Chapter 397: Chapter 395: A Magic Potion Worth 300 Galleons
In the following two hours, Kael detailed everything that happened in the Chamber last year.
Nicolas didn’t care about the process, only asking many details at the beginning and end, including Kael’s feelings when ti reversed, any special phenona around, and even environntal changes.
So questions Kael hadn’t noticed himself; he was busy exchanging knowledge with Riddle and had no mind to pay attention to whether the Chamber was hot or cold.
Two hours later, Kael, his mouth dry, picked up the cold cup of tea on the table and drank it down.
He also suggested using a Pensieve so Nicolas Flal could look for himself.
As the ho of a famous Alchemist, the Pensieve certainly wasn’t lacking, and even if it wasn’t available, Nicolas could probably make one on the spot.
But Nicolas Flal shook his head.
"I must tell you, child, extracting mories isn’t easy; only those Wizards proficient in mory Charms can do it."
"And there’s another point..." he continued, "If I’m not mistaken, you should have learned Occluncy long ago."
Kael nodded.
Occluncy was the Charm he had studied the longest, never stopping over the years, particularly after Rowena Ravenclaw’s reminder.
"Then it’s impossible."
Nicolas said, "For Wizards who have learned Occluncy, no one but themselves can extract their mories, not I, nor Albus."
"Actually, I could try..." Kael said, "Hogwarts once had a professor who was a mory Charm master; he gave
a note docunting all his insights on mory Charms, from which I learned a lot."
"Oh, Hogwarts had a mory Charm master?"
Nicolas Flal looked a bit surprised, "Albus really has an eye for choosing professors; I must admit, in that regard, Beauxbatons falls short of Hogwarts."
"Maybe...that’s the case..." Kael chuckled dryly, not daring to ntion the current situation of that mory Charm master.
A professor with the real identity of a fraudster not only lost his mory but was sent to St Mungo’s Hospital... ntioning this would be quite embarrassing.
Let the misunderstanding be; reacting isn’t important.
Kael hurriedly changed the subject: "I could try..."
"No, it’s still not possible!"
He hadn’t finished speaking before being interrupted.
"Perhaps you want to say you’ve made great progress in mory Charms after reading the notes, but I can’t take the risk..."
Nicolas Flal pointed to his forehead, saying seriously, "Your clever mind is more valuable than what I want to know, so...no!"
"Besides, it’s not necessary; from your description just now, I basically understand the situation."
Nicolas Flal waved his hand, and the surrounding blue lake-colored sculptures and shelves instantly disappeared, replaced by a wall covered in various Magic Text symbols.
Under his direction, several Magic Texts lit up one after another, flashing like stars.
Nicolas muttered, "Unlike existing Ti Turners, its ending thod seems not to match the original ti point, but rather to complete a necessary condition; in this case, these are not needed..."
He waved his hand again, and so Magic Texts on the wall darkened, but more lit up, along with the original ones, totaling hundreds.
Nicolas Flal continuously changed the positions of those Magic Texts, arranging them into different combinations of Talismans, which then stacked to transform into new forms.
Kael did not interrupt him, watching quietly from the side.
Truth be told, he didn’t understand Nicolas’s operation at all and could only try to morize them.
But ten minutes later, Kael gave up.
It was aningless; rembering the permutation and combination of hundreds of different Magic Texts was practically impossible.
Moreover, Kael noticed that Nicolas seed to be rely attempting sothing, essentially drafting, not providing the final answer.
However, what Kael didn’t expect was that Nicolas drafted throughout the entire night.
By the ti he stopped and the Magic Texts darkened, it was already the next morning.
Having watched Advanced Magical Text all night, Kael only felt dizzy and ntally confused.
In contrast, Nicolas appeared even more energized than the previous day.
"Truly amazing..."
"Sorry, Kael, I forgot you were still here..."
Upon noticing Kael’s anomaly, he clapped his hands, summoned Little Elf Tata, and fetched a bottle of light red potion.
"Drink it, it’s good for you."
Kael took the potion and gulped down a mouthful.
In the next second, the dizziness disappeared.
"What is this?"
"A type of Awakening Potion I formulated myself," Nicolas said, "I drink so whenever I need mories from hundreds of years ago; it’s very useful."
Kael nodded, unable to resist asking, "Is brewing this potion troubleso?"
"Not troubleso at all, very simple."
"If you like..."
Nicolas smiled and tapped the table with his finger, and instantly a piece of Parchnt appeared before Kael.
"Consider this my Christmas gift to you."
"Thank you, Nicolas." Kael hurriedly picked up the Parchnt.
The Awakening Potion is indeed useful; although he didn’t need it much at Hogwarts, it could be used for others.
Just in ti, Conna recently started deeply studying Ancient Runes, and this was needed.
Also, Cedric, Cho, and the Weasley Brothers could use it too...
Kael glanced at the Parchnt, then couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Just as Nicolas said, the brewing thod was really simple, requiring only six materials.
But how to put it... the cheapest material was Unicorn horn, priced roughly at fifty Galleons per ounce.
In other words, the brewing cost of this potion at least 300 Galleons.
Kael took a deep breath, expressionless as he folded the Parchnt several tis, stuffing it into his pocket.
As the two left the room, Nicolas was still thrilled by his earlier discovery.
"I feel I’ve found the direction." He said, "But it needs multiple attempts and verification, which might continue for a long ti like just now.
This isn’t very friendly to a 600-year-old man."
They sat at the dining table, and Tata promptly served sumptuous food.
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