about to add the last ingredient—flame petal powder—his mental power detected an extremely subtle energy fluctuation. It was a tiny crystal in the moon silver powder that had not been completely ground up, which suddenly underwent an unexpected change under the continuous high temperature!

"Oh no!" Alarm bells rang in his mind, but the movement of his fingers could not be reversed.

The powder from the flame petals, carrying scorching energy, fell into the indigo liquid.

*Pfft—Boom!*

As if igniting explosives, the liquid in the crucible instantly turned from indigo to a dazzling bright purple, expanded violently, and emitted a piercing shriek!

A violent stench, carrying sulfur and burnt feathers, erupted. Jemin reacted quickly, ducking behind a specially made protective crystal panel.

boom!
With a muffled thud, the crucible lid was blown off by the violent airflow, and scalding, viscous purple waste liquid splashed all over the protective plate and crystal tabletop, sizzling and emitting foul-smelling white smoke.

A few drops of liquid splashed onto Jemin's arm, and the alchemical glove was immediately corroded with small holes.

His face was also covered with some grayish-black soot, making him look quite disheveled.

The laboratory was a mess, and the pungent smell lingered for a long time.

After the smoke cleared, without bothering to clean himself up, Jemin immediately rushed to the lab bench and carefully collected some of the partially evaporated waste liquid residue and strange crystals that had condensed after the explosion using specially made corrosion-resistant tweezers.

He took out a thick experimental notebook and carefully observed the crystal using alchemy and analytical techniques. At the same time, a quill pen automatically floated up and danced rapidly across the pages:
"Record of the 17th Concentration Potion Refining:"
Failure Phase: Final Fusion Phase (after the addition of Flame Petals).

Phenomenon: The liquid instantly turns from indigo to bright purple, boils and expands violently, accompanied by a pungent sulfur smell and a slight explosion (energy overload type fryer).

Key point of mental energy observation: 0.3 seconds before adding the flame petals, an abnormal energy spike was detected in region G7 of the moon silver powder (suspected to be an incompletely crushed microcrystalline core stimulated by flame energy).

The spike and the intense sunlight of the flame petals created a violent chain reaction, far exceeding the design threshold…

(End of this chapter)