American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

Clearly, Harvey's two-pronged approach to treatment was very effective.

Ten minutes passed.

The magic power of Watombo's wand was completely exhausted, and the life energy formed from the melting of the dragon bone was also absorbed by Dumbledore.

So nervous that she didn't dare to speak loudly the whole time, Hermione tugged at Harvey's sleeve and asked cautiously, "Why hasn't Headmaster Dumbledore woken up yet?"

Harvey stared at the white-bearded old man, whose breathing was steady, for a while, and then tentatively cast the "Quick Recovery" spell.

The effects of the revival spell were immediate.

The white-bearded old man on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes. "Hoo... Is this the world of the dead?"

Seeing Dumbledore awake, Hermione exclaimed with delight, "No, Headmaster, this is a ward at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Healings! Your injuries are healed!"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore slowly turned his head and saw his two students, Harvey and Hermione. He said with great satisfaction, "You two saved this old man?"

Harvey waved his hand modestly and said, "It was nothing, just a small favor. After all, I promised to cure you. Headmaster, how are you feeling now?"

Dumbledore raised his hands and looked at them, then exclaimed with emotion, "My hands... have become younger?"

Harvey smiled and explained, "It feels good to regain your youth, doesn't it? Old man with the white beard, the important task of protecting the Hogwarts students is now in your hands."

If you can live, no one wants to die.

Even the magnanimous Dumbledore had previously been willing to accept death.

But experiencing this vibrant, youthful body, he was still very grateful, saying:

"Thank you, Mr. Harvey. It's an honor to have such an excellent student as you..."

"Stop!" Harvey interrupted quickly. "Enough with the flattery. Voldemort just ransacked Gringotts last week. Do you have any ideas on how to deal with that?"

"The wise and intelligent... Blackbeard Principal?"

The title "old man with a white beard" was no longer appropriate, so Harvey temporarily changed his title.

Speaking of another student, Tom Riddle, Dumbledore said with mixed feelings, "Tom was once an extremely good student, but unfortunately he went astray."

At this moment, Professor McGonagall and the others who were anxiously waiting outside the ward heard faint sounds of conversation coming from the ward door.

Professor McGonagall hurriedly pushed open the ward door and walked in.

"Good heavens! Headmaster Dumbledore, you're awake? And you've become...even more handsome?"

Upon seeing the young Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, and could only describe the headmaster as handsome at that moment.

"Haha, am I handsome now?"

Dumbledore even wanted to look in the mirror to see just how handsome he was, that Professor McGonagall could actually use the word "handsome."

Professor Pomona Sprout exclaimed in astonishment, "Headmaster, you look just as captivating as Gilderoy Lockhart once did!"

She could hardly imagine what Dumbledore had gone through to not only recover from his injuries but also look decades younger.

Professor McGonagall turned to look at Harvey, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Mr. Harvey, thank you for healing Headmaster Dumbledore; it's like saving the future of the wizarding world!"

Dumbledore shook his head and chuckled, "I'm too old. The future should belong to young people like Mr. Harvey and Miss Granger."

Hearing him being praised again, Harvey shuddered and quickly retorted, "No, no, no, the future belongs to Harry Potter, after all, he's the savior..."

“You can be a savior too, Mr. Harvey.”

"No, I'm not!"

"You could be..."

The ward was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

That afternoon, Principal Dumbledore was discharged from the hospital.

This astonishing news spread like wildfire throughout the entire magical world.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

When the Death Eaters heard that Dumbledore, the White Lord who should have died, had actually lived a second life, they were shocked.

They were so frightened that they immediately halted all their attack plans and retreated behind the scenes to observe the situation.

After Voldemort learned that his nemesis Dumbledore was still alive, he also disappeared for a while.

When Voldemort lay prone again, transforming into a rat hiding in a ditch, Harvey couldn't do anything about him for the time being.

After spending a few days with Hermione at Hogwarts, Harvey suddenly remembered that the potion to enhance physical strength needed to be improved.

Harvey hurriedly brought a section of the dragon bone to visit Professor Snape.

That noon, Professor Snape, with a stern face, had just come out of the Potions classroom and was still muttering about how stupid the third-year wizards were when Harvey blocked his way.

"Mr. Harvey, I heard you ultimately chose Hermione Granger? It's quite a surprise that Hogwarts' notorious prodigal son has turned over a new leaf!"

The old bat's teasing made Harvey blush. How did this story spread throughout the entire school?

Could it be that Hermione deliberately spread this information?

How am I supposed to have heart-to-heart talks with pretty female students in the future?

