Chapter 343: Golpalott

The dungeon was always a place that made wizards tighten their robes more than other places.

Tina had shrunk into the bedding in Sean's pocket, never showing its head again.

Bowtruckles almost never left wizards; the last one to do this was the old man from Hufflepuff.

So until now, Sean didn't know if the living environment he provided could make Tina feel at ease.

He decided that after going back, he had to make a small house for Tina; otherwise, staying in his robe all the time wasn't a reasonable thing.

From the gradually darkening stairs, a cold wind poured in along with Sean opening the door.

There was no firelight in the dungeon, and the cauldron that used to bubble was also cooling, just like Severus Sineipu standing by the wall, without a sound.

"Professor Sineipu."

Sean's arrival brought a bit of life to this place, and he skillfully began to organize the materials.

Shrivelfig, daisy roots, caterpillars, wormwood, leeches, rat spleens, hemlock essence...

After Sean finished organizing the storage cabinet on the left, he collected all the materials for the Shrinking Solution.

Shrinking Solution, it was a magical potion that caused organisms to shrink or return to a young state, generally presenting as a bright green acidic liquid.

It could be used to deal with large monsters with strong resistance to magic, or to transfer livestock—shrinking a whole group of pigs into a wizard's pocket.

This potion helped Sean perfect the magical ritual for the Bowtruckle, after all, a wizard a dozen centimeters tall was always easier to transform than a wizard over a meter tall.

Subsequently, Sean took some materials for the Reviving Potion; this potion could treat dead plants.

Its role was to help plants grow cells.

Borrowing the rituals during the brewing of these potions, the intuitive Sean could comprehend some other necessary processes regarding the Bowtruckle transformation ritual.

Potions and alchemy were precisely connected by the thread of origin in this way.

The firelight of the cauldron seemed to be the only light in the dungeon; Professor Sineipu didn't light candles, and the window only had faint moonlight.

He was already irritable, and seeing Sean clumsily learning the Shrinking Solution for the first time, he was even more annoyed.

"Stupid!"

As a famous potion master in the magic world, his... how could it be such a stupid wizard?

For a long time after that incident ended, he hadn't been able to accept it.

Even though his talent was gradually revealing itself, it was still too slow, still too slow.

Slow to the point that he feared he wouldn't be able to see that day.

"Put down your cauldron... Sean Green, you had better look clearly!"

His wide robes surged rapidly, and in just two seconds, he walked to the cauldron beside him; his movements carried long-standing refinement and elegance; Sean didn't blink, not daring to miss a single bit.

"Heh—for the next pot, you can use that method of yours which is not bad."

Professor Sineipu watched Sean follow the pattern, step by step completing the production of the Shrinking Solution, only then did he nod imperceptibly,

"If your brain is more than almond-sized, you had better perfect the improvement ritual before trying."

From the cauldron boiling to calming down, Sean's brewing technique also reached the practice standard of an apprentice.

The next step was for him to follow the different potions and guide the wizard's spiritual power to improve the quality of the potion.

This was precisely the content he had been studying in the library recently.

So he succeeded quickly and raised the proficiency of the Shrinking Solution to the apprentice level in one fell swoop.

After this, he took out his notebook and wrote "Shrinking Solution (Unperfected)" after "Boil-Cure Potion," "Swelling Solution," "Deflating Draught," "Wit-Sharpening Potion," and "Common Antidote."

Since inheriting this knowledge from Master Bolachi's secret notes, Sean had been continuously supplementing the ritual content above.

Alas, this was an extremely long process. Just the improvement of one ritual had countless variations; wanting to find the truly correct result, the most effective method was likely to possess keen talent.

Sean had already sensed that he had reached the upper limit of his current talent.

Creation was slightly rough, but improvement was almost endless.

When Sean frowned, the notebook he left in the dungeon arrived in his hand along an arc.

"With that talent of yours comparable to a troll..."

Professor Sineipu laughed coldly, and the dungeon was left with only the rustling sound of Sean flipping through the notes.

After a while, only one thought remained in Sean's heart—how high was Professor Sineipu's potion talent?

But soon he cast aside the useless question and continued to study the Reviving Potion.

"White... stupid! Watch carefully!"

The dungeon rang with Professor Sineipu's roar again.

The cauldron boiled and calmed down; this had always been something happening continuously in the dungeon. ===== CHAPTER 344 =====