A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Half a minute later, he looked at the densely packed sheets in his hand, and a few black lines appeared on his forehead.

"How are you feeling?" Snape asked with amusement. "Still full of confidence, right?"

Aaron hesitated for a few seconds, "Getting these materials isn't a problem, but..."

After hearing the first half of the sentence, Snape was also somewhat unsettled.

Over the years, he had also wanted to concoct a bottle of Felix Felicis for emergencies, because he was the kind of person who danced on a tightrope.

It's not obvious now, but there's always a risk of being shattered to pieces in the future.

Luck plays a different role depending on one's social status.

For most people, good luck is just so-so; it's enough to keep them in a good mood for a day.

But it's different for him; at a crucial moment, it might change his fate.

"Are you really able to get your hands on these materials?"

Yes, but not many.

There are at least three sets in my storage room. I never knew why these things were kept together before, but now it seems they are the ingredients for preparing Felix Felicis.

Snape's lips twitched. "Big families are something else."

But isn't this going a bit too far? Even some pure-blooded families wouldn't have a complete set of materials.

"If I had the materials, I could also prepare Felix Felicis."

All I need is a small reward if I succeed.

Not much, just one-tenth will do.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Aaron actually sensed a hint of eagerness in Snape's voice.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "Professor, I'm afraid that won't work."

"Then reduce it by half again, one-twentieth should be fine, right?"

"Forehead...

Professor, you've misunderstood.

If it's a ready-made product, I have several large bottles at home; that's enough for a day if I drink it straight from the bottle.

Bang!

Snape slid off the chair, not caring how disheveled he looked, and said, "Do you know what you're saying?"

I admit that the magical world is not short of people who can concoct this kind of potion, and some people even have some in stock.

But chugging straight from the bottle is a complete joke.

“I also think it’s a bit of an exaggeration, but that’s the truth.” Aaron shrugged. “However, my father said those lucky potions can only be used when needed.”

"Let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about the materials first." Snape steered the conversation back on track, dusted off his robes, sat back down in his chair, and forcefully adopted his authoritative teacherly demeanor.

"That's right, what I want is not the finished product, but the ability to formulate Felix Felicis."

However, my margin for error is only three times, and according to you, Professor, even with your guidance, my success rate is now less than 50%, so let's postpone it for a while longer.

I'll wait until the success rate is at least 99% before configuring it!

Snape: ......

Isn't this 'time period' a bit too abstract?

He might be able to accept it for a year or two, and he could persevere for three or five years, but if it goes any longer, he will have to give up on this path, since he may not have that much time.

"Ahem! Don't be discouraged. With your talent, you could actually make your first attempt within three years."

"Three years?" Aaron was taken aback. "I thought it would be one year."

“One, a year?” Snape was both amused and exasperated. “Aaron, I underestimated your ambition.”

However, one shouldn't get too arrogant. Preparing Felix Felicis takes at least six months, and there can't be the slightest mistake during the process, especially in some crucial steps, so…”

Before Snape could finish speaking, Aaron placed a small bottle on the table. "With this, we should be able to skip the so-called crucial steps!"

“This is…” Snape’s eyes widened after just one second. “Felix Felicis, where did you get it?”

"That's not important, anyway, it wasn't bought."

"Of course I know it wasn't bought."

My question is, can you sell it to me? The price is negotiable.

Swish!

Without saying a word, Aaron picked up the Felix Felicis from the table.

Don't even think about it, this thing is not for sale, especially now.

There's also a menacing dark lord lurking in the school. He's run out of his life-saving elixir, so he absolutely cannot give up on luck.

Upon seeing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Snape's eyes.

"Professor, you're supposed to be a master of potions, don't you have any reserves for yourself?" Aaron asked.

"I used it a long time ago, and used it all at once."

"It worked very well, but the results were terrible," Snape said sadly. "To be honest, I don't really like using Felix Felicis, because leaving everything to luck is obviously unreliable."

