Virtual but Painful

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Harry focused on the first step of the recipe, adding the nettle leaves to the cauldron. As he did so, the virtual fire beneath the cauldron flickered, heating the leaves and releasing their essence into the water.

He then carefully added the ground snake fangs, watching as they dissolved, creating a reaction that turned the mixture a light green hue. The precision of his movements was crucial; too much or too little of any ingredient could skew the entire potion.

Harry suddenly stopped in the middle of his potion-making, lost in thought. The cauldron in front of him started to react unpredictably, its contents bubbling more vigorously. "Master Harry..." Nigel called out, trying to get his attention, but Harry was deep in contemplation.

"Master Harry, the potion!" Nigel's voice grew more urgent. Harry snapped out of his reverie, but it was already too late. The cauldron began to shake violently. "Take cover, Master Harry," Nigel warned.

"Why, isn't this virtual?" Harry questioned, confused about the need for caution in a simulated environment.

In the next second, he understood all too well. As the cauldron exploded, Harry was thrown back, feeling an intense sensation of burning on his skin and a sharp pain in his stomach. "Nigel? What the hell?" he exclaimed, both startled and in pain.

"Master Harry, this room emulates all feelings to make the experience as realistic as possible. In some potions, you need to feel the heat to determine the next step, so yes, pain is quite real too," Nigel explained, his tone a mix of concern and a matter-of-factness.

Harry grunted as he walked back to the center of the room, where a new cauldron had magically appeared, ready for another attempt. "Why did you freeze?" Nigel asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Harry smiled, still rubbing his sore abdomen. "I was wondering about the snake fangs. Why are they ground and not cut? Or why not grated? The recipe specifies ground, so I can't just throw them in whole, but what about other possibilities? Is it feasible to experiment with their form?"

Nigel's response carried a hint of pride. "This is the first step of discovery, Master Harry. Asking questions. The form of an ingredient can indeed influence a potion's properties. Grinding increases the surface area, allowing for a more rapid and complete reaction."

Harry, his curiosity piqued, prepared for another attempt at the potion. This time, he approached the process with a newfound appreciation for the importance of each step and the potential impact of even the smallest variations.

As he carefully added the ground snake fangs to the cauldron, ensuring they were evenly distributed, Nigel offered more insights. "Potion-making is not just a science; it's an art. The precision of your technique, your understanding of each ingredient's role, and even your intuition all play a part in the final outcome."

Harry nodded, focused on the task at hand. He followed the recipe meticulously, adding each ingredient at the precise moment and in the exact quantity required. The potion gradually changed color, first to a light green, then to a deeper emerald hue.

"Notice the change in color, Master Harry. It's a good sign. It means the ingredients are reacting as they should," Nigel observed, his voice calm and encouraging.

Harry then added the porcupine quills, stirring the potion slowly to ensure they were fully dissolved. He watched with satisfaction as the mixture began to thicken, turning into a consistent, smooth texture.

"The key is in the stirring, Master Harry. Not too fast, not too slow. Just like life, it's all about finding the right balance," Nigel quipped, his tone lightening the seriousness of the moment.

As the potion neared completion, Harry's confidence grew. He had learned from his previous mistake and was now more aware of the subtle cues indicating the potion's progress.

"Almost there, Master Harry. Just a few more stirs and you should be done," Nigel guided, his voice a steady presence in Harry's mind.

Harry took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he completed the final steps of the recipe. The potion in the cauldron now had a rich, velvety texture, and its aroma was a complex blend of the various ingredients he had used.

"There you have it, Master Harry. Your first successfully brewed potion in the Virtual Potion Crafting Room. Well done," Nigel praised, his tone genuine and warm.

Harry, feeling content but driven to improve, requested Nigel to show his mastery level of the potion. A virtual circle appeared in his vision, filling up with a blue bar that climbed steadily before halting at 56%. "Not bad for a first attempt," Nigel commented, his tone devoid of the usual sarcasm, but Harry shook his head in mild disagreement.

"This is the most basic potion, Nigel, using only four ingredients. There's nothing particularly praiseworthy about it, especially since I followed the instructions exactly," Harry reasoned, his voice reflecting a mix of determination and humility. "To increase my mastery to 80%, I need to not only perfect this recipe but also enhance it, right?"

"Indeed, Master Harry," Nigel replied, the corners of his virtual mouth hinting at a smirk. "Perfection is a journey, not a destination. And in your case, the journey involves bubbling cauldrons and the ever-looming threat of an explosive disaster. Quite thrilling, if you ask me."

Harry chuckled at Nigel's dramatic depiction. He then set about cleaning up the virtual potion lab, his mind already racing with ideas on how to improve the potion. As he worked, Nigel's voice continued to offer insights and occasional quips, keeping the atmosphere light yet focused.

"Master Harry, have you considered the impact of varying the boiling time for the snake fangs? Or perhaps experimenting with the order in which you add the ingredients?" Nigel suggested, his tone indicating genuine curiosity.

"That's an interesting thought," Harry mused, pondering the possibilities. "The boiling time could affect the potency of the fangs, and changing the order might alter the potion's properties in unexpected ways."

"Exactly, Master Harry," Nigel affirmed. "Potion-making is as much about experimentation as it is about following recipes. It's an art form where creativity can lead to remarkable discoveries."

Harry nodded, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of exploring the uncharted territory of potion innovation. He exited the Virtual Potion Crafting Room, his mind buzzing with ideas.

Once back in his room, Harry decided to spend some time studying the history of magic, particularly the origins of potion-making. He opened his digital library, scrolling through the virtual pages of an old tome titled "The Alchemical Arts: A Historical Perspective."

As he read, Nigel's voice provided commentary, adding context and occasional humorous observations. "Did you know, Master Harry, that some of the earliest potions were brewed in cauldrons so large they could fit a grown man? Makes your standard-sized cauldron look rather quaint, doesn't it?"

Harry laughed, picturing the absurdity of such gigantic cauldrons. "I suppose potion-making has come a long way since then."

"Indeed, it has," Nigel replied. "From alchemists' secretive concoctions to the refined art it is today, potions have always been a blend of science, magic, and a dash of mystery. And let's not forget the occasional explosion for good measure.

"It's fascinating to see how potions have evolved over the centuries," Harry remarked, his eyes scanning the pages of the digital book. "The principles remain the same, but the techniques and applications have become so much more sophisticated."

"Ah, the relentless march of progress," Nigel quipped. "Today's potion masters stand on the shoulders of their predecessors, each generation adding their own discoveries and innovations to the cauldron of knowledge. Quite poetic, don't you think?"

Harry smiled, appreciating Nigel's way of making even the most mundane topics seem intriguing. "It is poetic, Nigel. And it's amazing to be a part of this legacy, learning and hopefully contributing to it one day."

"As you will, Master Harry," Nigel said, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "With your curiosity and determination, I have no doubt you'll leave your mark on the world of potion-making. And who knows, perhaps one day, future students will be reading about your groundbreaking concoctions."

The idea of being remembered for his contributions to the magical world filled Harry with a sense of purpose and excitement. He closed the digital book, feeling a sense of accomplishment after a day of productive study and experimentation.

"Thank you for your guidance today, Nigel," Harry said, a note of gratitude in his voice. "I couldn't have done it without you."

Nigel's response was a rare moment of sincerity, devoid of his usual sarcasm. "It's been my pleasure, Master Harry. Assisting you on this journey is as rewarding for me as it is for you. And remember, our adventures have only just begun."

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