Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 123 Identifying Potions Ingredients
Moon did not continue discussing the material of the white carbon block with Zalan.

Moon intercepted this piece of white carbon from the little witch out of curiosity.

If he really wanted to make potions, Moon still thought an alcohol lamp would be more suitable.

"Do the magicians here have any special habits when brewing potions?"

Moon said as he put the white bone char aside.

"I don't know. I've never seen a potion being brewed, but the person you asked me to find is on the ship."

Zalan went out in the morning to find Gold and ask if there was anyone who was very familiar with herbs and animals.

"Gold said there was a strange old man on the ship. He had only been with him for half a year, but he said he had been to many places."

While Moon and Zalan were discussing, the first mate Karen had already come out with a strange old man.

"Lord Scarlett, this is Mimir, the most knowledgeable person aboard the Thorn."

Karen bowed to Moon and then stepped aside.

"Oh~, handsome young man~, you called Mimir~, it must be something important~." (Tartaric singing)

The old man in front of him was very ordinary and much older than Zhalan.

His hair and beard were all gray, and the most eye-catching thing about him was the huge bamboo basket he was carrying on his back.

But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Moon and Zalan both showed strange expressions.

"Lord Scarlett, Mimir is a bard, and he usually speaks very strangely."

Seeing Moon's inquiring look, First Mate Karen hurriedly explained.

Troubadour.

This kind of artist who mainly raps poetry and music is not common in Xilin.

Zalan had seen one or two such people when he was in the army, but this was the first time he had seen someone who spoke in a bardic singing voice.

"Okay, I want to communicate with him. Do I have to sing it too?"

Moon asked curiously.

"No"

"No need~, young man."

Karen was about to respond when Mimir suddenly interrupted.

Seeing that the other party was able to communicate normally, Moon simply stepped aside, revealing five piles of powder on the table.

"Mr. Mimir, I would like you to identify what these materials are?"

After hearing Moon's instructions, Mimir stepped forward.

He first stretched out two fingers to pinch a little powder, smelled it, and then put it in his mouth to taste it.

"Oh~, I've seen it~, under the huge hill~, it's the scales of the ground armor~" (Ballad)

"Ah~, we meet again~, the magical flower on the island~, Selma, you are the pride of the tribe~" (bardic singing)

Mimir quickly identified the five different powders.

Scales of the ground beetle, Selma flowers, insect ant vegetables, bat fish swim bladder, and flame snail shell.

When the antweed appeared in the powder, Moon was sure that the little witch was making a potion to heal cuts.

Moon still hasn't found two of the raw materials for the potion that healed cuts that he learned at Hogwarts.

Healing Ferns and Fairy Tears.

The scales of the ground armored beast and the Selma flower that Mimir has identified now should correspond to these two things.

"I do know about ground armor beasts. They mostly live in the mountains and are very good at digging holes. Even hard rocks can't stop their claws."

After hearing the name of the Earth Armor Beast, Zalan explained it to Moon.

"What about the Selma flower? What is it?"

After watching Mimir taste several kinds of powder, Moon also picked up the powder called Selma flower and observed it.

After tasting it, Moon was certain that it had a similar effect to elf tears. Elf tears were a relatively difficult ingredient to collect in the British wizarding world, and the price of elf tears in the pharmacy in Diagon Alley was 50 gold galleons per ounce.

"I don't know about Selma Flower, but I know about the tribesmen."

After the explanation from the first mate Karen, Moon learned that there was a group of primitive people living together in the form of tribes on the Vena Islands.

They were called tribal people by people who later migrated to the island.

After Karen finished explaining, Moon asked Mimir again.

"Young man, this is a secret of the tribe, and Mimir doesn't know much either."

While Moon was looking for someone to identify the potion, Chris had already given the newly brewed potion to Lance.

"Most of his injuries are from swords and knives, and he fainted due to excessive blood loss. Apply this ointment evenly on the wounds and put some under his nose as well. This will help him wake up quickly."

Because there was no good medicine to treat his wounds and the long delay, the young man's injuries on the ground worsened a lot, and his face was much paler than when he first got on the boat.

After taking the ointment, Lance first observed it carefully.

I found that apart from the strange color, the taste was normal and had a slight fragrance.

Out of caution, Lance did not give it to the injured person, but handed the ointment directly to Chris.

"Try it yourself first."

"Why? I don't have any wounds on my body!"

Chris was about to retort when Lance pushed the ointment forward again.

"You said to rub it under your nose."

"You! Okay."

Chris was not worried about the efficacy of the potion she made. Not only that, she also felt that this potion was much better than the ones she made before.

But Lance's attitude still made her a little angry.

She grabbed the ointment and applied a smear under her nose, then sat down where she was.

Aunt Whitney, who had been following her, also applied ointment under her nose.

"Mammy, you"

"I signed a contract to sell myself to the Calvin family a long time ago. Of course, I can't let you do this alone."

Seeing that the master and servant in front of him were willing to try the medicine themselves, Lance let down his guard a lot.

After undressing the injured person, he began to apply ointment carefully.

Magical potions take effect much faster than ordinary human medicines.

An hour after taking the medicine, a slight blush slowly appeared on the victim's face and his body temperature gradually dropped.

It was also at this time that Chris received her first payment.

"Oh my God, the prodigal daughter of the Calvin family can finally make money."

After receiving the money, Aunt Whitney began to pray to God continuously.

10 gold coins.

This is the largest income the Calvin family has received in three years.

The mood that was originally filled with gloom due to escaping the war was now rekindled with hope.

After hearing Aunt Whitney's address to her, Chrissy showed a helpless expression on her face.

Although she had indeed been a spendthrift for the past three years, she still felt a little embarrassed when this title was mentioned directly in front of outsiders.

However, seeing the smile on the face of Aunt Whitney, who raised her since she was a child, Chris was still very happy.

Of course, in addition to being able to make money, the improvement of her potion-making skills also gave Chris a little more confidence in her future life.

Especially after Chris discovered that the cut potion she made was more effective, she knew that the price of this bottle of ointment could be increased a little.

(End of this chapter)