Potions Class Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

Changed to a black dress code and wore his head with a cap. He had a bag of safe contained potions. One blue that was in a large tube and the second green was set in a smaller test tube whereas the third one had already been deposited inside a needle shimmering in a bring purple cloth set inside a specimen bag and packed carefully in a small transparent containing case.

she added, walking to the counter. The room looked like a witchery Lab; it had framed worn out, as well as new photos of diverse plants, hung on the walls. The only photo, which carried that of a living being, was the black and white image of a young woman who seemed to be the deceased Queen of the witches. Aside from that, there was a huge counter in the middle, which had several empty concoction bottles, and bowls containing unprocessed herbs littered on it. The room did not fail to give out its sorcery vibes, as two shelves stood facing each other at the opposite walls. I needed no one to tell me what filled the shelves were potions, poison, elixirs and herbs.

The shelves jumped out of the way as he approached. The long table was littered with all sorts of things–potion ingredients (owl feathers, hairs from cat tail, nail of a cougar, bat wings, rattlesnake fangs, and a myriad other things he couldn’t identify), funny looking powder, a pewter cauldron on a gas stove with a ladle beside it, an athame, a wand, a mortar and pestle with what looked like shriveled frogs inside it, a pair of gleaming golden weighing scales, a small broom, a box full of glass bottles, an assortments of herbs, other odds and ends, and a stuffed cat. Or at least, Aaron thought it was a stuffed cat until it jumped down the table, startling Aaron. Keyah let out a yelp.

Sorens voice was full with scorn as he said his words and I felt angry. When he came at me again, i tried blocking him but he just disarmed me with a flick of his wrist. “You see what I mean.” Sorens said. Let me in. The entity raged at the back of my mind. “Gladly.” I tell him and when Sorens look turned to confusion, I answered him. “I don’t need a weapon to kill you.” And then a black orb came out of my hand. Sorens Pov Fuck this. I never expected this to happen. Kastav was a magician? Nobody knew about this. I found myself ducking orbs of darkness lobbied my way, this just proves that I am ill prepared for today.

"I want 20 Vials of each quality of Vitality potions, 80 mana potions, 20 Antidote potions, 100 Vials of low concentrated paralysis potions, and 200 vials of paralysis antidote…" Hearing my order from Elijah, stunned Xalbus. His eyes bulged, he looks towards Elijah and Baroness Lydia alternating between them, before snapping out and telling his staff to immediately pick the potions I ordered. It took them 30 minutes to pack the whole order, each potion was packed inside a wooden chest carefully, the total price of all the potions I bought was 300 gold coins, I casually took out 310 gold coins to pay for all of the potions (10 Gold coins was the tip.), Xalbus was beaming with smiles as he saw

To my count I see 6 bottles in different colors. “I-I...” “This is a leather larp bag made of a magical beast’s skin and it contains a magical essence from the strongest magical beast. Three of the bottles inside are healing potions you can use in times of need; those are the one with white liquids. While the other three are magical potions you can use in times of desperate need, blue is an invisibility potion.... one drop into your mouth will make you invisible to the enemies, red for fire one drop to anywhere can create a fire and the green one is something you can use when facing a fierce monster... one drop to the monster will send that monster running away from you but you need to get t

In the culmination drama of deception and drawing her remaining energy, she asked to see her boyfriend for the last time before the prison warders disposed-off the body according to their custom. When her request was granted, she was gently led to the clinic mortuary to see the boy she poisoned with Gray Death. This was a lethal amalgam combination of heroin, the powerful painkiller fentanyl and carfentanil, an animal tranquilizer hundred times more powerful than fentanyl. She had insidiously put it in the drink she brought for her boyfriend upon recommendation from the veterinary doctor friend. She was told the effects were slow but sure having a hundred percent kill rate.

"Her last gift was alchemy, not just the metal bit, but the alchemy of all substances. You guys might refer to it as using herbs and other things to make potions." All the other gifts that he had mentioned were significantly more powerful than the last one, but it was those fucking word potions that had all the red flags rolling for me. It brought the most painful memories to the forefront. It was the one magic I had seen firsthand and for far too long. "I can’t wait to find out about her gifts," Draco exclaimed. My heart sank at the mention of her powers; for me, they were just a reminder of her legacy and the reason why we would never be able to be together.

Heading out the front door, I avoid all other contact with the people around me, making the track to my potions class that just so happened to be on the other side of campus. It was a decently long walk, but that was the exact reason why I left so early. After the ten minute walk I finally reached the building class was held in and tugged open the door. Walking inside, I slip past even more students and head down the stairs to the basement. It was kind of dreary, but apparently potions have always been held in the same room since the school was opened. Something about the darkness and moisture of being underground helps certain herbs thrive. I'm not sure I really believe it though.

I lean forward to see the owner of the voice and found Carlossmirking. “Aria believes in magic, just not love potions,” Isla piped in. “That’s a shame.” Carlos gave her a smile. I roll my eyes and turn to the professor, who had started teaching. She taught us potions that were relevant to service. She gave us ingredients for a healing potion and a body lightening potion. We start mixing. Lucien hands me herbs and I grind them, trying not to crush them too fine. His hand brushes mine as he adds the powder winking at me. The boys were cracking jokes and for a moment everything feels almost normal, like I am finally in school learning something. Maybe witches weren’t all bad after all……..I coul