In a spooky castle on the outskirts of London
"Mix 4 1/3 pearl powder with water..."
"Plus a basic version of the eight-eyed giant spider venom, a basic version of the stealthy beast tincture."
"Well... this should be fine."
In front of the lab bench, Aaron Brooke, wearing a self-made hood and a full-body latex suit, used the light from the incandescent lamp beside him to pour the materials from 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 fuse together and then rapidly expanded like the Pharaoh's Serpent.
As they expanded to the rim of the beaker, the materials inside suddenly exploded with a "poof!"
This was almost predictable.
So, at the moment of the explosion, Aaron was as agile as a cheetah and dodged the scattering of broken glass.
Failure is the norm in alchemy. And bold experiments are key.
He used common black widow venom and chameleon tincture instead of invisibility potion. The original materials.
This in itself is just an experiment without results.
But according to Aaron's motto: Even if the experimental materials require God's tincture, he will try to obtain it. Failure is no reason not to start.
Stepping on the broken glass, he sprayed the inhibitor onto the Pharaoh's Serpent still rapidly expanding on the lab bench, and everything returned to calm with a sizzle.
Aaron removed his closed hood and took a deep breath of the air laced with the strange smell of the lab.
Beneath his disheveled blond hair was a pale, childlike face about eleven or twelve years old.
His azure-blue pupils were particularly bright, revealing no trace of frustration at failure.
On the contrary, there was a flicker of excitement. Where is the most magical material? Of course, at Hogwarts!
Where are the most materials? Of course, in Snape's laboratory!
The young man turned his gaze and looked at a spot on the experiment table. His deep blue eyes fell on a yellowish kraft paper envelope.
Today, an owl came for an unexpected visit.
Knowing this was the world of Hogwarts, Aaron decided to try making some magic potions from his previous life [Harry Potter] on a whim.
Yes, he's 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 money, so he lived with his aunt until he was eight.
But this aunt didn't seem to have a good impression of him. At five years old, he was linked to the [Super Alchemy System].
As long as he successfully refined a magic potion or magic item, he could obtain alchemical value.
Alchemical value can be used for lottery winnings, 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's a true humanoid death weapon.
In short, the more magical and powerful the items he refines, the greater the reward—even the lifespan!
But all the magical potions and items he refines have a... strange side effect.
For example, when he was eight years old, he refined a potion that could temporarily revitalize a dog and gave it to his aunt's dog.
The effect was truly significant, and the dog jumped all over the house.
But the side effect is... constant diarrhea. Amidst his aunt's screams, Aaron realized he might not be able to continue with that family anymore.
So he took the inheritance and asked someone to find an old castle on the outskirts of London.
Nowadays, money can solve many problems.
This makes their experiments easier and allows them to better control the consequences.
"Wizarding World of Wizards"
"I've waited for this day that countless children longed for."
Aaron chuckled, took off his rubber gloves, and picked up the letter.
There was a wax seal and a crest emblem on the letter. The capital H was surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake. He opened the envelope and held out the letter:
[Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Wizarding Confederation, First Class Wizard of the Peerless Order of Merlin, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot).
We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I enclose a list of the required books and equipment.
Also, considering his family background, we'll be sending a teacher to his house tomorrow morning to answer questions and guide him.
"It seems the school doesn't know I'm no longer living with my aunt's family."
Aaron reflected.
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 Broken Axe and how to enter Diagon Alley.
"I'm really looking forward to the wizarding world!"
…
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 pouring 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 his py!"
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 comparable to the Zaun army in the previous life.
"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 into 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.