Magic: My equipment slots have no restrictions

Laura had just woken up when she heard noises coming from the storage room. Thinking that a thief had broken in, she quickly slid off the bench and went to the door to check.

Unexpectedly, they stumbled upon Victor searching for materials, preparing to attempt to brew a potion.

Upon seeing this, she immediately became interested.

"Having only studied for less than one night, this junior probably hasn't even grasped the basics of potion making. If we let him continue like this, won't he blow up the cauldron?"

Thinking this, she saw that Victor had taken a crucible from the shelf next to him and put the grinding tools on the table.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but feel uneasy, and then she witnessed an even worse scene.

Viktor, a junior student, placed several materials and a bowl of purified water on the chair, looking quite haphazard.

Although she could only see his back, Laura could tell at a glance that with Victor's arm span, he could easily knock the materials to the ground if he wasn't careful.

Especially that bowl of pure water; if it's spilled on some of the ingredients before the process begins, all the ingredients will be ruined.

"This junior doesn't seem very professional."

Laura couldn't help but frown, her toes curling slightly as she stepped on the ground, looking as if she was ready to rush in at any moment.

However, she also knew that given the conditions of this territory, it would indeed be difficult to find a suitable place and equipment for brewing potions.

"what?"

However, just when she thought Victor was about to hastily begin brewing the potion.

Suddenly, the other party took out a small brush and began to carefully wipe the material. After a simple treatment, they took out a standard transparent crystal bottle from their sleeve.

Seeing this, Laura was completely stunned.

She had expected her junior to be well-prepared for his visit, but she never imagined he would prepare something like this, as if he were meticulous about everything.

"Truly...you have the demeanor of a scholar."

......

Meanwhile, Silvermoon Academy

Inside Lutia's office.

The academy's breakfast time had just begun, and Lutia habitually skipped breakfast and went into her office.

"Um?"

She was originally going to make herself a cup of coffee.

But as soon as she entered, her keen eyes spotted something being rapidly scribbled down by a quill pen on the desk.

She felt a slight surprise and her delicate brows furrowed slightly.

Although it is an automatic quill pen used for recording, this quill pen has one characteristic: it is picky.

Once a user specifies who to record, it will record intermittently... any information it deems acceptable, good or bad.

Therefore, automatic quill pens can be used both for recording and for judging a student's character.

rustle......

Listening to the rapid writing sound of the quill pen, Lutia continued to walk to the window and picked up the white porcelain cup on the table.

She then quickly went to her desk, adding ground coffee beans to her cup while glancing at her laptop.

It was being written on it:

Having never touched a potion before, Victor began preparations for his first attempt. He started by...

"Whoosh..."

The brown powder was being poured out, the amount clearly exceeding the amount needed for one brew, but Lutia didn't lift her hand.

Her gaze remained fixed on the words that continued to wander across the notebook.

The refining process has begun!

Victor first poured the purified water into the crystal bottle, then used his left hand, which was wearing a white glove, to pick up two grams of processed raw eucalyptus and put it into the bottle.

The moment the delicate silver petals floated on the water's surface, a deep, ancient incantation escaped Victor's lips.

Meanwhile, Victor's right hand was also busy, making a strange gesture while hovering above the crystal bottle.

The index finger is curled up, and the thumb points in front of the body.

This time it seems that it wasn't done quite correctly, as there was no reaction in the crystal bottle.

Victor remained calm and immediately searched his memory for the gestures Laura had casually demonstrated the night before.

It seems that I didn't bend my thumb enough, but I haven't reached that level of control over my strength yet.

"come out."

He sighed inwardly.

The next second, [Hand of the Mage] appeared in front of him, grabbed Viktor's thumb, and then twisted it slightly.

As a slight pain struck, the gesture formed by Victor's two fingers emitted a faint blue light.

He felt a trace of his magic being drawn away, but before he could fully appreciate it, he saw the blue light flow into the water bottle.

It landed perfectly on the petals, pressing them down and pushing them into the water.

Then, the seemingly ordinary pure water seemed to possess some kind of magical power, instantly swallowing the flower petals.

On the outer layer of the crystal bottle, there is a visible blue halo.

Before he could even marvel at this strange change, a sudden inspiration led Viktor to pick up a feather grass.

Insert it into the bottle.

During this time, Viktor never stopped chanting the incantation, and the rhythm clearly lost its initial stiffness, becoming more and more natural.

The second time, he didn't even need the help of the Ghost Hand to easily perform a gesture that would be difficult to do with one hand.

Then, the second gesture emitted a second blue light that fell into the bottle, instantly refining the green grass inside.

At this moment, the potion, which had remained unchanged, turned silver, and the blue ring around the bottle became even more dazzling.

Seeing this, Victor didn't think twice and simply started adding the third ingredient following that strange inspiration.

This trembling movement, without any hesitation or tension,

Laura, who was watching Victor's back from outside the door, felt inexplicably excited.

Although she could only see his back and the slightest movements of his arms, she could still sense the clear magical fluctuations inside the room.

For her, these details were as ingrained in her mind as eating and drinking, and now she saw Viktor's flawless operation.

How could she not be overjoyed?

"Such a talented junior, I don't think there was anyone like him back then. Even those senior students couldn't always achieve this level."

She suppressed the urge to go inside and see for herself, her eyes growing brighter and brighter with the blue light emanating from the room.

Soon, Victor added the last ingredient to the crystal bottle and made the final gesture.

"Whoosh~"

In an instant, Victor seemed to hear the sound of wind beside his ear, but there was nothing around him except that the blue ring of the crystal bottle had become as bright as a silver ring.

The liquid in the bottle also underwent a noticeable change.

"It's a success."

Viktor's face lit up with joy, and at that moment, a creaking sound of a door opening came from behind him.

......

at the same time.

Lutia looked at the subtitles on her notebook, her face beaming with joy, her eyebrows slightly arched and the corners of her lips curling up.

"This kid's talent is in no way inferior to that senior from back then. He's a natural potion master, just like her."

As she spoke, a hint of reminiscence flickered in her eyes, but more so, worry:

"It's better if I'm the only one who knows about these anomalies."