I, a cultivator, have ended up in the wizarding world.

Chapter 79 It’s all a routine
"Inference: 1. The treatment of moon silver needs to be more thorough, and a high-frequency magic resonance crushing step should be added (duration +15 seconds, intensity increased by one level).

2. The timing of adding the flame petals can be delayed by 0.5 seconds, until the moon silver energy is completely stable.

3. Consider introducing trace amounts of 'ice-breath moss' powder as a buffer to neutralize sudden energy spikes? To be verified.

Waste residue analysis: Abnormally high concentrations of 'corrosion sulfur' and 'magic silver coke' were detected, confirming that the core of the energy conflict was the uncontrolled coupling of metallic mutation and fire properties..."

Jemin stared at the crystal, his expression growing increasingly excited, and the quill pen he used to take notes flew faster and faster.

Although he looked quite disheveled, the excited gleam in his eyes revealed a wizard's purest desire and yearning to conquer the unknown.

After meticulously recording his potion-making experience, cleaning up the mess, and repairing the corrosion marks on the protective plate, Jemin felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

"Senior..."

A slightly timid voice came from the side, and Jemin's attention finally turned away from the ruins of the failed potion.

"Ok?"

Turning my head, I saw several young apprentices wearing potions badges standing nervously to one side.

Seeing that Jemin's attention had turned to him, the leading apprentice swallowed hard, then mustered his courage and said, "Um... the instructor said we're going to do some practice next, and we'll be using this control room..."

During this process, the other apprentices kept glancing back and forth between Jemin and the pile of potions on the table next to him.

Jemin could clearly sense the barely suppressed envy and amazement in the eyes of these people.

That's quite normal, since the potions he makes are extremely precious during the wizarding apprentice stage, and many of them are even effective against first-level wizards.

However, compared to this, Jemin was more concerned about another issue.

"Huh? Aren't you supposed to have your next class in five days?" he asked, looking puzzled.

The apprentices looked at each other, bewildered. "Well... that's what we said five days ago..."

"what?"

Jemin was taken aback. His mind, which had been focused on the potion, suddenly became focused again. The precise biological clock brought about by his immense mental power made him realize immediately that he had indeed been here for five days.

I only came to ask my Potions instructor some questions and wanted to try my hand at it, but I didn't expect so much time to have passed.

Recently, it just so happens that new apprentices are enrolling, and the potions wizards have started to re-teach the basics, so Jemin came along to audit the classes.

As it turned out, the potions wizards at the academy were quite skilled, and even though he was learning introductory knowledge, Jemin still felt that he had benefited a lot.

Looking at the table next to him, which was full of potion samples he had been trying out over the past few days, Jemin had a strange feeling of being lost in the mountains and oblivious to the passage of time.

He's reached this stage now, and he can go for more than ten days without eating, drinking, or sleeping without any problems.

As long as one's spirits hold up, one can basically continue the research.

Thinking this way, Jieming realized the lack of spiritual energy in his body.

Feeling the sharp pain in his brain, Jieming understood. After all, it was only natural to experience this after five consecutive days of intense concentration.

"No wonder the failure rate of potion making was so high in the last few attempts..."

Shaking his head, Jemin nodded to the apprentices, "I see... I understand, thank you for reminding me." He rubbed his temples, casually put the notebook in his pocket, and pushed open the door to the potions lab.

"Senior! You forgot to take these potions!"

"No need, you can have those things as compensation for occupying the control room during this period."

Ignoring the excited new potions students behind him, Jemin stared blankly at the students hurrying past in the corridor before taking his first step to leave.

Just as he left the Potions building, preparing to head to his laboratory for a rest, he saw a familiar figure on the way.

"Jemin?!" Amy's voice was full of surprise. She was carrying a box of gold, clearly heading to the alchemy classroom. "How did you get out of here? Did you blow up that cauldron inside?"

She jokingly widened her eyes and pointed to a window in the Potions building from which black smoke was billowing.

"Although the last attempt at refining failed, it wasn't enough to make such a big mistake."

Jemin smiled wearily, without explaining much: "I'm preparing to construct my third sorcery model, so I've come here to learn about potions."

"Now?" Amy tilted her head, then nodded in agreement. "Now is indeed a good time, just in time to attend classes with the new students."

"Speaking of which, you're starting to look more and more like Professor Clark."

Seemingly noticing the fatigue on Jemin's face, she didn't continue the conversation. Instead, she glanced at the time on her wrist, her expression changing: "Oh dear, I need to hurry and hand in my mission. Instructor Clark is probably getting impatient. If you have time in the next few days, would you like to help me out as a 'shill' for a couple of days? It'd be quite interesting!"

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Now it was Jemin's turn to tilt his head in confusion: "Do we need shills during class?"

"Yes, yes! Have you forgotten? The accident that happened when we first took the alchemy course."

Amy winked at him, then pulled a piece of silvery-white metal from under a box of gold.

"...Holy crap! That was a plant too?!" The distant memory struck, causing Jemin to widen his eyes in shock.

“That’s right! Mentor Clark said that only real-life examples can make a lasting impression on these new apprentices!” Amy said, waving her hand at him and carrying a large box of gold with great speed.

"I can't talk to you anymore, it's time, I have to go to the experiment."

Jemin blinked, abruptly stopping in his tracks as he was about to leave.

Although his head was still throbbing a little, his desire to see the excitement made him stay there.

He didn't have to wait there for long. After a short while, Jemin saw two silver-white dolls dragging the feigning-death Amy toward him from the entrance of the Alchemy Building not far away.

At this moment, Amy looked as if she had just experienced a huge explosion. Her body and face were inlaid with silver-white metal, which even grew into her flesh, making her look extremely terrifying.

However, as Amy was being dragged past Jemin, she suddenly opened her eyes and winked at him mischievously, then quickly closed them again, continuing to play dead with great professionalism.

"...Tsk, the city is full of tricks, everyone's an actor!"

Shaking himself up, Jemin rubbed his face and swayed as he walked toward the laboratory.

(End of this chapter)