Chapter 26 A bold idea
Andrew actually has a full schedule today.
In theory, after finishing Potions class, he should find an empty classroom to practice the transfiguration of complex objects he had just figured out, and then think about his thesis and prepare for the afternoon group meeting after dinner.
Even the evening is not allowed to be free. The astronomy class of the first grade is tonight. Although it is closer to the lounge, there is not much time left to use.
But he still found a secluded place to sit down and started scribbling on his notebook with a pencil - today's potions class touched him more than the transfiguration.
Of course, it was not Professor Snape who affected him, but the potion itself.
Although he did not major in chemical engineering, he still noticed the absurdity of potions - this is a discipline that is intertwined with rigor and magic.
'No, no, no, it's not like that, it's not like that...'
Andrew quickly denied his thoughts, 'It's just that I haven't found its rules. I'm just using magic to cover up things I don't know...'
'Besides, this is not a conflict...'
He wrote a few words in his notebook and crossed them out. After repeating them several times, he finally determined what it was that touched him.
With some joy, Andrew wrote this sentence in his notebook.
[As far as my current understanding is concerned, the essence of the generation of magic potions is to decompose the magical properties of the materials in the crucible, and obtain the intermediate products of the reaction under specific conditions. 】
It's definitely not exact, but it's the best explanation Andrew can sum up right now.
Afterwards, Andrew added something that touched him.
[As I understand it, the essence of transfiguration is to allow an object to transform under the influence of magic power into an intermediate state that is neither the original nor the real deformed object. Therefore, can transfiguration be used to seal the extracted objects? Magic ingredients, or even, using this special state to replace the production of potions? 】
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I wrote this?
Andrew looked at the two sentences above and pointed at himself with his finger, with a funny expression, as if he had seen a diary recording his childhood wishes - is this something he should think about?
There are as many potion masters as there are in the magic world, and there are as many transfiguration masters as there are carps crossing the river. If such a thing was possible, wouldn’t it have been developed long ago? It was his turn, a pure newcomer who had just entered the magic world less than three days ago, to do it?
But what if?
After thinking for a while, Andrew finally decided to erase this bold ambition with a smile, but after taking one last look at the notebook, he was still not willing to destroy this arrogant idea.
"Don't think so much, just practice the transformation skill honestly first. If the potion really doesn't work, just spend money on practicing..."
He shook his head helplessly - even if it was put on a potion, practice makes perfect.
It's just that it would be a huge expense. Although they purchased a standard set of potion ingredients when they entered school, those things were only auxiliary materials, and the school provided the main materials for each experiment of brewing the potion.
This means that if you want to practice potions in private, you have to buy all the materials yourself, and even if you make the finished product, you can hardly get back any blood.
This is still the most basic. After he has reached a certain level of proficiency in potions, he still needs to purchase a large amount of potion raw materials to analyze which part of the magic material properties are used in potion cooking... In this step, Not even a single galleon can be saved.
'flower…'
Andrew gritted his teeth and made this decision. If it didn't work out, he would blame Deng - no, he would blame Gryffindor and scold the editorial department!
After making this decision that almost burned galleons, Andrew resolutely stuffed his notebook into his backpack and walked towards the outside of the castle. Before lunch time, he decided to test a method he had just thought of. Transfiguration problem.
After about ten minutes, he found a rope that met his requirements, and then began the first step of transfiguration practice, weaving knots. ‘I’m still not able to make complex deformations of simple objects, so I’ll try to reverse it, use complex but simple models to perform simple deformations, and then reversely explore the principles through destruction. ’
Unfortunately, he couldn't remember the complicated knots. After tying a few simple knots, Andrew almost couldn't wait to turn the rope into a wooden stick, and then without hesitation used the simplest way to destroy it - pointing at the wooden stick. The stick was placed on the edge of the podium, and then it was kicked towards the slope.
He heard the crisp sound of the wooden stick breaking, but unfortunately, at the moment when the whole was destroyed, the wooden stick turned into a soft rope and fell to the ground, but the rope itself was not destroyed.
'It's no different from what I tried before, but what if it looks like this...'
Andrew re-cast the Transfiguration spell and got the ink onto the stick - this time a very thin patch of dry ink fell when it was destroyed.
'interesting…'
This time Andrew put ink on the rope.
The wooden stick was intact, and after the deformation came back, the ink marks were still on the rope.
'No change...It's the same as before, even the position of the ink on the knot is the same...'
‘So, what about sticks made of two materials with the knot as the dividing line? ’
He increased the difficulty, but the result was unsatisfactory...the sticks he created looked like unprocessed branches.
'normal…'
"Then...the last step...use the stick to create a knotted rope..."
Andrew tapped the broken broom handle with his wand.
A very strange rope appeared - it had a knot that could not be untied. Even if Andrew used magic to assist, the strong knot could not be untied. It seemed as if it existed when it was woven.
But a smile appeared on Andrew's face. It wasn't quite a success, but it was progress - his guess and practice were in the right direction.
'Perfect practice, I'll be ready to write my first paper...if all goes well. ’
He put the poor broomstick back, then happily used the levitating spell to untie the rope by itself, and then waved the wand to make it hover perfectly in the backpack.
'I always feel that something is wrong...not the environment, not the classroom, not the classmates, but my own senses...forget it, just forget it...'
He thought for a while, but finally gained nothing - and then happily left the empty classroom with the joy of harvest, and walked quickly towards the cafeteria.
This afternoon he was going to face a group of people who didn't share the same ideals, but he had to pretend to be friendly with them in order to blend in. Thinking of this tiring situation, he really couldn't fool himself during the meal. .
(End of this chapter)