Correct use of Felix Felicis

Ordinary people typically regard Felix Felicis as a potion of luck, bringing 12 hours of good fortune with a single dose, yet they never ponder the logic behind this luck. The deficiency in basic education in the wizarding world has caused generations of wizards to overlook this treasure; otherwise, the future of wizards should be as vast as the stars and seas.

In George's view, Felix Felicis can actually alter a person's destiny. Whether it affects externally or internally, the logic behind this miraculous effect should not be limited to creating 12 hours of good luck.

Therefore, when George obtained Felix Felicis, he immediately couldn't wait to experiment with his ideas, and the results were even more astonishing than he had anticipated.

When he confined himself in a pitch-black room, shutting off his five senses, leaving only his mind, the astonishing secret buried in Felix Felicis for many years truly erupted in George's mind.

It turns out that Felix Felicis works by amplifying all of a person's senses and organs, allowing them to transcend the limits of limits. It is precisely this power that makes people almost omnipotent unconsciously, enabling them to achieve their desires in competitions and contests.

However, all power also has its limits, and surpassing the limit will ultimately stop at a higher limit. Felix Felicis is ultimately just an amplification potion and cannot change logic or reverse causality. Therefore, in the use of ordinary people, Felix Felicis can only serve as an effective potion of luck, and these are not the true uses of Felix Felicis.

Only when George boldly assumes, carefully verifies, and uses the method of confining his five senses, can Felix Felicis' amplification be limited only to the mind, at which point Felix Felicis' extraordinary efficacy erupts.

When Felix Felicis only acts on the mind, with the smallest dosage, it can allow a person's mind and thinking to transcend the limits of limits. In this terrifying state, learning, thinking, reasoning, and proving become the simplest things in the world.

"If previously I was a genius who could only rely on hard work, then now, I am truly a genius who has found a shortcut." Thinking of this, George couldn't help but feel excited. He had previously tried to improve the brewing time of Felix Felicis, but due to insufficient information, he had been unable to find a solution.

But at Hogwarts, it's only a matter of time before the brewing time of Felix Felicis is shortened. So, graduating early is also something to consider.

Thinking of this, George's spirits lifted, and he began to survey his surroundings. At this moment, a black-haired boy with small round glasses and a bulky box in both hands swayed into the compartment.

"What a coincidence," George stood up, "Let me help you with that." Without waiting for Harry's agreement, he took one hand and lifted the box, gently placing it on the luggage rack in the compartment.

"Thank you!" Harry looked at the tall and handsome young man opposite him, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"You're welcome, it's not a big deal." Seeing Harry's skinny appearance, George felt some sympathy.

"I'm Harry Potter, are you an older student?" Harry asked.

"No, I'm also a new student. My name is George Soros." George flexed his biceps, showing off his huge muscles, then replied, "I'm also 11 years old."

"Ah." Looking at the tall and muscular man in front of him, who was more than a head taller than himself, Harry couldn't believe that he was only 11 years old.

"Haha, you should eat more nutritious food and exercise more." Seeing Harry's astonished expression, George felt somewhat proud, compared to his height of less than 170 cm in his previous life, he had died of overwork early.

George had learned from his painful experience in this life, paying attention to exercise and nutrition from a young age, no longer the otaku he used to be. At just 11 years old, he already stood at 175 cm tall, with a strong physique.

"This is a nutritious meal I made based on potionology and herbalism, you can try it." George took out a white insulated lunch box from his luggage and added, "It can make you taller and stronger."

With George's rapid progress in potionology, and continuous improvement in formulations, today's nutritious meals have evolved from providing nutrition to being able to promote rapid growth. It was only in this year that George's height and physique went from being a rapidly developing strong boy to a tall man.

Harry knew that potionology was a course he would be taking after enrolling, although he had never heard of the term herbalism, he thought it must be something valuable, but it was difficult to accept for a while. But upon hearing that this nutritious meal could make him taller and stronger, he was immediately excited. Every thin and weak child has fantasized about becoming a strong and powerful person.

"Can it really make people stronger?" Harry couldn't believe it, "This is too precious."

"We're already friends, no need to be polite," George said gently.

"We're already good friends." George's words warmed Harry's heart, unable to hold back his tears, he responded, then quickly buried his head in the lunch box.

Watching Harry hold back his tears, burying his head in the lunch box, George took out a book and pretended to read, feeling emotional. After all, he was just an 11-year-old child, raised by others since childhood, only needing a little kindness from others to move him deeply.

"Besides Harry, Hermione should also need one." It's important to note that magical power in the wizarding world increases gradually with the maturation of the body and age. The rapid growth and enhancement are not just about height and weight, but also about a strong magical power. Unless necessary, George temporarily doesn't plan to spread this formula.

One person eating, one person reading, the compartment quieted down. Only the rhythmic sound of "clang, clang" as the train collided with the tracks could be heard, creating a unique rhythm. Outside the window, barren fields flew by, followed by continuous forests, winding rivers, and verdant hills.

After a while, someone knocked on the door of the compartment. A round-faced chubby boy with tear marks on his face walked in. "I'm sorry," he said, "I want to ask, have you seen my toad?"

"I'm sorry, we haven't seen your toad here," Harry replied.

The little boy burst into tears. "It's run away again! I've lost it again!"

"You'll find it." Harry comforted.

"I hope so." The boy choked, "Well, if you see it, please be sure to tell me." Then he turned and left.

"Toads are not good pets, a wizard should choose a magical pet that suits his identity and can be helpful." George had no affection for toads or rats at all, and couldn't help but grumble, "Ravens and black cats should be a wizard's magical pets."

By this time, Harry had finished eating and leaned back against the sofa.