110- Wish-fulfilling Potion

110- Wish-fulfilling Potion

Rhys's intuition told him that if it weren't for Daphne's exceptionally outstanding performance, Dumbledore might have shamelessly awarded the House Cup to Gryffindor.

This guy, he wasn't exactly like the Gryffindors Rhys had known. He was about to share this thought with Daphne, but Dumbledore's next words caught his attention.

"Miss Granger's achievements are undoubtedly linked to her talent, but we cannot ignore her diligence," Dumbledore said. "Madam Pince informed me that Miss Granger has spent over a thousand hours in the library this year. I believe this is a significant reason for her success. I encourage everyone to follow Miss Granger's example and spend more time in the library."

Dumbledore's words made Hermione blush deeply. She had never imagined that her actions could influence the outcome of the House Cup. Meanwhile, the rest of the students in the Great Hall were stunned by the phrases "full marks in all subjects" and "over a thousand hours."

To put it into perspective, students arrive at Hogwarts on September 1st, and the term ends in mid-July, with a three-week Christmas break in between. That leaves less than 300 days at school. For Hermione to have spent over a thousand hours in the library means she spent nearly four hours there every single day!Rêađ latest cha/p/ters on no/v/e/l(b)in(.)c/o/m

The figures were astonishing—especially considering she had seven classes to attend as well!

Rhys raised an eyebrow in surprise. Over a thousand hours—that was no small feat. Even Rowena Ravenclaw, who loved reading, couldn't achieve that because she was often entangled with "worldly matters" and rarely had time to sit down and read quietly. She had tried to make more time for herself, but in the end, her efforts had failed, and she'd inadvertently caused some trouble for her old friends as well.

And so, the end-of-term feast concluded amid twists and turns. As the students savored their last moments at school, Rhys once again ventured into the dungeons, this time accompanied by Daphne.

Unlike before, Rhys had made thorough preparations for this visit.

"I think it's necessary to explain the purpose of our mission before we begin today," he said softly. "Today, I'm here to save a fallen soul—this mission is extremely dangerous. You can turn back at any time; this is not a test or a joke."

Daphne laughed, completely disregarding Rhys's warning and instead changing the subject. "That sounds familiar. When we went with Hagrid to rescue the unicorn, he said something similar."

She then asked, "Who is this person we're supposed to save? If it's really dangerous, should we bring your big snake and my nightmare creature? If things get too intense, they could at least buy us some time."

Now it was Rhys's turn to laugh.

In no time, the mist left outside solidified, and a chubby rabbit appeared before them. It had gray fur and eyes like rubies, resembling the rabbits often seen nibbling on pumpkin leaves in Hagrid's pumpkin patch.

The rabbit didn't seem particularly intelligent. After glancing at Rhys and then at Daphne, it simply sat down and began grooming itself with its front paws.

"Amazing!" Daphne exclaimed, attempting to pick up the adorable rabbit. However, she startled it, causing the rabbit to dart away. But after only a few steps, it abruptly burst into a cloud of silver mist, dissipating rapidly.

"Objects created by the potion are tied to our presence," Rhys explained. "When they move too far away, they dissipate—so the food conjured by the potion won't truly satisfy hunger. It only tricks your brain into feeling full."

Daphne hesitated, but Rhys anticipated her thoughts, telling her that using the potion to conjure food to eat wouldn't work.

"Then wouldn't this be the ultimate weight-loss tool?!" Daphne exclaimed, thrilled at the idea. "Just conjure a feast with the potion, eat it, feel full, and not gain any weight—this is like a dream come true!"

"This little bottle could easily sell for fifty Galleons," Rhys reminded Daphne to be a bit more realistic. If she wanted a weight-loss potion, he could easily make something that accelerates metabolism and burns energy—those kinds of potions are cheap and cost just a few Sickles to produce.

"The price is actually quite reasonable..." Daphne muttered under her breath, clearly contemplating asking Rhys to teach her how to brew such a potion.

Rhys, accustomed to Daphne's extravagant tendencies, wasn't surprised. The Greengrass family had always been this way, ever since her ancestor "Dragonheart."

He extracted a memory from his own temple with his wand and added it to the remaining potion mist.

This time, the purple mist didn't transform into any specific object. Instead, it turned into a mass of sky-blue fog, appearing more solid than the purple mist from before.

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