allendalepharm 035 Condensation and Interpretation
035 Condensation and Interpretation
Everyone says that the requirements for getting a job in the Ministry of Magic are very high, but they are still no higher than the requirements for professorships at the major magic schools.
This is where the most talented people in the wizarding world gather.
Everyone at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is incredibly awesome.
Aside from Lockhart, who's practically a Muggle.
Shivering.
However, people always need to find their strengths.
Lockhart suddenly discovered that he had a talent for teaching.
This applies not only to teaching children, but also to teaching about dark magic creatures.
Under his tutelage, the little golden retriever can now freely control its influence on the outside world. This level is equivalent to the basilisk, which used to kill whoever it looked at, now being able to control the lethality of its gaze.
And the Boggart, from the same period, was also able to change its body shape according to its own will.
It's important to understand that these dark magic creatures typically need to sense the deepest fears in others' hearts; they need such a template to make changes.
The most surprising thing is that the fairy died unjustly.
Compared to the previous two dark magic creatures, it undoubtedly existed much longer and was already in a stable and mature stage. Under Lockhart's constant exploration and guidance, it even showed some changes in its abilities.
Or it should be described as unearthing potential.
—It began to gain the ability to control the earth!
"Give it a try," Lockhart encouraged.
The wronged fairy glanced at him hesitantly, but seeing the expectation on his face, she mustered her courage and floated to the front of the oak tree, carefully extending her translucent, pale little hand.
The oak tree, which was destroyed by a massive 15-meter Quidditch hole club that flew in through the window, has been in a messy and unsightly state for the past few days.
Lockhart couldn't force it to grow like the "Forest Witch," so he had to use an axe and saw to trim it a bit, and now it looks quite unkempt with its bare skin.
At that moment, a pale little hand gently touched it.
Suddenly, tender green buds sprouted from the broken ends, quickly unfurling their leaves and stretching their branches upwards in the breeze outside the window.
"Yes, yes, that's it, perfect!"
Lockhart exclaimed in amazement, pulled his wand from his pocket, pressed it against his temple, and quickly extracted a memory. "Come on, guide it to grow thick branches according to my design, and weave a small wooden house on it. You can live in it from now on."
The winged demon hanging upside down on a nearby tree trunk suddenly sniffed, quickly opened its eyes, and stared intently at the memory of Lockhart's wand tip fluttering towards the wronged fairy.
Then its vision was blocked by a pair of shattered gold eyes.
The golden retriever's eyes were full of warning.
The winged demon quickly shrank its head, curled up into a ball again, and hung upside down on the tree branch, swaying.
The baby is asleep and knows nothing. Please don't hurt the baby anymore!
It's been getting PTSD from the little golden retriever lately. If it shows even the slightest hint of covetousness towards Lockhart, or even before it can move, its mind is instantly filled with fear, and its body stiffens so much that it can't move at all.
It's fine once or twice, but doing it repeatedly every day has scared it.
Now, when it sees Lockhart, it instinctively dares not show any resistance, not even in the slightest thought.
Sometimes Lockhart would cover its eyes to try and make it sleep. Even though it didn't want to sleep, it didn't dare to struggle and had to obediently pretend to be asleep.
What else could it do? Living among a bunch of dark magic creatures was just too difficult for this magical animal, too difficult indeed.
This time, the winged demon truly understood.
In this house, the one who treats it best is the male wizard who feeds it memories; the others are not human at all!
Yes, they are definitely not human.
But it soon realized it had made a mistake.
After the Fairy of the Wrongfully Killed touched the power of the earth, she began to feel close to it, the guardian summoned by the earth, and learned to be more considerate of its feelings.
This was something that surprised Lockhart.
In contrast to his envisioned treehouse, a branch suddenly extends from under the eaves, hanging a small bird's nest resembling a hanging chair, like a lantern for the treehouse.
They even built a nest for the winged demon.
Not only that, the fairy who died unjustly also caused a large burl to grow on the trunk of the apple tree. As the inside quickly turned black, rotted, and fell off, a small house that looked like a niche appeared there, and its size was just right for the little golden retriever to live in.
The sparse branches and leaves hanging down from above resemble a delicate and unique curtain.
There was another one like this in the hole in the peach tree, which moved Boggart so much that he cried inside.
"Is this okay?"
The wronged fairy floated closer, somewhat shyly with her hands behind her back, and looked up at Lockhart with some trepidation.
"praise!"
Lockhart didn't hold back his praise, exclaiming, "Absolutely perfect!"
Having a certain degree of autonomy, unique creativity, and the possibility of unexpected surprises are all part of the fun in raising dark magic creatures.
He waved his wand, adorning each of their little houses with purple flowers, instantly filling the entire office with a fragrant aroma.
"Knock knock knock~"
There was a knock on the door.
The dark magic creatures quickly hid in their respective huts, their pleasant time together temporarily coming to an end.
Professor Snape was the one who visited.
He finally perfected the "Mischievous Brain Fluid" potion; what used to be a dozen pages in the book was reduced to a thin sheet of paper in his hands.
Lockhart took it and looked at it with some curiosity, then couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"
The steps described there were a clear operational concept, giving people an extremely clean and efficient feeling. He could actually roughly understand the idea behind this potion preparation.
"This is absolutely amazing!"
He couldn't help but marvel.
Snape's lips curled slightly, then returned to their usual composure, as he calmly pointed to the list of materials at the front.
"I have most of the materials here, and I also have a dedicated supply channel for some of the rarer ones. I have already written to the other party and I believe I will receive them soon."
