Chapter 2746 The Land of Firebirds (54)

The ethanol content of elixirs is usually less than 25%. In a sense, amphora mead with an alcohol content of 23% is also an elixir, but people do not want the medicine to destroy the taste and taste of the mead brewed by the wildflower elves.

fragrance.

Compared with this kind of expensive mead, Bavernon is more accessible to students. It can be bought on the "black market" before exams every year, although most of them are filled with other materials.

of fakes.

"Smart medicine", "talent potion", "wisdom potion", as long as it is said to be "effective", people will buy it, no matter how long it lasts, as long as it can cope with the exam.

Talent potion will improve people's mechanical response. In social situations, people tend to pay more attention to whether they can answer the other party's questions tactfully and decently. Drinking it can make a person who is not good at words become the center of attention in the social circle.

The essence of fireflies is needed to brew the talent potion. Witness seems to be fleeting and fleeting. It needs to be cooled down just like the "dream potion".

Ammonia is expressed as "ammonia" in English. Ammonia is actually inactive, but its mixing with air is different. It will explode when the concentration reaches 16% to 25%.

Ammonium salt will easily decompose into ammonia gas when heated, but sal ammoniac is not an ammonium salt as defined by Muggle chemistry.

It is a "panacea" popular among alchemists in the 16th century. It is composed of ammonia chloride, salt, urine, vinegar and sulfur from active volcanoes in a certain proportion. Like ammonium salt, it also

Decomposes when heated.

After Kingsley left, Pomona felt that it was possible that he had made a mistake in the formula of the potion, rather than that the formula was wrong in the first place. After all, the book was written before Lavoisier separated alchemy and chemistry.

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If it were Helena, she might wear the crown of Ravenclaw and gain wisdom by stimulating her brain power to solve the problem alone.

Pomona chose to seek help from others. After all, in Hogwarts, you only need to ask and someone will always agree.

"What do you think?" Pomona asked nervously.

Madame Maxime put down the book in her hand.

"Where did you get this book?"

"On a bookshelf," Pomona answered.

She wasn't lying, but Madame Maxime was not satisfied with the answer.

"Answer me a question, little pigeon, do you know what salt ammonia was used for in the past?" Madame Maxime asked.

"It seems to have been used as smelling salts before," Pomona replied. "It was used when a lady passed out."

"Human beings used to think that women should be weak and petite, and they should be cute and charming if they faint easily." Mrs. Maxim smiled bitterly, "I must be scary and annoying."

"How could that happen?" Pomona said quickly.

"Then why does your school's history class only talk about the Giant War?" Mrs. Maxim said lightly. "Compared to the giants who are about to become extinct or who are hiding in the mountains and forests, I think there are other bigger things in the British wizarding society.

threats."

Pomona was left scratching her head trying to figure out what to do.

"Forget it, don't take it too seriously, we all know what's going on." Mrs. Maxim put the old book on the coffee table, picked up the coffee, and took a sip gracefully. "I think the salt and ammonia in the book are...

A resin called ammonia.”

Pomona was stunned for a moment.

"You mean, that's dorma ammonium?" Pomona asked.

"And sal is not salt, but salv, which means medical ointment in French. The author's handwriting is so sloppy that I can hardly read it," Mrs. Maxim said.

Pomona looked carefully and saw that there was indeed a small hook behind the L. It looked a bit like a V and a bit like a shaking hand.

"What about this?" Pomona pointed to the bat blood.

Madame Maxime shook her head.

"I'm afraid you need to ask someone else, little pigeon."

Pomona didn't like "Little Pigeon", but she didn't dare to say anything more and continued to find other "people" to ask.

Although Cassino is dead, he still loves to play. The ghosts of Hogwarts are very interested in this new member and will call him for any activities. Cassino is so "busy" that he even conducts his own experiments

He didn't even notice that the room was emptied.

