Chapter 675： Potions Championship Traditions

Chapter 675: The Tradition of the Potions Championship

Hutok didn’t stay here too long. He came to the Extraordinary Apothecary Association for other things. It was more than enough to come and pick them up after the things were done. It would take an hour to brew the elation potion anyway.

 In fact, the time for the entrance examination is also one hour.

There is a large hourglass in front of them. Once the assessment begins, Mr. Eugene will turn the huge hourglass upside down.

It’s just that Albert really doesn’t understand. Is it so difficult to make a mechanical clock?

 “Are you okay?”

The two of them each found a seat, inspecting the tools on the table that were used to process medicinal materials and brew potions, while whispering, not feeling nervous at all about the upcoming assessment.

The elixir of joy is a potion in "Advanced Potion Making", and Albert has just finished fourth grade and has obviously not been exposed to "Advanced Potion Making" yet, let alone brewing the potion in it.

 Isobel never denied Albert's talent, but if he has not cooked it before and does not know the recipe, no matter how talented he is, there is nothing he can do.

Albert knew what Isobel meant and said with a smile: "It's not difficult, I have brewed this kind of potion before."

Albert has naturally read Snape's "Advanced Potion Making" and has not forgotten to learn some useful tips from it.

 Happiness potions are actually very suitable for use as joke props, so Albert once helped Fred and George get through some of them to make the happy candies they imagined.

While the two were chatting, Mr. Eugene had already brought them all the materials needed to make the elation potion. Each person only had one copy, and failure was not allowed. This was also considered a kind of assessment.

 After all, it’s not like being in school. There aren’t that many materials for you to practice and waste. What’s more, there isn’t enough time for them to try a second time.

“Sir, I also need some peppermint.” After checking the materials assigned to him, Albert raised his head and said to Mr. Eugene.

 “Peppermint?”

Mr. Eugene's hand that was about to turn the hourglass upside down paused and he looked at Albert in surprise, but he soon realized something and nodded to express that it was okay.

Given Hutok’s character, the younger generation that he can value is obviously not a simple thing.

 What kind of people have what kind of friends.

It is not surprising that the opponent can improve the potion.

“Just add peppermint to the elixir?” Eugene thought carefully for a while, and probably guessed the possible use of peppermint, and looked at Albert with a bit of appreciation.

Eugene agreed to help Bernard cheat his grandson and let him pass the entrance test. This was to give President Bernard some face and was a humane thing.

 As for Bernard’s little thoughts, Eugene actually didn’t care. If Guy Bernard is not talented in potions, no matter how hard President Bernard tries to help, it will just be like that.

 After Eugene turned the hourglass upside down, Albert and Isobel began to process the potion materials.

Both of them were quite skillful at peeling the shriveled figs, and they had time to chat with Eugene about the magic school potion championship.

Eugene didn’t mean to hold back at all and told the two of them the competition methods of the Magic School Potions Championship:

Students must go deep into the magic garden, collect materials themselves, and come back within the specified time to prepare the collected potion materials into potions.

Whose potion is more difficult and of excellent quality, the jury will select the winner through scoring.

 “Why are you telling us this.”

Albert was dicing the peeled figs, and threw two-thirds of the figs into the crucible. He watched the potion inside gradually turn green, and then slowly stirred it with a spoon until the color turned blue.

 Compared with him, Isobel's progress is slower. But he was very stable, following his own pace, and was not affected by Albert and Eugene's words at all.

"Even if I don't tell you the rules of the competition, Hutok will probably tell you." Eugene said sarcastically: "Cheating has always been part of the tradition of the magic school potions championship."

 “I think that’s right.”

Albert is not surprised that cheating occurs in games. This kind of thing happens everywhere.

“However, cheating to win the magic school potion championship will not give you a good reputation.” Eugene suddenly said mysteriously.

“Because most of the people who can win the championship are the best in this field?” Isobel glanced at Eugene and said calmly.