"These are the only three items left. You'd better prepare them yourself, as they are crucial to the final effect of the potion."
The three potion ingredients were highlighted in red.
They are: a bottle of dew, a piece of grass root, and a container indicating where the medicine will be held.
It looks simple, but there are actually many nuances to it.
Snape carefully explained to him, first taking out a small, flat, oval glass bottle about the size of a cigarette box, "You can only collect one drop of dew each day. You need to walk from the noisiest place to the quietest place to collect it. It will take about a month to collect it all."
Lockhart took it with some doubt, pondering how to fulfill this rather strange condition.
Snape gave the answer directly: "The route from your office to the Forbidden Forest gathering grounds passes the school buildings, the owl huts, the greenhouse, the Black Lake, and the Quidditch pitch, which meets all these requirements."
In his eyes, potions were always unique. He explained the meaning of this operation with a touch of poetry: "Life itself has no meaning; everything becomes real on the path we walk."
"Combining it with the roots of the Herb of the School of Sound is my biggest change to this potion. It will effectively prevent you from losing yourself after using the potion."
As he spoke, he pulled out a bag containing a pile of seeds.
The seeds of the Learning Grass are very common. It is a favorite "little pet" of young wizards. When planted in a flowerpot and watered, it will quickly sprout and grow. It learns the sounds it hears around it like a parrot, hence its name.
Snape and Lockhart took the seeds and pointed them out, "These seeds are specially cultivated by me. They will sprout the day after you plant them. You can carry them with you every day and let them hear people calling your name."
He thought for a moment and added, "Ideally, you should be able to collect thousands of times when people call your name or title, or even tens of thousands of times. That would be the most effective way to do so."
Lohat nodded; as a heartthrob, this kind of thing wasn't difficult for him.
"The last one is the container for the finished 'Mischievous Brain Fluid' potion. You'd better make it yourself, as this will make it easier for you to have a wonderful reaction with the potion."
As he spoke, he took out a book and handed it to me, holding the bookmark and opening it. "The best container for brain matter is the bonnet. Pick the simplest one from this book and make one."
Lockhart raised an eyebrow, took the book, and quickly glanced at it.
He has recently been studying the craft of making a Pensieve, so he is very familiar with this subject.
The descriptions listed in the book are almost simplified versions, and even those are simplified versions that lack many important functions.
This is a bit outrageous. What's the point of making a meditation bowl like this?
Temporarily store memories?
He reinserted the bookmark, closed the book, and looked at the cover.
The book is called "The Crucible and the Pensieve".
"This is a monograph that focuses on the study of potions for the mind. Potions Master Erica Maxwell explores how to make the potions in the cauldron more compatible with the mind from the perspective of the Pensieve technique summarized by the predecessors. It is an extremely valuable work."
Snape explained, "This book is from my personal collection, not from the school's library, so I'm giving it to you in the hopes that it will be helpful."
Lockhart was genuinely touched.
This senior student may seem a bit dry and unassuming, but he's actually quite warm and friendly once you get to know him.
This made him a little embarrassed, and he quickly took out the manuscripts he had recently compiled.
To be honest, he had spent a lot of energy on the intensive review program for the senior students in the NEWT advanced class these past few days, and hadn't had much time to polish Snape's manuscript.
There's really no way to deal with this.
He hadn't realized how much these upperclassmen lacked in their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and how Voldemort's curse had had such a profound impact on the lesson, leaving him in a complete mess.
"So many?"
Snape was stunned when he saw the manuscript he produced; the thick stack looked much thicker than the monograph "The Pensieve and the Cauldron" that Snape had given him.
Keep in mind that his own manuscript was only the beginning.
How did Lockhart manage to add so much information?
The key point is that he still seemed quite dissatisfied.
"This can only be considered a first draft; it's still not good enough." Lockhart flipped through the manuscript paper and was indeed not very satisfied.
"so……"
"My understanding of potion-making is still very superficial. Some of the interpretations may mislead readers. You need to mark them so I can revise the manuscript a second time."
Snape, somewhat bewildered, took the thick manuscript and began to read it in disbelief.
He first frowned.
The text here is so poorly written; he had to read several paragraphs before he found the first point of knowledge. It's not concise at all.
Then he became engrossed in watching it.
As he watched, his face suddenly lit up with excitement.
That's the power of words; they possess a magical ability to create a wondrous world for the reader.
Step into this world, and you'll find boundless beauty.
Then knowledge quietly blossoms in the world in a subtle and pervasive way.
"The key to a book's success lies in striking a balance between entertainment and professionalism." Lockhart offered his guidance this time, "Look here, in the original manuscript you mentioned that using leaves that weren't completely dried could lead to an explosive accident. No one would notice such a dry sentence."
"I arranged for a little wizard to fail in an experiment and get his face blown black. Hey, that makes it come alive. Some people will definitely remember it for the rest of their lives."
It was an interesting afternoon.
The two of them, one condensing a thick manuscript into a single page of essence, and the other transforming a few thin pages of essence into a thick stack of manuscripts, exchanged their ideas.
As they chatted, they didn't even realize when they were sitting down, each looking at the wisdom they longed to gain.
The wronged fairy glanced at it timidly, but in the end, she still brought out two cups of drinks that looked like blood.
The little golden retriever followed suit, picking a few peaches from the tree and placing them on a crystal fruit plate on the table.
Time seemed to stand still here.
Only the little golden retriever, seeing that none of them were eating, secretly took a peach and went back, making a crisp, crunchy sound as it ate it one after another.