Early in the morning, Albert opened his eyes and suddenly sat up from the bed.
For some reason, he felt aches all over his body and a little weak, as if he had just been sick. It was really weird.
There should be nothing wrong with your sleeping position last night!
Well, and that weird dream.
It seemed in the dream... After he married Isobel, Catherine brought a child and said it was his daughter, and Isobel grabbed his neck and said he had betrayed her
"What a mess of dreams." Albert covered his cheeks with his hands and muttered.
Could it be that because Catherine was so beautiful, he had some improper thoughts about her and thus had this strange dream
Albert thought this was quite ridiculous.
He stifled a yawn and glanced around the unfamiliar room, his eyes landing on the clothes neatly laid out on the table.
After changing his clothes, getting up and washing up, Albert went straight to the living room.
The two old men were already here. I don’t know what they were talking about, but when they saw him, they greeted him with a smile.
"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. Did you sleep well last night?"
"Not very well, I don't know what's wrong, my whole body aches." Albert moved his neck slightly, "Maybe it's because I came to a strange place and I'm not used to sleeping!"
Nicholas smiled and handed the New York Ghost to Albert.
"The reporters from the New York Ghost know you are in the United States, and they are looking for you everywhere." Nicholas reminded: "They obviously want to interview you, the youngest International Wizard Chess Champion in history."
There is also an interview above, in which the wizard named Carter said a lot of bad things about Albert.
"No matter where the newspaper is from, it is bound to attract attention." After Albert finished reading his part of the report, he casually placed the New York Ghost on the table.
"That's normal, unless you run a newspaper yourself," Nicholas said with a smile.
Soon, the house-elf brought a hearty breakfast, including milk, croissants, fried sausages, fried potatoes, fried eggs, fried mushrooms, tomatoes, and a large spoonful of stewed peanuts.
It's similar to breakfast in the UK.
In other words, this kind of breakfast was prepared in order to cater to the diet of both of them.
"Is Miss Catherine not up yet?"
Albert was a little surprised not to see Catherine while eating, so he asked casually.
"She had something to do, so she left early this morning." Nicholas said with a smile, "However, Catherine is very happy to meet you, but she is a little disappointed by you."
"Were you struck by me?"
"Yes, I discovered Catherine's talent when she was very young. Later, when she went to Ilvermorny School of Magic, she immediately showed amazing talent and became a famous genius in the school." Nicholas took a sip of milk and recalled, "But because of her childhood, she has always been a bit withdrawn and has few friends."
For some reason, Albert smelled something unusual, but he didn't respond and continued to eat.
In fact, Isobel should be a suitable friend for Catherine. Both of them are geniuses and they would probably have a lot of topics to talk about. However, the dream in the morning made Albert completely give up the idea of introducing Isobel to her.
After finishing breakfast, the two went to Nicholas' workshop, which was in a utility room outside the villa. A traceless extension spell was cast inside. A large number of alchemical equipment were neatly arranged in the room, even more exaggerated than Nicholas' home.
“Is this dark pink?”
Sera saw the magical items casually placed on the table and was slightly surprised to see them here.
"According to your suggestion, I made it into an invisible smoke bomb." Nicholas pointed at the invisible smoke bomb and introduced it to them: "Of course, your production process has been improved several times. Now Peru can produce dark powder stably and continuously. Many wizards in the black market like this thing very much. It is very suitable for escaping."
"That wasn't my suggestion," Sera pointed at Albert and said, "Do you mind showing me your new technology?"
"No problem."
Nicholas demonstrated to them the manufacturing process of dark powder. He was not worried that the other party would use it to make money because Peru had already been monopolized by him and his friends.
Watching Nicholas skillfully mix and heat some ground mineral powder with concentrated plant fruit powder, and after some processing, finally extract the dark powder, Albert felt that this was real alchemy.
Nicholas also asked Albert if he wanted to give it a try.
Albert followed Nicholas' method and successfully produced dark powder after two attempts, and mastered this skill by the way.
The latter was not too surprising, after all, he was a genius, and it was normal for him to be able to achieve this level. The process of making dark powder was not that difficult.
"This is the extract of sleepy beans."
