Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could A Little Badger Have?

One minute, a piece of parchment, and a pen.

Then the potion recipe was written.

Although people feel it is incredible, they also think it is reasonable.

In fact, if you really start from scratch to research a new magic potion.

What's the difference between an hour and a minute?

Those are all impossible tasks.

So, now Blake said that he happened to have done research on dragon pox before.

With the accumulation, now write down the potion recipe.

On the contrary, it makes it easier for people to accept it.

"This is cheating!" Shafiq jumped up from his chair.

"How did I cheat? I wrote it within an hour." Blake pointed at the hourglass that had just started to turn backwards and smiled.

Shafiq said excitedly: "This is cheating! What we said before is that within an hour, you create a new potion recipe!"

"But now...it's obvious that you have already researched this before! So, this cannot be regarded as the potion formula created in this hour at all!"

Blake sneered: "I disagree with you, Mr. Shafiq."

"My previous research can only be regarded as my knowledge reserve..."

"Otherwise, according to your logic, do I have to relearn spelling in this hour to be considered as creating a potion formula in one hour?

"After all... I didn't learn to spell within this hour, right?"

Shafiq was speechless.

In fact, maybe Blake had some luck in making the "right" bet.

But his previous research, just like learning to speak and spell when he was a child, can be regarded as his knowledge reserve.

And it was indeed within this hour that he created this magic potion formula.

In conclusion, Lake did create a new potion recipe within an hour.

"You...don't be complacent! It's still unclear whether this thing of yours has any effect!"

"Who knows if you just wrote blindly?"

Shafiq said angrily.

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. Let me boil the potion first and take a look.

Blake waved his hands as if swatting away annoying flies.

Shafiq turned pale with anger.

Blake looked at Fudge.

Fudge waved his hand, and soon someone removed the hourglass that had no effect at all.

Immediately afterwards, someone brought a lot of potion ingredients to Blake according to the potion formula.

Along with it, a whole set of brand new equipment for brewing potions was brought.

"If you need anything else, you can tell us." Fudge said.

Even though he and Dumbledore weren't getting along very well right now.

But for Blake... Fudge still has a bit of admiration.

once Upon a time.......

Doesn’t he also do everything on his own?

It's a pity that because of his lack of ability, he can only take advantage of various circumstances in the end...

"Thank you, Mr. Minister."

Blake came to the newly made table, looked at the equipment placed on the table, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Blake, do you need help?" Dorje asked gently.

"I object! No one can help him! It's agreed that he can only rely on himself!" Shafiq jumped out to object again.

Dorje glared at Shafik, "What I said before is that one person writes the recipe for a magic potion, but he didn't say that others are not allowed to make the potion for him!"

Blake waved his hand, "Mr. Dorje, thank you, but I will convince all those who question me."

Duoji had no choice but to nod and sit down again.

Anyway, he has written down the most difficult potion recipe.

Presumably, it is not difficult to brew the magic potion yourself.

Blake looked at Shafik and saw how angry he was.

Suddenly he smiled, then opened his pocket and took out a sniffle with fluffy sleepy eyes.

"Dabao, don't sleep, help me deal with the potion."

Then just as Dabao opened his eyes, there was a knife in his hand...

"Zhizhizhi! (Black-hearted boss!)"

Blake ignored Dabao's accusation, and then rummaged through his pocket again.

"Aha, Jibao, come and help too."

Then, Blake also took out a Bowtruckle.

He touched Bowtruckle's head and said, "Jibao, can you help me clean up those potion ingredients?"

Jibao patted Blake's fingers gently, then picked up the potion ingredients and began to process them.

Bowtruckle processes potion ingredients extremely quickly.

After a while, a lot of materials were piled in front of Dabao...

"Dabao, hurry up! Look at Jibao!"

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

At this time, everyone present was dumbfounded.

They had only seen potions masters test potions with magical animals.

I have never seen anyone ask magical animals to help them...

This...makes the magical beasts do exactly what he wants.

How on earth did he do it?

Blake looked at Shafik, who wanted to object again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shafik, please don't object yet.

"I did say before that I would do it by myself."

"Because...my helper is not a human being..."

Shafiq's old face immediately turned from pale to red with anger...