“The wizards who have also won the Magic School Potions Championship all have extraordinary achievements. You are just mediocre. People will naturally think that you cheated if you can win the championship.” Albert blocked what Eugene wanted to say.

At this moment, the color of the potion in his crucible has turned yellow.

"Yes, if the wizard who wins the championship accomplishes nothing in the field of potions in the end, don't even think about it. That wizard must have used some despicable means to cheat to win the championship, and he will be cast aside by countless peers." Eugene Looking at the two people who were talking to him and brewing the potion, he nodded with satisfaction.

 Really stable.

 They are all good seedlings.

"In the Extraordinary Wizards Association, everyone believes that those who are identified as cheaters will be ridiculed by their peers and will not dare to stay in this circle." Eugene thinks this approach is right, because There is no shortage of wizards who want to cheat to win the championship.

That kind of stuff deserves to be the laughing stock of everyone.

"It's good to do this. Only with strength can people be convinced, and the golden crucible trophy is more authoritative." As he spoke, Albert added the thorn feathers into it and stirred it counterclockwise against the boiling potion. Four times, let the potion simmer.

 As the thorn's feathers melt, the potion will gradually turn purple.

Every time he prepared a potion, Albert always found it incredible. Sometimes he would even wonder if the potion he was brewing was concentrated sulfuric acid, otherwise how could it melt the feathers.

After the potion in the crucible changed, Eugene saw Albert adding peppermint to the potion.

 Sure enough, this process is to counteract the occasional side effects of singing too much and twisting your nose, without destroying the effect of the elation agent.

As for whether it is orthodox or not, Eugene actually doesn't care. Medicines require continuous improvement by pharmacists to make progress.

Eugene stopped chatting with the two of them and went to make preparations. They were both qualified. It didn’t matter whether they watched next or not.

 After all, anyone who has time to chat with him obviously has a solid foundation in potions.

 After adding seven drops of castor oil to the pot of potion and stirring continuously, the color of the potion gradually turned brown.

Albert threw the remaining figs in and continued to simmer until the potion turned pink. Then he put the juice of the sleepy beans crushed with a silver knife into the crucible, and the potion immediately turned orange as mentioned in the book.

 The next step is to add the mugwort infusion while stirring slowly until the potion in the crucible turns yellow, and then gently wave the wand to complete the final touches.

It is said that waving a wand is a key step in making potions, similar to injecting magic into potions to transform them into magical potions.

In fact, after Albert waved the wand, the joyful agent in the crucible immediately turned into a golden liquid as bright as the sun, and the air exuded an alluring smell.

 Pretty perfect.

 The whole process took about forty minutes.

After turning off the engine, Albert did not bother Isobel and waited slowly beside him. Isobel’s movements were equally fast, and she was fine soon.

Her crucible was also filled with an alluring sun-like golden liquid, but it lacked a hint of mint flavor, but was obviously more authentic.

"It's perfect. Your elixirs are all very complete. Especially Mr. Anderson, your fantastic ideas really surprised me." Eugene tasted a little of Albert's elixirs and nodded with satisfaction. "You added some peppermint to offset the occasional side effects of singing too much and twisting your nose, right? What a genius idea!"

"No, this is not my inspiration. I read in a book that someone had done this. It is said that it can reduce the possible side effects of euphoria." Albert did not take the credit for this achievement.

 “Oh, you are such an honest boy,” said Eugene.

"You can keep the improved formula, which will give you a certain amount of points." Hutok walked in happily, said hello to Eugene, and left with the two of them.

When the three of them passed the front desk, Hutok handed the two forms that passed the examination to the witch behind the counter.

"Mr. Anderson, Miss Isobel, congratulations on becoming members of the Extraordinary Wizards Association. After the membership cards are made, an owl will send them to you. By the way, please pay the membership fee of the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association in advance." The witch said He smiled at Hutok behind them and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Hutok, you have found two good seeds."

 (End of this chapter)