Harry Potter Alchemist Novels & Stories

He no longer can catch up with his son’s pace anymore. “He is also capable of cultivating third-grade elementary pills? Does that mean that Young Master Fane is now a third-grade elementary alchemist? Dear me, this...this young man has a promising future!” Harry exclaimed and continued, “There are several alchemists in our Pavilion of Gods and Kings but the most powerful one is just a second-grade premium alchemist right now. After breaking through into the ultimate god-level, second-grade premium pills don’t have much effect on us in the ultimate god-level. Those pills are incomparable to third-grade elementary pills!” “Young Master Fane is really talented in cultivating pills. After severa

he asked mockingly. "Xavier, how is it possible?" his aunt's voice instantly put him on alert. Even Sebastian sat up straighter. "What happened?" the Alpha King asked. "The magical spell I had cast on the library, the section that comprises books about our Kind has been breached... by a human girl."

While the Red Dahlia represents the power that the potion holds and Rhododendrons symbolizes that the bait is in danger, a danger they never knew and will never escape unless they were given the antidote. As for the hair strands, it will come from the victim, to ensure the target as well as the blood from the bait. I guess that's it. She thought and smiled tiredly. Waverly immediately dialed her butler's number. “Amo, what's the update?” she asked politely. Amo Denzler, the name of her butler. He is only seven years older than her. “Your highness, I found someone. We're on our way to your office.” he replied in a raspy voice.

She pointed at a page in the book. Hannah and Garin moved closer to the table and stared at the spell within the book. The list of things they needed for the potion was quite a lot and they were also rare and hard to find, and it would take them a while to gather it all. “We’ve got some serious work to do,” Hannah said after seeing the list. “Where can we get all of these ingredients?” Garin asked. “I have most of it here in my store. The remaining ingredients won’t be so easy to acquire. We need an Alkili root, the hoof of a baby pig, and…” she hesitated.

As expected of the Lord of a realm, he had so many herbs in his possession. During the process of selecting herbs, James watched the others choose. He noticed that the herbs the alchemists chose were all at least at the Fifteenth Grade and above. This meant that the elixir they would concoct would be at least at the Fifteenth Grade. Even if they made some mistakes along the way and caused the concocted elixir to be flawed, the elixirs would still be above the Tenth Grade. James, on the other hand, could only concoct a Sage Rank’s Tenth Grade elixir at his best.

“Damon somehow was hit with a blood curling curse, but it doesn’t seem like just one thing. I need to get some blood from the wound to find out what exactly was put into this… and who else was there?” “I was…” I answered. “What did the alchemist look like?” Look like? I could barely see his face. He just looked like the grim reaper with his undead army. “I didn’t get a close look at him. He just had on all black, it didn’t even look like a cloak or anything. It just look like black clouds… or something. He just looked dark, I didn’t see his eyes or his face. And I think he was practicing necromancy.”

Moments Later [Rina P.O.V] The Potion Alchemy labs were humid. Smelling of sulfur, crushed nightshade, and the bitter tang of failed ambitions. Row after row of black iron cauldrons simmered under watchful eyes of stone gargoyles perched in the rafters. "Basic oil-burning today, class." Professor Hexton droned. Voice dry as the parchment he clutched. "Stable temperatures. No flair. No explosions." I didn't look up. Already busy at my station. Blue flame beneath my cauldron hissing. On the surface, distilling standard lavender and rosemary oils. Beneath that shimmering floral layer, the real work was happening.

He held a glass vial that glowed with a sickly green light. ​"The bond is complete," the figure said, his voice amplified by magic. "Excellent. Now, the blood will be even more potent." ​The Alchemist had arrived. The Alchemist didn't attack. He simply watched. "Who are you?" Rhea demanded, stepping out of the pool, her shift clinging to her body, her eyes burning gold. "I am the architect of your evolution, Rhea," the Alchemist replied. He threw the vial into the center of the Moon-Pool.

Arielle put on a hood. "Stay close, Sera." "Don't look anyone in the eye." "And if someone touches you..." "Break their fingers." Sera nodded, looking tough. Or trying to. They walked through the crowd. Goblins hawking scrap metal. Dark Elves selling poisons. Arielle ignored them. She was looking for one shop. The Alchemist's Den. Run by a legendary crazy person. Dr. Aris. She found it near the back. A small shop filled with bubbling jars.