But... what Blake said is absolutely fine...

The Niffler was even more awesome and helped Blake write out the potion formula.

There's nothing he can do about Blake

Because he is indeed "a person".

Just when everyone was amazed at Blake's ability to control beasts.

Blake has begun to take his steps in an orderly manner.

And, with the help of two magical animals.

So that he does not need to spend extra time processing potion materials.

He brewed potions very quickly.

After a while, everyone smelled a refreshing fragrance that was refreshing.

The potion brewed by Blake was completely different from the potion brewed by Snape.

Snape only focuses on the efficacy of the potion, but Blake will also consider the taste of the potion on the premise of the potion's efficacy.

Of course, what Snape did was actually normal.

It's just that Blake has such technical ability...

Dabao dragged a bundle of aconite cut into thin strips and threw it to Blake's hand.

Blake dropped the aconite silk into the crucible.

The next second, the originally reddish-brown potion suddenly burst into bubbles.

“Gurgling.

After a rolling sound.

The pot of reddish-brown magic potion suddenly became clear!

As clear as mountain spring water...

Dorje has been standing by watching Blake brew the potion since just now.

After seeing the changes in the potion in the crucible, a trace of shock flashed across his face.

This...how did he make the potion taste so good and look so good?

As an old wizard who was a contemporary of Dumbledore.

His potion skills are also very high.

So, of course he knows.

How difficult it is to ensure the efficacy of the medicine while also taking into account the color, flavor and flavor...

This is brewing a magic potion...not cooking!

This... this little guy is simply showing off his skills unscrupulously!

Blake waved his wand, and the potion in the crucible, as clear as spring water, automatically flew out of the crucible.

Put it into several transparent medicine bottles that Blake placed on the table.

There was a burst of discussion among the people at the scene again.

Although I don’t know how effective this potion is, it does look very good...

"Buzz..."

Dean Bohan also left St. Mungo's at this time.

Passing through a teleportation point that Dumbledore had already marked.

Teleported to Dumbledore's side.

When he saw Blake filling the potion, he immediately felt relieved.

"The patient agreed to try it," said Dr. Bohan.

There were no surprises to anyone.

People are about to die of illness, and the medicine is ineffective.

Suddenly a miracle drug appeared that might cure him.

And it’s free!

I believe everyone will choose such a multiple-choice question.

Blake nodded, and then handed over the bottles of potions that had just been cooled down by magic.

"What is the dosage?" Dean Bohan asked directly.

"One ounce is enough," Blake said.

"Only one ounce?" Dean Bohan looked at Blake in surprise, "Isn't that a little too little?"

Blake smiled and said: "It's quite a lot. Too much can lead to collapse..."

"By the way, I almost forgot to mention that drinking this potion will cause diarrhea, so you have to be prepared."

"Of course, this is just an ordinary detoxification. Please take precautions to avoid infection."

Dean Bohan nodded excitedly, then teleported away again.

Shafiq looked at the back of Dean Bohan leaving and hesitated to speak.

Blake wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said with a smile: "Mr. Shafiq, in order to convince you, do you want to go and have a look?"

Shafiq immediately shrank his neck.

Just kidding! That’s dragon pox!

Even veteran therapists like Bohan have to take full precautions before they dare to approach patients.

Did he follow because he thought his life would be long?

Fudge asked: "Blake, how long do you think this potion will take to take effect?"

Blake shrugged, "This is a problem that varies from person to person, but if the patient is not constipated, it will probably be cured in five minutes.

Fudge was speechless.

I am asking you when the patient will recover, not how long it will take for the patient to go to the toilet!

However, when he thought about it, Blake seemed to have said that the medicine must be excreted before it can heal...

Therefore, Fudge didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, a reporter from the Daily Prophet took the opportunity to come forward and wanted to ask Blake some questions.

Blake did not refuse and answered the reporters' questions in detail.

Detailed enough for these reporters to write compelling articles.

Well, he just wants the Daily Prophet to publish this information.

Because he also wanted to verify some things...

Just when everyone was discussing among themselves.

The light door opened.

Dean Bohan's figure appeared from the light door again!

Everyone’s eyes were focused on it at this moment!

