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In a spooky castle outside London

"Mix 4 and 1/3 of pearl powder with water…"

"Plus a low-end version of acromantula venom, and a low-end version of the Chameleon tincture."

"Well... this should be fine."

In front of the laboratory table, Aaron Brooke, wearing a self-made closed hood and a full-body latex suit, used the light of the incandescent lamp next to him to pour the materials in the glass test tube into the beaker in front of him and mix them evenly.

As he stirred, the materials in the beaker began to merge, then expanded rapidly like the Pharaoh's snake.

When they expanded to the edge of the cup, the materials inside suddenly exploded with a "poof."

This was almost expected.

So, at the moment of the explosion, Aaron was as agile as a cheetah and dodged the broken glass splashed by the explosion.

Failure is the norm in alchemy.

And bold experiments are the core of it.

He used ordinary black widow venom and tincture of chameleon instead of invisibility potion. The original materials.

This itself is just an experiment without any results.

But in Aaron's motto: Even if the experimental materials require the tincture of God, he will try to get it. Failure is not a reason not to start.

Stepping on the broken glass, he sprayed the inhibitor on the Pharaoh's Snake that was still rapidly expanding on the laboratory table, and everything returned to calm with a sizzling sound.

Aaron took off the closed hood and took a deep breath of the air mixed with the strange smell of the laboratory.

Under the messy flaxen hair was a pale and childish face of about eleven or twelve years old.

The pair of azure blue pupils were particularly bright, without revealing a trace of frustration caused by failure.

On the contrary, there was a flash of excitement.

"Where is the most magical material? Of course, it's Hogwarts!"

"Where are the most materials? Of course, that's Snape's laboratory!"

The young man turned his eyes and looked towards a place on the experimental table. His deep blue eyes stopped on a yellowed kraft paper envelope.

Today, an owl came to visit unexpectedly.

Knowing that this was the world of Hogwarts, Aaron decided to try to make some magic potions from his previous life [Harry Potter] on a whim.

Yes, he is not from this world.

He was reborn in this world similar to 19th century Britain.

His parents died unexpectedly when he was one year old and left him a large sum of property, so he lived with his aunt until he was eight years old.

But this aunt didn't seem to have a good impression of him.

At the age of five, he was bound to the [Super Alchemy System.]

As long as he successfully refined an effective finished magic potion or magic prop, he could get alchemical value.

Alchemical value can be used for lottery, so over the years, Aaron has used rewards to strengthen his body and eyesight.

Now, his physical strength is comparable to that of an adult cheetah, and his eyesight is better than that of a falcon. He is a true humanoid killing weapon.

In short, the more magical and powerful the things he refines, the higher the reward, even: life span!

But the magical potions and props he refines all have a... strange side effect.

For example, when he was eight years old, he refined a potion that could temporarily make a dog energetic, and gave it to his aunt's dog.

The effect was indeed very significant, and the dog jumped up and down all over the house.

But the side effect is... constant diarrhea.

Amid his aunt's screams, Aaron realized that he might not be able to stay in this family anymore.

He found a man and made to deal with him to legally adopt him and let him use his money and do no interference in his like , ofcourse the poor man was paid 3000 euro by him.

So he took the inheritance and asked someone to find an ancient castle on the outskirts of London.

These days, money can solve a lot of problems.

This makes his experiments easier, and the consequences can be well controlled.

"Magical wizard world"

"I have waited for this day that countless children have been looking forward to."

Aaron chuckled, took off his rubber gloves and picked up the letter.

There was a wax seal and a shield emblem on the letter. The capital letter H was surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

He tore open the envelope and spread out the letter paper:

[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

Principal: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Magical Confederation, First-Class Magician of Merlin's Peerless Order, Chief Magician of the Wizengamot.)

We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Attached is a list of required books and equipment.

In addition, in view of your family environment, we will send a professor to your home tomorrow morning to answer questions and provide guidance.］

"It seems that the school doesn't know that I no longer live with my aunt's family."

Aaron pondered.

However, as a young wizard from a Muggle family, they don't have the guidance of elders like wizards.

They need a professor to guide them how to get to the Leaky cauldron and how to enter Diagon Alley.

"I'm really looking forward to the wizarding world!"

Aaron is already looking forward to which professor he will meet tomorrow.

…

The next day, before dawn, around 6 a.m., Aaron had already gotten up early and was waiting on the sofa on the first floor.

In fact, he was so excited that he almost didn't sleep all night.

The light on the first floor of the castle was dim, but it didn't matter. The system had modified his eyes a year ago so that he could see in the dark.

He wore a decent suit and made himself a cup of coffee.

"To be or not to be, this is a question worth pondering."

A deep and old London accent suddenly sounded from the sofa next to him.

Aaron didn't show any surprise on his face, but took a sip of coffee and turned his head away:

"I have been thinking about this question for a year, but there is still no answer?"

At this time, the sky outside was slightly white, and light was spilling in from the small window of the castle. A monkey was leaning on his chin with one hand, thinking.

The monkey was like a wise man, with vicissitudes and wisdom in his eyes.

"To be or not to be, this is a question worth pondering."

The monkey said the same thing.

Aaron was speechless. This monkey was the product of the wisdom potion he made a year ago. It was indeed wise, but it also seemed not to be.

Since the day he drank the potion, he kept repeating this sentence.

"Master! This damn monkey has been mumbling all night!"

"I'm so fed up! I want to kill this monkey!"

"I'm going to beat him!"

The cursing voice came from the gate of the castle, and the dirty words made Aaron speechless.

This is another product of the wisdom drug: a parrot that became as fat as a chicken after drinking the potion.

This parrot is indeed much more successful than this monkey, at least it can communicate with itself.

But... the side effects are also comparable .

"Fat Tiger, shut up. I have a very important guest coming soon."

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I will pluck your feathers and throw you into the chicken coop.

This parrot must be threatened by Aaron before it will be quiet for a while.

"Here they come!"

Suddenly, Aaron paused the coffee he was about to pass to his mouth, and a faint light shone in his azure eyes.

The surveillance sparrow outside shared his vision with him, allowing him to see everything the sparrow saw.

But the person who came surprised him a little.