Chapter 65: Grievance

A drizzling rain began to fall in Scotland, and Hogwarts Castle was filled with the rhythmic patter of raindrops, a symphony of ticking notes.

Raindrops gathered bit by bit on the stained-glass windows, eventually turning into trickling streams that sank into the soil, which had been fertile since the tenth century.

Madam Pince, the librarian, did not allow Sean to take out more books than the permitted limit, despite his excellent return record,

unless he returned all books such as *A History of Magic* and signed his name on that crumpled record sheet.

Therefore, Sean had no choice but to read the two works by the potion master Libatius Borage in the library.

Even without taking them out, he still saw the note Madam Pince had tucked into the first page of the book:

【Warning: If you tear, rip, fold, soil, deface, destroy, throw, drop, or in any other way damage, abuse, or profane this book,

I shall make you suffer the most terrible consequences within my power.

Hogwarts Librarian,

Irma Pince】

Sean did not doubt the resolve of this irritable librarian; he had seen Madam Pince swoop down on young wizards more than once,

as if she possessed a special talent for immediately identifying and severely punishing students who damaged books.

In the study area,

the librarian, who always wore an angry expression, passed by Sean, her stern and cautious look softening slightly,

then she nodded gently and left the area.

【Miranda Goshawk, that old thing (crossed out), once mentioned in *The Book of Spells*:

When a wizard has a need, a spell will be created; if not, it can only mean the spell has yet to be discovered.

And today I assert, when a wizard has a need, a potion will be created; if not, it can only mean the potion formula has yet to be discovered.】

Sean had just read this quote in *Moste Potente Potions*,

and quickly realized the unusual nature of this statement and its grand momentum.

Just as he was pondering it deeply, lost in thought, a note suddenly fell out.

Sean was caught off guard, then silently took out his notebook and quill to record the text above.

【Very good, if you can see this text, it proves that there are not always foolish wizards in this world.

I must tell you something, otherwise people will only remember my achievements in formulas and techniques,

while forgetting my greatest and most misunderstood pioneering work in the profound field of potions.】

Greatest, most misunderstood pioneering work?

Is it something like the heat control for self-stirring cauldrons?

Excellent, Master Libatius Borage truly had more in store.

Sean looked down curiously.

【After the maxim "Only carefully crafted potions can have the proper effect" appeared,

I was astonished to see all potion researchers forget to study its inherent meaning.

What kind of researchers are they! They are simply Miranda's slimy, foul-smelling apple pies!

I am convinced that spells and potions should be connected by a thread of origin.

If *Magical Theory* believes that profound spells require the wizard's own spiritual power, then why have they forgotten potions?

This can only be because of one thing, they are all ￥*&% (illegible handwriting).】

Sean skipped over the long string of less-than-friendly greetings; the content recorded afterward made his breathing quicken.

【I have completed some necessary tasks—

The improved spells and rituals will place greater emphasis on the wizard's spiritual power and consume more mental energy.

But, for any apothecary who has reached the pinnacle of technique and skill, this will be a brand-new, broad road.

I must warn you, you should possess sufficient willpower and use it with caution; while it possesses astonishing effects, it has also become more unstable.

It can certainly be improved further, but my time is running out.

I have seen the great truth and lament that I must spread it in a secretive way.

Please perfect it.】 ===== CHAPTER 66 =====