But I have a feeling that I will need a lot of luck in the coming period of time.

Let's not talk about that anymore. Forget about FLORS; it's not something you can control right now.

It's better to keep it simple, since you don't have much time.

"How about a tranquilizer?" Aaron chuckled.

“You can go to Mrs. Pomfrey,” Snape said meaningfully. “She should have some in stock.”

“It’s different. My things are mine, and the doctor’s things are the doctor’s.”

Snape nodded, silently placed his cauldron on the table, and began to teach his proud student once again how to prepare a perfect potion.

A few hours later, Snape handed Aaron a bottle of tranquilizer, but Aaron politely declined, saying, "It's a deal, the finished product is yours."

“Take it! This is a reward from the teacher to the student,” Snape said. “And by the way, just so you know, this is about the best you can do right now. This potion isn’t even at its optimal quality.”

Aaron smiled awkwardly, "After all, it's my first time making this, and I'm already very satisfied with the success."

“If that’s your thinking, then you’ll have to postpone preparing Felix Felicis,” Snape sneered.

"That's not necessarily the case."

Aaron was full of confidence. As someone who had been given a cheat code, it would be a huge failure if he couldn't even create a miracle.

"Oh, right, Professor." Before leaving the office, Aaron suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask, "Is Professor Dumbledore still at the university?"

I thought you had forgotten.

Is it meaningful to ask this question every day?

"There's no way around it, it's mainly because I lack a sense of security."

Snape rolled his eyes. "You're asking at just the right time. The Ministry of Magic sent a letter saying there's an urgent matter that needs his attention."

He set off this morning and has been gone for several hours. He won't be back until at least tomorrow afternoon.

call!

Upon hearing the news, Aaron breathed a sigh of relief, showing no sign of panic, and simply rubbed his forehead.

A storm is brewing! But what's coming will come sooner or later.

Chapter 79 Hagrid is indeed unreliable

After leaving Snape's office, Aaron headed straight for the Forbidden Forest.

Unsurprisingly, Harry and Ron were there.

Hagrid watched the two men from inside the cabin, feeling utterly annoyed. He was so fed up with their constant nagging these past few days that his ears were practically calloused.

"I want to emphasize again that I did not reveal the method I used through Mao Mao."

"That's good." Ron laughed carelessly, feeling a little relieved.

"Hagrid, keep this attitude."

No matter who asks or how they ask, don't tell anyone.

“You don’t need to tell me that.” Hagrid rolled his eyes at Harry. “I didn’t tell anyone except me and Dumbledore, not even the professors at the house.”

"That's not necessarily the case."

Aaron rushed over, staring at Hagrid with a serious expression.

Hagrid suddenly felt a little guilty. He didn't feel this way about anyone else, not even Dumbledore.

But Aaron was different. His conscience betrayed the young wizard, and not just once, especially since Aaron was accompanied by a magical creature that he had always wanted to study.

"Um... do I have flowers on my face?"

"No, but...you really didn't tell anyone about the method you used through Mao Mao?"

“Really not,” Ron interjected. “Harry and I have reminded him several times a day, and just in case, we’ve even stopped letting him drink alcohol.”

Hagrid's expression darkened slightly, and he turned his head to glare at Ron. "Bad guy."

"It's a critical time!"

"Just bear with it for now. Once the magic stone is completely safe, you can have a good time getting drunk."

"That's optimistic, but the situation is far from optimistic."

"What do you mean?" Harry's heart skipped a beat, and the scar on his forehead burned like fire again.

This time it was more intense than ever before, and he was in so much pain that he was grimacing.

"Can you sense it?" Aaron said meaningfully. "I need to tell you that Dumbledore has left Hogwarts and won't be back until at least tomorrow afternoon."

In other words, this is when the school's defenses are at their weakest. If you were Mystic, what would you do?

"Opportunity knocks but once." Harry tried to calm himself down. "The Man from Darkness won't let this chance slip by. He could act at any moment before Dumbledore returns."