At dusk, the sky gradually darkens.
An owl flew across the sky, heading for the small manor on the edge of the remote village of Senas. It circled above the manor, and finally flew directly into the house from an open window.
The sudden appearance of the owl startled the house-elf who was busy in the kitchen. It quickly protected the freshly baked dinner and shouted to the uninvited owl: "Don't fly around. Give me the letter and I will give it to the owner."
The owl obviously had no intention of giving the letter to the house-elf. It flapped its wings and circled over the kitchen, scaring the house-elf and screaming, "Don't do that. You'll ruin the master's dinner and make a mess of Mara's kitchen."
The house elf tried to reach out and catch the owl that had run into the kitchen and was flying around, but soon realized that his efforts were in vain, so he had no choice but to open the kitchen door and scream, "I'll take you to see the master, stop flying around."
The owl glided through the door and flew along the corridor toward the restaurant, throwing the envelope to the middle-aged man who was reading the Daily Prophet.
"I'm sorry Master, I couldn't stop it," Mara said uneasily.
"It's okay. Is dinner ready?" Hertok asked as he flipped through the newspaper.
"It's ready. I'll bring the food right away." Mara opened the window of the dining room, threw out the owl that was causing trouble, and then hurried back to the kitchen to bring the freshly prepared food.
"Who sent the letter?"
Hetok put down the Daily Prophet and picked up the envelope in front of him. He found that it was sent by Albert, whom he had met not long ago. He opened the envelope and quickly read the contents of the letter.
After reading half of the content of the letter, Hetok frowned, because he saw that Albert mentioned the idea of a magic potion that could prolong life in the letter, and the letter also included some of his ideas and research.
The potion master showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't mean to laugh at Albert, but he felt that Albert had reached that age.
Anyone who dares to challenge death is a genius in the field of potions.
Only a genius in potions with lofty ambitions would have such an arrogant thought and use potions to defeat death.
Once upon a time, creating an elixir of life was the long-cherished wish of countless potion masters!
Unfortunately, the wizard who successfully created the elixir of life was an alchemist.
This matter is somewhat ironic.
Moreover, the creation of the elixir of life actually has little to do with magic potions, and it relies more on the Philosopher's Stone.
At the beginning, the young Hertok was also immersed in the research of the elixir of life. He tried to brew the so-called elixir of life. After failing again and again, he secretly collected the medicinal materials of the elixir of life brewed by Mr. Nicolas Flamel, trying to reverse the formula of the potion, but all ended in failure.
Seeing a similar "formula" in Albert's letter, Hertok even suspected that this was the formula for the elixir of life that Albert got from Nicolas Flamel, and that it was the product that he improved on.
no way.
Hetok took a closer look and found that the materials for the potion formula mentioned in the letter were very similar to what he had studied before.
He didn't think that such a recipe could succeed, because Mr. Nicole once told him personally that without the Philosopher's Stone, following the recipe for the elixir of life, all that would be produced was a pot of poisonous potion.
From then on, Hetok had no interest in messing around with the so-called elixir of life.
"Mara, bring me some letter paper and a quill. I need to write a letter." Hetok didn't mean to preach. He just told Albert about some of his experiences back then and said that if he wanted his research records, he could lend them to him.
"By the way, has the letter from the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association arrived?" Hetok was halfway through writing a letter when he suddenly thought of something and looked up to ask the house-elf.
"No master yet." Mara said sharply: "Mara has been paying special attention to the letters from the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association according to the master's request."
Hetok murmured, "It seems that old guy Bernard doesn't want me to be a judge."
The five-yearly Magic School Potions Championship is about to begin.
Most gold card members of the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association are eligible to become judges for various potion competitions. The notification letter has not been sent yet, which means that he has not been invited to become a judge.
It’s different from what I said at the beginning.
Hetok could guess who was behind this with his knees.
Another Bernard trick.
However, Bernard did not dare to go too far, as the referee qualification would most likely be given to Damocles.
"We should write a letter to Damocles to ask for details," Hurtok muttered. "Oh, and write a letter to Dumbledore to confirm this matter."
This summer, Hertok heard some rumors. Although he was not too sensitive to certain things, he also knew that excellent grades and a bunch of titles would make it easier for Albert to become a substitute for the Wizengamot.
Albert needs the champion of the Magic School Potions Championship and Hector wants Albert to be the champion.
If he missed this one, Albert would never have the chance to win the Potions Championship like Damocles.
What's more, he doesn't want the championship title to fall into the hands of Bernard's descendants. Everyone knows that Bernard relaxed the membership age just to pave the way for his grandson.
As for being spurned
Bernard was not worried, as politicians are thick-skinned.
What's more, no matter how bad Bernard's grandson is, he has Bernard to help him. Bernard gives his research results to his grandson to publish. Who can say anything
However, this is not the main reason why some pharmacists dislike Bernard. After all, no one will have any objection to Bernard's inventions and how he wants to do them.
But Bernard's attempt to control the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association and turn it into his political bargaining chip made many pharmacists unbearable.
The Extraordinary Pharmacists Association was originally a relatively loose organization. Everyone gathered together just to be able to better exchange knowledge about potions and to have a place to get the required herbs more quickly. However, Bernard's forming of cliques and factions caused a lot of trouble for everyone and blocked the supply of herbs for some wizards, setting a very bad precedent.
The pharmacists who originally had a good relationship with each other also began to form a group to fight for the rights in the Extraordinary Pharmacist Association. Everyone hoped that Bernard would be kicked out of the position of president in the next election, but they still made a mess of the association.
Thinking of these bad things, Hertok didn't want Bernard to get what he wanted even more.
After he finished writing his reply to Albert, he continued to write to Dumbledore. As for Damocles, Hetok planned to visit him another day.