Because everyone wants to know whether Blake's potion works!

Dean Bohan walked up to Blake with excitement on his face and held Blake's hand.

But he was so excited that he seemed unable to speak.

Shafiq came over and asked hurriedly: "How is it? Is the potion ineffective? Is the person dead?"

Dean Bohan glared at him, thanks to Shafiq's anger.

Only then can he speak.

"How could it not be effective! It's simply... I've never seen such a miraculous effect of medicine!"

Blake smiled and said: "..." That means my potion is working?"

"Yeah!" Dean Bohan nodded excitedly.

"What are the effects? Have the side effects been eliminated?" Blake asked.

"If it weren't for the fact that they have been ill for a long time and are very weak, they would all want to come with me and say thank you personally!" Dean Bohan said with a smile on his face.

"That's good..." Blake looked at Shafiq.

Shafiq backed away repeatedly, "Impossible! You...Old Bohan has a relationship with you, he must have helped you hide it! The patient must not have recovered! I don't believe what Old Bohan said!"

Dean Bohan sneered: "I knew you wouldn't believe it. So...I prepared this.

Dean Bohan took out several photos from his pocket and handed them to Fudge as the notary.

Fudge took it and took a look, and saw that the first few photos showed several patients with severe dragon pox.

In the photo, they have thick sores on their faces and are groaning in pain on the hospital bed.

The tragic scene made Fudge break into a cold sweat.

He quickly flipped through the photos and then looked at the ones behind him.

Only seen in the photo at the back.

The wards are the same wards.

People are the same people.

But in the next few photos.

Those people looked weak though.

But the dragon pox symptoms have completely disappeared.

There were no traces of dragon pox on his face.

Obviously, this is a comparison between before taking the medicine and after taking the medicine.

At this time, Dean Bohan once again took out a photo and handed it to Fudge.

"Mr. Minister, look at this again!"

Fudge took the picture again.

I saw that the dragon pox sores on the patient's face in the photo were disappearing rapidly!

Obviously, this is how the patient is recovering after taking medication for detoxification!

At this point, it is enough to prove the effectiveness of Blake's potion.

Fudge began to pass the photo around to everyone present.

When it was Shafiq's turn to look at the photo, all the color on his face suddenly disappeared.

This... a potion recipe that Blake wrote down in one minute... actually worked!

"I think...it's clear to everyone who wins and who loses this round, right?" Fudge asked, looking around at everyone in the venue.

"Minister Fudge, even if Blake didn't invent the life-extending potion and the (Nuo De Zhao) amputated limb regeneration spell, the formula of this potion that can cure dragon pox is enough to give him a Merlin Order of Merlin, First Class. Yes." Dean Bohan said with emotion.

As a healer, he understands better than anyone else that such a special potion can be called a miracle for patients suffering from severe dragon pox who are ready to die!

Everyone in the venue nodded...

This potion recipe is truly worthy of an Order of Merlin, First Class.

Fudge looked at Blake and said a little sourly:

"Congratulations, Blake, you may have won another first-class medal of the Order of Merlin..."

Good guy, everyone comes here to receive medals, just get a medal and go home.

But Blake was different...he took one after another...

Your boy is here to purchase goods, right?

"Mr. Shafik?" Blake looked at Shafik.

Shafiq was trembling all over, "You...don't be proud...you still need to create a new spell to pass!"

Dumbledore finally stood up.

He said coldly: "Shafiq, isn't this magic potion formula enough to prove this child's ability?"

Shafik was so frightened by Dumbledore's terrifying aura that he could not even speak.

In fact, for Blake who has a wishful wand.

Creating a new spell is much easier than creating a new potion recipe!

Because the wishful wand will help him realize the magic, and then turn around and feed the magic back to Blake...

The outcome of this bet has already been decided.

Shafiq cast a pleading look in the direction of the ordinary wizard.

But...Shafiq was horrified to discover...

That ordinary wizard disappeared without knowing when!

Dabao groaned and leaned on a pile of magic potions to rest.

"Zhizhizhi? (You said you did an experiment for ten days in a row? When? Why don't I remember it?)"

Blake hit it on the head.

You villain, don’t talk nonsense about how it is possible for people to write out a recipe in one minute...".