When a person puts in all his efforts but cannot match the results of his fun-loving "friends", it is difficult to maintain a balanced mentality.

Cassino has been imprisoned in a flask for so many years, and he has never resented anyone or taken revenge like Myrtle. Even Pomona, a living person, is a little jealous of him.

While passing by the Transfiguration Courtyard, Pomona saw Hermione Granger and Viktor Krum. They were talking and laughing as if no one was around.

Not to mention those admirers who gave Hermione "gifts" after reading Rita Gist's article, even Ron went from being a fan of Victor to suspecting that Victor was a spy.

People condemn jealousy not just because jealousy is an original sin.

Those who are wise, open-minded, and tolerant will not be jealous if they are successful. Who wouldn’t want to...

"Dean!"

Cedric ran over, his cheeks rosy, as if he had just exercised.

Pomona didn't know what to say to him for a moment.

"We are going to Hogsmeade, do you want to come with us?" Cedric asked.

Perhaps because Pomona drank butterbeer with the interns during the summer, they thought she was in the same group.

"I have a job," she whispered.

"Okay then." Cedric nodded in understanding, "I won't disturb you anymore, Professor."

Then he turned around and returned to his small group. Among these people was a new member, Qiu Zhang, who seemed to have joined as Cedric's girlfriend.

Pomona did not continue walking forward. When she came to the grand staircase, she hesitated whether to go up or down.

Going up is Albus Dumbledore's headmaster's office, and going down is Severus Snape's office.

She finally chose to walk up, even though the trek was tiring.

"Pile of cockroaches," she said to the statue on the spiral staircase.

As the stairs spiraled upward, she also arrived at the door of Dumbledore's office.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, a Golden Snitch flew into the tower. It circled several times behind Pomona, and then flew out of the window. Outside the window, an athlete wearing a red jersey rode by on a broomstick.

She hesitated again and finally knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in," Dumbledore said from inside.

She opened the door.

"I heard you did an experiment." Albus asked without looking up while reading, "What exploded?"

She placed the book in her hand in front of him with a bang, and Albus looked at her in surprise.

"I don't like Mrs. Maxime interfering in my affairs, you let Hagrid continue to pursue her!" Pomona said loudly.

"You don't like her?" Albus asked.

"She is a lady, I am not!" she said angrily.

Albus's head full of wisdom quickly thought it through, and then looked at the book on the table.

"What's this?"

"I need your help. After I added bat blood, this pot of potion was completely ruined."

Albus read the book for a long time, and after about half an hour he asked, “Have you tried Honeydukes’ bat’s blood soup?”

"What?"

"It's placed right at the door. It's like a hot pot, and any candy can be dipped in it."

"I know that," Pomona said, "but I don't know what 'Bat Blood Soup' is."

"How about we do an experiment?" Albus said.

"I'm going to buy materials." Pomona said, then left the principal's office and went to the Transfiguration Courtyard to find Cedric.

But he was gone, so she had to cross the wooden bridge and head to Hogsmeade.

She squeezed in among a group of students buying candy and bought a crucible of "bat blood soup", as well as sizzling honey candies and cockroach piles. By the time she hurried back to school, the sky had begun to darken.

, so he quickened his pace and came to the principal's office.

Albus had prepared the experimental items and seemed to have been waiting for her.

"Is this the bat blood you're talking about?" Pomona asked, holding a pot of dark red syrup.

"That's right, let's get started." Albus said.

Still following the order in the morning, I boiled the pumpkin juice first, then added salt, and then added "bat blood". This time, although the color of the pumpkin juice changed, it smelled like cranberry jam.

"Wow." Pomona couldn't help but admire.

Then Albus made the pot of "cranberry jam" performatively "fly" from one crucible to another crucible covered with goose grass. After filtering and cooling, the potion turned purple.

Pomona couldn't help but applaud.

Then he dropped the ammonia tallow into the crucible, a foul-smelling poultice, which did not melt as they expected.
To be continued...