Potions Class Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

I touched her forehead and neck but it felt as cold as a marble tile. Suzy started pounding concussions and mixing all sort of herbs together. I removed the necklace from my neck and gave her the prized antidote. I watched her pour five drops of the magic potion into the mortar before picking up a knife to slice her hand. "Everyone come over here, we need some Marshall blood in here," Suzy said as some drop her blood fell into the herbs. I picked up the knife, slashed my wrists, and released some drops of my blood. My wrist started healing up and in some seconds, it was as good as new.

“I think, I misplaced a potion---but I hardly doubt that, I never misplace a potion of such great use and power.” “What kind of potion are you missing out?”I asked as my interest was captured by a missing vial. “Its my memory eraser potion, it is still not a hundred percent perfect, I am still working on it, but it is kind of potent and dangerous when it lands on the hands of anyone who want to use it for their personal interest.”

Isiah took a sip of hot coffee, “Are you sure you cast the right healing spells? He seems more angry than I remember.” “Do you think I could have some of that coffee?” Oren asked. “Sure, Isiah?” Isiah reached into his saddlebag and produced a tin cup. He took the pot off the fire and poured some. He handed it to Cain who in turn helped Knox take a sip. “I think I did okay, Knox. I tried not to use too much of the magic you had stored.” Oren felt for the standing bear Spell Node and found it in his pocket. He checked the magic with a short small spell and the magic was mostly there save for the amount he used the night before to save his life.

I grabbed only two things before locking it all up and replacing the floor: the pouch of pendants and Poe's journal. Kastem started to growl in warning. I could feel the strength of the witches' power coming up the stairs. I shoved the velvet bag into my back pocket and clamped the book under my arm, then turned to open a portal home. It took a moment longer than it should have. Focusing was becoming an issue, and the fact that this was the third portal in less than an hour didn't help either.

, Ntate Mogoadi thought to himself. After listening to her story of a messed up marriage, Ntate Mogoadi gave her three folded papers with brown powders in them. With incantations in between Ntate Mogoadi gave her orders on how to use the medication. He sent her off with the an assurance that her marriage would be restored after following the orders he gave her.

When the witches had settled down in the class, an ice woman walked in and the class suddenly became cheerful. "Miss Elma!" Layana called happily. Elma smiled at her and proceeded to the front of the class. "Well, witches, Miss Elma the druid, at your service." On the desk she laid out different bottles, each containing colourful liquids. "Today we'd be learning about practical potions, unlike elixirs, which are impractical, practical potions do not need tinctures; but they do need a lot of ingredients." She pointed at the four bottles on the table, "with me I have, an avix, an impossium, a forget me broth, and an obessium. I'll need four witches to come out, in front of the class please."

Malick’s POV The smell of sulfur and burnt cinnamon clung to the vaulted classroom like a curse that wouldn’t lift. The air hung thick, weighed down by chalk dust, residual magic, and the faint tang of sweat from long hours of practice. Malick leaned over the blackened cauldron, watching the slick purple liquid churn lazily. Potioncraft had never held his attention—too precise, too reliant on patience. Today, though, it wasn’t the brew that had him distracted.

Maria hastened the process for us and had the potion ready by the early morning of the third day. She packed the bottle and handed it to me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I took it out for a closer look. It was a bottle of deep blue liquid, exuding an aura of formidable power even to the naked eye. I took a sniff and immediately regretted it; the stench was unbearable, far worse than the smell of decay. A potion like this, I thought, might just be lethal if consumed.

she breathed out, her eyes widening in horror. In the meantime, Alexander received a call on his phone from Pristine when he was sitting under the stone pine tree. He picked it up. “Did you find where the potion might be?” asked Alexander. Pristine replied over the phone, “Alex, the potion is not kept at a place which only Becca knows.” “Then?” he questioned. “Where is the potion?” She said, “The potion is with Becca, Alex. She carries it with her. It was useless to go through her belongings.”

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