"Good, Braun.

Worthy of my son.

Your father and I were also fast and good when I memorized this book. "

Mr. Foley compliments without blushing.

There was no blushing in the slightest for lying.

He was afraid that his son would be proud and complacent.

How can you say that he lied that?

It's called good intentions.

Braun sighed to himself.

"Sure enough, I'm still too wasteful.

A potions master like his own dad can recite at the same speed as himself.

I still have a talent bonus.

How useless this original body is? "

Immediately said respectfully

"Father, I will definitely work hard.

Try to memorize this book by this month!".

Mr. Foley was sipping black tea slowly.

Feeling the talent of his son.

Hearing Braun's words almost squirted out the tea.

Listen, listen.

Memorize it before this month.

Is this human talk?

It took me half a year!

And it's all the kind of stumbling.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?".

Braun asked with concern.

Mr. Foley wipes his mouth.

"It's nothing, this tea is a little hot.

Still, son.

I don't think you have to combine work and rest to do anything, right?

A month is not ......

".

Before Mr. Foley could finish his sentence, he saw Braun feel a little guilty at first.

And then he exuded a fighting spirit:

"That's right, father!

A month is too long!

How could I be so depraved by that?

I'm going to finish this book in a week!".

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ......

".

"Father, what's wrong with you?".

"Nothing, nothing.

I'm so happy!

It's comforting that you want to work hard.

Alright, let's go back.

Study hard. "

Mr. Foley waved his hand weakly.

What I want to say is that a month is too short.

Just memorize it slowly, and you're not in a hurry.

Who would have thought that this stupid boy would misunderstand what he meant.

A week?

Co-author bragging, no taxes.

Then he began to fall into self-doubt again.

"Am I really such a wastewood?".

Thinking of when Lao Tzu taught himself back then.

It was once said that he awakened his magic at the age of three, and began to learn all kinds of common sense at the age of four.

At the age of five, he learned about potions.

At the age of six, he succeeded in refining potions once.

At the age of seven, he was able to ...... all kinds of potions

In the past, Mr. Foley thought that this was his own Lao Tzu bragging to himself.

But now think about it.

Could it be true?

Daddy didn't lie to himself, but he was really too wasteful?

Braun, who had just left the house, did not know that his father had fallen into deep self-doubt because of his words.

At this moment, he returned to the bedroom in high spirits.

Began his own recitation.

In his opinion, those Potions masters must be geniuses who memorize a book in a few days.

Just like Hermione.

Known as Miss Jack-of-all-trades.

I even borrowed a time simulator for studying.

This is simply the king of volumes.

I don't have any advantage over such people.

But what he didn't know was.

Even Hermione, a volume king, couldn't have the ability to memorize a ten-centimeter-thick book in a week.

Not to mention that this is a magic book that has an effect on the spirit.

But he didn't know.

So such a beautiful misunderstanding was born.

"Poison hemlock, from which poison hemlock flavor can be extracted...... It is the main ingredient for making shrinking potions and kitsune exterminators. "

"Horseradish, a perennial erect herb of the cruciferous family......

It has been cultivated in eastern Europe and other places for more than 2,000 years.

It is used after grinding a lot, and it is one of the materials used to make laughter potions and blessing elixirs. "

"I didn't expect that something like horseradish would still be of such use. "

Braun sighed with some surprise.

Then I started reciting it.

"Liquid Grass ......

".

“......"

"Cuckoo, cuckoo ......

".

The clock hanging on the wall pops up a bird that keeps calling.

"Twelve?".

"Gollum ......

".

I touched my bulging belly.

Braun put down the book.

He stood up and stretched.

He sat motionless in his position all morning.

At the moment, my hands and feet seemed a little stiff.

"Knock knock!".

There was a knock at the door.

"Little Master, are you going to eat lunch in the dining room or in the bedroom today?"

Dom's voice was sharp and thin.

Braun hesitated.

"I'll go down and eat.

Are Mom and Dad gone again?".

Braun learned from the original body's memories that Dom generally asked himself where to eat.

Parents are no longer at home.

My father usually went to check out his family's dragon farm or greenhouse.

Sometimes, I also visit the shops in Diagon Alley.

Mother, on the other hand, is much simpler.

Shopping.

Gather three or two witches who know each other to go shopping together.

Then do maintenance and watch a play.

"Yes, young master. The lord and the lady went out to get busy. "

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