048- Blood fusion Potion

"I would say that at least their imagination is quite rich." Snape's figure appeared from a corner in the headmaster's room, his face gloomy.

Snape who had just watched the gang accuse him, dispelled the Dillushionment charm and walked out... Snape felt that maybe he was too lenient and gave few detentions. Next time, maybe he should work harder...

"This was not just their imagination Severus, we know it's real." Dumbledore reminded him and then gave Snape a little helplessly look. If Snape hadn't targeted Harry frequently every time, he wouldn't have been n the suspect list.

But Dumbledore was very aware of Snape's unique feelings for Harry, and he could not persuade Snape to make any change.

"So?" Snape said lightly, staring at Dumbledore with his hollow gaze. "The things about Quirrell are now a little more clear. He and Voldemort must have a connection. What are you going to do about him?"

Dumbledore did not reply but fell silent instead.

"You know you won't be able to stop Quirrell or the Dark Lord just relying on those crappy traps under the trapdoor?" Snape was puzzled, and then suddenly realized something.

"Or have you planned those trials for Potter and his friends?"

Snape looked at Dumbledore and continued sarcastically."Let a few first-year students go through numerous difficulty levels to face and defeat the Dark Lord? Ah... what a great adventure..."

Snape's tone became angrier and angrier. He wondered if Dumbledore had read too many heroic novels recently, or maybe he had dementia, otherwise, how could he have such an absurd idea.

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted Snape's words.

"You should know that I can't protect Harry all the time, proper growth is necessary. At least right now I still have the ability to control the danger within a controllable range."

Speaking of this, Dumbledore paused for a moment, and his face flashed with worry highlighting his true age.

"I'm old, I can feel my strength is gradually declining, but Tom is different. Although he is very weak right now, as long as he does not die, one day he will regain his strength and even become stronger... If we don't find a way for Harry to grow stronger, then we can't do anything..."

"Within the controllable range? That's Voldemort!" Snape spoke louder with every word. Although it was clear that Dumbledore was telling the truth, he still couldn't accept it.

It is true that Harry had a protective magic set by Lily, so that Voldemort cannot touch or directly harm Harry.

But this kind of magic was not invincible, Voldemort can use other methods to bypass the restrictions, and indirectly kill him and the rest.

Like simply, Harry can be burned to ashes by the Fiendfyre spell...

"Nothing is absolutely certain Severus, you should be clear about the content of the prophecy. We must prepare for the worst!" Dumbledore insisted.

"You don't think you can survive till that day, so you are pinning your hopes on Sybill Trelawney's prophecy? With the help of the Philosopher's Stone... you can definitely live forever."

Snape looked at Dumbledore disappointedly, unable to understand why the so-called greatest light wizard of the century put his hopes on an eleven-year-old child. It was obvious that the Philosopher's Stone was here right now, and immortality was within his reach, Dumbledore has enough time to deal with this matter.

"Sometimes it's not always a good thing to be alive." Dumbledore looked away from the Mirror of Erised and turned to Snape.

"And I also said that it was in the worst case, maybe it will go well...maybe," Dumbledore said in a relaxed tone, but his frowned brows were not loosened.

After all, what happened eleven years ago was the best proof of prophecy. He didn't believe it, which was why he was anxious to train Harry."I just hope that you still remember the agreement between us." After Snape finished speaking, with a sullen expression, he turned and walked out of the headmaster's room.

Even if Dumbledore was unwilling to act, he had to do something within his power.

For example, to warn Quirrell...

...

Ivan, who came out of the headmaster's room, didn't know that there was another conversation going on inside.

Ivan, who was not going to waste his experience card, took advantage of the remaining time and found a reason to distract Harry and others, and rushed to the potion storage room in the room of requirement room alone to make the blood fusion potion.

Although the most important ingredient was still missing, it takes a long time to make the potion itself, so Ivan could start preparing.

Dried Nettle, black hellebore petals, buckthorn, black bat spleen...

From the cabinet in the storage room, Ivan took out the required potion ingredients and prepared them in advance one by one, and then put a portion of the potion materials into the cauldron according to the steps, and then brewed them according to the method given by the system.

Grinding...cutting... Stirring...

Under the effect of the learning experience card, the speed of his brain was increased by a hundred times, Ivan's action flowed from one activity to another, it is not like it wasn't his first time making it, and there is no mistake from beginning to end.

Ivan also realized why only Level 4 potions was needed in the state of the learning experience card to brew this advanced potions that originally required Level 6 potions. The improvement of this state was indeed very powerful.

A large number of precious medicinal herbs were added to the cauldron by Ivan, and the brewed, things got chaotic, the mixture turned gray, and a faintly pungent smell started emitting.

However, this was according to the recipe. Next, he only had to wait for a while until the potion in the cauldron slowly became as transparent as water, it proved that it was more than almost finished.

The last thing needed was to add dragon blood to it, and then it's done...

[Remaining time: 00:11:09...]

"It took about thirty minutes." Ivan glanced at the remaining time of his experience card in the system tab.

The speed of making potions was much faster than he had estimated. He was already prepared to spend another 100 grade points.

In the remaining eleven minutes, Ivan practiced wand-based magic such as the Transfiguration and the Levitating charm, and before the time ended, he almost managed to raise the Transformation spell to level 4. Only then did Ivan leave the room of requirement with a satisfied expression.

Walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, Ivan was hesitating whether to go to the library or dormitory, but he saw two familiar figures, their tongues were several times bigger than usual and they couldn't close their mouth.

"George? Fred?" Looking at their funny faces, Ivan wanted to laugh loudly, but then suddenly remembered that he had given them two Ton-Tongue Toffees at Christmas.

So this should be his fault?

maybe he should run away?