16

In the suburbs of London, inside the castle

"Not bad, it went better than expected, and it succeeded after only three failures."

In the laboratory, Aaron took off his closed hood.

In front of him was a device with a high-tech feel. Its silver-white appearance looked like a small car engine.

Dense brass pipes were arranged in circles, with hoses connected to the ends, extending to a glass container about 11 inches high and as thick as a thigh. The glass container was filled with about 80% dark brown liquid, and white bubbles were constantly rising from the bottom.

This was a cola maker that Aaron had spent more than three hours making, with a compression tank inside.

Just put the materials in according to the formula ratio he had experimented with, press the switch, and soon the finished cola would be made.

There was also a compression tank to compress the carbon dioxide.

Aaron took out a goblet, turned on the drainage switch, and filled himself with half a cup.

Then he shook it gently like a gentleman.

"Hmm... the drink is evenly distributed in the cup. It's a good drink."

Then he picked up the teacup, put it to the tip of his nose, sniffed it, raised the cup, and tilted his head back.

The cold and stimulating liquid flowed down his throat.

"Great!"

He couldn't help but sigh. This taste, plus the blessing of the system, was many times better than the taste of cola in his previous life.

"Well, give it a name."

The more Aaron looked at the device, the more he liked it. He pondered for a moment and said, "Let's call it Meow Meow Coke."

At the same time, he checked the information about the Coke device in his mind, and his face couldn't help but look a little unnatural.

[Magic Coke Maker: Instantly serve you delicious Coke (before the user presses the switch, they must sing and dance a magical spell with emotion: "I am a sweet little cutie, give me a drink, meow meow meow!" Note: Invalid if the emotions are not full.)]

However, as the creator, he does not need to dance, just press the switch.

Aaron doubted for a moment whether his system had any strange habits.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, this will be placed in The Leaky Cauldron, and he only needs to pay for it...

He has begun to look forward to what will happen when Hannah, Hermione , old bee drink this Coke.

However, something strange appeared in his mind, the scene of Dumbledore dancing the meow dance in front of the Coke machine.

He shuddered with a chill and quickly thought about the dancing of Hannah with twin ponytails several times before the feeling faded.

"Well, there is still time, let's build a robot that loves hygiene."

Alchemy includes alchemy and potion science. At the beginning, the two were inseparable, but later they formed separate branches.

But in the final analysis, they are of the same origin.

In Aaron's bottom prize, there is actually no robot that loves hygiene, but there is a cleaning robot.

But it's not a big problem, it only needs a little modification, which is not a problem for the adventurous alchemist.

Aaron put on the closed hood and pressed it, and the transparent glass suddenly turned black.

"Start welding mode!"

Soon, a burst of sparks and lightning appeared in the laboratory.

…

Somewhere in the heights of Scotland.

A towering castle stands on the other side of the Black Lake, with towers and windows shining in the sun.

Whoosh!

The sound of fluttering robes was heard, and a tall, thin old man in a purple wizard robe suddenly appeared out of nowhere at the gate.

Dumbledore walked into the castle with a smile on his face, and the gate opened automatically.

"You are back, Headmaster Dumbledore. How did it go?"

Filch greeted with a smile at the gatehouse.

"Not bad."

Nodding to the dedicated Filch, he walked towards his room.

He was in a good mood, a magical and talented boy, but also quite a headache.

Most importantly, he began to look forward to tomorrow's coffee.

It must be said that the coffee made by that child was really intoxicating.

"Hmm? Professor McGonagall, you look good. You must have met a very talented wizard, right?"

Dumbledore met Professor McGonagall, who had just returned, in the corridor. He smiled and greeted her.

"You look good, Headmaster."

She couldn't suppress the smile on her face. "Indeed, the Miss Hermione Granger we met today seems to have good talent."

"Most importantly, she has the talent to enter Gryffindor."

"Even the first time she used the wand, she could control the direction of the magic power."

"Although it is a simple spell..."

As she spoke, Professor McGonagall's voice became lower. She asked in confusion, "Professor Dumbledore, what are you laughing at?"

Professor Dumbledore opposite her began to smile as he listened.

This made Professor McGonagall puzzled.

"You may not believe it," Dumbledore said with a smile. He suddenly wanted to see Professor McGonagall's surprised look.

"Do you know why I insisted on personally guiding the little wizard from the Muggle family?"

McGonagall frowned, tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head.

In fact, she was also very curious. Wasn't this the job of professors in the past?

Dumbledore thought of some of the things that happened today and the matter of the admission book a few days ago, and his face became serious.

"A few days ago, the admission book was in a mess, and it was covered with a wisp of white mist."

"When I checked, I found that this strange white gas came from a child named Aaron Brooke from a Muggle family."

"I tried to start predicting…"

Dumbledore paused here, and a trace of emotion appeared on his face that even McGonagall could not see.

"I found that my foresight didn't work for this child!" 

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