Remembering his business, Harvey shook his head and said, "Professor, I would like to ask you how to improve the side effects of a new type of potion."

"Oh?" Snape was quite puzzled. "With your potion-making skills, you can even develop new potion formulas?"

“Professor, don’t look down on me. I also read your notes back then. The Half-Blood Prince’s notes greatly improved my potion-making skills.”

Harvey deliberately brought up embarrassing stories about the old bat as a form of retaliation.

Snape's face darkened. "Come with me to the professor's office. I want to see what new potions the infamous Prodigal Son can come up with."

Harvey threatened menacingly, "Don't bring up the Prodigal Son again... unless you want copies of the Half-Blood Prince's notebook to be circulated!" as he followed the old bat.

Chapter 56 Gaining the Old Bat's Gratitude

The two walked to the middle of the gloomy passage of the dungeon, next to the Potions classroom, which was Professor Snape's office.

Harvey glanced around; the old bat's office was as messy as ever.

The oak desk was piled high with open magic books, covered with Professor Snape's scribbles.

Several quill pens were placed on the corner of the table, while the ink bottle next to it emitted a faint blue glow, presumably some kind of invisible ink.

The shelf in the corner of the office was filled with glassware of various sizes and shapes, containing bubbling and smoky potions.

Some of the potions even emitted a slight "sizzling" sound from time to time, indicating that the refining process was not yet complete.

At the bottom of the shelf, there are many strangely shaped plant and animal specimens.

Examples include a mouse with three eyes, a bat with stone wings, and a miniature eight-eyed giant spider.

To be honest, it's no wonder that the old bat, who has lived in such a dark and eerie environment for many years, has become so sharp-tongued.

The office fireplace was burning with green flames, and Harvey sat down in a chair next to it.

He took out a bottle of newly refined physique-enhancing potion from his pocket.

I also handed them a handwritten recipe.

"Professor, do you think there's anything about this formula that can be improved?"

After Snape sat down behind his desk, he took the formula without expression.

However, when he saw the first ingredient on the recipe, he couldn't help but look at Harvey as if he were an idiot.

"You actually used such precious magic stone powder as a material?"

Harvey nodded and began to explain the importance of the physique-enhancing potion to himself.

"My strength has reached a bottleneck, and I urgently need a magical potion to enhance my physique and help expand my total magical power..."

After hearing his explanation, Snape solemnly reminded him, "First of all, I have never heard of improving physical fitness helping to increase the total amount of magic power."

"If improving physical fitness is effective, then why don't the Animagus, who can transform into magical creatures, have an increased total magical power?"

Just as Harvey was about to retort, Professor Snape continued:

"Secondly, I know that you have a special physique, and this method may be helpful for you to improve your strength."

"But constitution-based potions don't need the powder of the Philosopher's Stone at all."

Snape pointed to the recipe and began to teach.

"Pets like those of the Sun Orchid and the blood of the Unicorn have a neutralizing effect. These two materials are quite versatile and are found in most potion recipes."

"The blood of the fire lizard is extremely potent. If it is not forcibly suppressed by adding a large amount of dragon blood, the resulting potion will have a high concentration of toxicity."

"I would suggest replacing it with wormwood and fire dragon blood; the effect should be better."

"As for this... Type X blood? Two milliliters of Type X bone marrow fluid? One-third of a Type X heart extract?"

Seeing the three most crucial ingredients on the recipe, Snape frowned and asked, "What are these ingredients?"

Harvey produced the experimental samples taken from Captain America and explained:

"This material was collected from a physically strong Muggle and is the key to the entire formula."

"Muggle?" Snape asked, puzzled.

"How strong can a Muggle's physique be? Why don't you use materials from phoenixes or dragons as the main ingredients for your potions?"

Harvey said speechlessly, "The phoenix that survives in the world is hard to find. The only one we know is Professor Dumbledore's beloved daughter."

"While dragons are physically powerful, their genes are not compatible with wizards, so I can only use Muggles, whose genes are similar, as the main ingredient for potions."

Looking at the sample in front of him, Snape looked thoughtful.

“Developing new types of magic potions is not something that can be done overnight. I need to figure out the properties of these samples before I can give suggestions on how to improve the formula.”

Harvey understood what the old bat meant.

"These samples are all for you to study. If there is any progress, please let me know immediately."

Professor Snape estimated and said, "If the research goes smoothly, the formula should be perfected in about three to six months."

Harvey nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your good news, Professor."

"By the way, now that Headmaster Dumbledore has returned to his peak and the situation in the wizarding world has stabilized, you no longer need to be an undercover agent for the Death Eaters, right?"