Nicholas pointed to a bottle of silver concentrated juice and introduced it to them, "If taken directly, it can remove a person's memory. If diluted with the venom of the curled-winged demon in a certain ratio, it can create a powerful amnesiac."
"The MACUSA purchases a certain amount of sleepy bean extract from me every year." Nicholas continued, "Last time Newt helped them solve the problems exposed by the American wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic also wanted to learn the technique of large-scale memory erasure. Unfortunately, they couldn't find a wizard who could tame a thunderbird, so they could only let the wizards ride brooms..."
Having said that, Nicholas gave a malicious smile.
"Of course, it is mostly needed by American hospitals for magical injuries and illnesses. As long as the dosage is appropriate, it can erase some bad memories. It is more useful than the Oblivion Charm."
"Of course, this thing is expensive, because it requires a large amount of sleepy beans to extract a test tube of silver extract. This is also the source of my Zhuoguo."
"What is that?" Albert noticed a sealed test tube placed in a cold glass box.
"That's the potential potion." Nicholas said softly.
"The Potency Potion from Zygmunt Budge's Book of Potions?"
"Yes." Nicholas took the test tube out of the glass box, handed it to Albert and said, "The situation of American potion masters is not much better than that of alchemists. However, we can always find a way to survive."
"Not all descendants of wizards have powerful magic. Many famous and wealthy wizard families are keen to give their children this potion to stimulate their magical potential and let them lead other wizards in certain aspects." Nicholas continued, "After they graduate from school, they will be able to enter the Magical Congress of the United States and become an excellent Auror, or get other more promising careers."
"Have American wizards mastered how to grow phantom grass?" Albert asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I have tried it, but the results are poor. Most of the phantom smell grass that I cultivated is half dead, and it is not as high quality as the phantom smell grass in the magic garden. Before it can be made into potential potion, it usually needs to be purified, and the extract can be used directly to make potential potion."
"It's all because of the money!" Albert said softly.
"After all, they don't have a lot of Zhuoguo to squander like I do." Nicholas was well aware of the difficulties faced by others.
The alchemists and potion makers in America are relatively united, forming an intricate network of relationships through interests. This is one of the reasons why Nicholas was able to obtain a large amount of magical raw materials.
"Didn't they try to research the Bafey Brain-Stimulant?"
"Yes, but that thing is a bit dangerous and unstable. It requires a very skilled potion master to make it successfully."
In fact, those potion makers also want to make money by making Bafei brain stimulant, but if this thing is not made properly, it may turn people into fools after drinking it.
It would be better to make money by making the Felixir. At least if the Felixir fails and someone is poisoned, there is still hope.
"I know a potion master." Albert thought for a moment and said, "Hector Dagworth, I think you may have heard of his name. I once asked him to help me make the Bafe Brain Refresher, but that thing did have some effect."
"Of course, I can also make the Bafe Brain Refresher, but Runespoor eggs are hard to come by." Albert suddenly said, "and it requires more practice."
"The raw materials can be obtained from Burkina Faso." Nicholas understood what Albert meant and said, "As long as you can provide reliable Bafe brain stimulant."
"Burkina Faso?"
"It's a small country in Africa. There is a forest there that is dedicated to protecting runes, and there are many wizards who raise runes for sale." Nicholas said without hesitation, "The runes fangs that Floo powder needs are also obtained from that country."
Many people directly used the powder made from the fangs of the runes snake instead of Floo powder, and ended up blowing themselves up, but they didn't know that the thing still needed to be processed through alchemy to be made into Floo powder.
"Okay, let's talk about this!" Albert shook the potential potion and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"I hope you can become Catherine's friend." Nicholas said seriously, "After she becomes my heir, she is destined to have no close friends in the future. As both of you are geniuses, you should have a lot to talk about."
"Are you sure we're just friends?" Albert asked.
"Of course, if you want to pursue my granddaughter, I won't..."
"No, I already have a girlfriend." Albert shook his head. "However, if you are a friend who wants to communicate with me in magic alchemy, I would be happy to do so. We can contact each other through the two-way mirror at that time."
Albert could see that Nicholas cared about his granddaughter very much.