Bellatrix remembered that in class, Professor Horace Slughorn had said that the Potion brewed this time was used to treat some minor external injuries, such as cuts, sprains, and other obvious injuries visible to the naked eye.
Speaking of which, Bellatrix suddenly lost her focus for a moment.
She found that in the world of Harry Potter, young Wizards were usually left to fend for themselves, and adult Wizards never worried about them having any major problems.
And in the storyline, the number of young Wizards who had died in the Castle of Hogwarts was truly countable on one hand.
One was Myrtle, killed by Lord Voldemort’s Dark Arts, and the other was Cedric Diggory, who also died from the Dark Arts in the Triwizard Tournament.
From this, it could be seen that if it weren’t for powerful Dark Arts, it would be very difficult to kill young Wizards.
Therefore, some therapeutic Potions were perceived as insignificant in people’s minds, which was why they became low-level Potions in teaching?
She didn’t know if her conjecture was correct, but obviously, this made a certain amount of sense.
When Bellatrix came back to her senses, she looked at the two Potions in front of her again.
This time she completely calmed down, putting herself in a state of active magic—which she named the Super Magic State.
This was a special state unique to herself that she had discovered.
In this state, she could perceive the subtle flow trajectories of magic, thereby casting Charms better.
Of course, its biggest use should be improving Charms.
She could even roughly guess the consequences that the flow of magic would cause.
And in her observations, the Potions brewed through standard procedures originally had no fluctuations at all, but over time, one could still perceive the extremely subtle magic flow trajectories within them, yet the feeling it gave her was that of a dry and boring program.
It simply revolved around fixed nodes, continuously and repeatedly carrying out its own motion.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness struck.
She knew that the use of the Super Magic State had reached its limit, and continuing further might lead to bad results, so she decisively withdrew from it.
At the same time she exited the Super Magic State, she staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.
Fortunately, she was able to control herself, preventing the reagent from shattering.
Perhaps the magic trajectory of the Potion was too subtle, causing her to expend more mental energy, thereby affecting the use of the Super Magic State.
Yes, she had discovered long ago that the Super Magic State was closely related to her mental power.
After resting on the ground for a moment, she took out a notebook from her clothes and opened the latest page— You are reading on g.com, the official source.
Potion Experiment Diary:
Today I asked Professor Horace Slughorn about advanced questions regarding Potions.
He gave me two Potions, one made through standard procedures, and the other made more ‘randomly’ by him.
For some reason, I always felt that the latter Potion was somewhat different.
Observing the standard Potion through the Super Magic State, I found that its characteristic was neatness without a soul, just like a tool.
But it was unexpectedly found that observing the Potion consumed a lot of mental energy, causing the duration of the Super Magic State to be drastically shortened.
At the same time, I made a guess today that Wizards are not easily subjected to fatal injuries, perhaps due to the protection of magic?
This remains to be verified.
As Bellatrix finished writing her experimental records and closed the notebook, one could see that the first half of the notebook was densely packed with contents.
A casual glance would reveal the development progress of Lumos on it.
Bellatrix closed the previous experimental notes, then patted the dust off her trousers that she had picked up when she fell to the ground.
She slightly frowned, suppressing her discomfort, and deciding that would be it for today, she rarely returned to the common room early.
As a result, when returning from the common room to the dormitory, she heard someone whispering in discussion.
“Could this The Handmaiden Black have been sorted into the wrong house? I think she should have been sorted into Ravenclaw, knowing only how to read books all day long. How did she become the leader of Slytherin? Even if her strength is very strong, I am still not convinced…”
He didn’t notice the terrified expression on the face of the person opposite him.
Obviously, the person opposite him had seen Bellatrix.
Because she always returned close to curfew year round, this boy clearly hadn’t expected Bellatrix to appear at this time.
He continued gossiping, “I reckon if it weren’t for the House of Black, she wouldn’t even know who in the entire Slytherin would give her a good face… She really thinks strength is everything! Making your way out there requires a focus on unity.”
The face of the person opposite him was no longer just ugly, but completely pale.
Then, suddenly realizing something, he shouted, “I don’t know anything!” and ran back to the dormitory.
Puzzled, he yelled out, “Luke, what’s wrong with you?”
“His name is Luke, then what is your name?” An elegant female voice with a chanting tone sounded behind him.
The moment he saw Bellatrix, it was as if time had frozen, and the color on his face gradually faded.
“Bl… Black… The Handmaiden Black, I was just spouting nonsense just now, please spare me!” Seeming to realize something, he immediately knelt on the ground, and tears flowed out at the same time.
“Tch, so filthy…”
Bellatrix used a Scourgify to clean up the boy’s tears and the stains on the ground.
Then she walked up to him, “I remember there doesn’t seem to be you among the Sacred Twenty-Eight, are you insulting our glory? Or are you looking down on me?”
Her voice was like a demon’s whisper, constantly attacking his mind.
He could no longer bear it, so he turned around and wanted to escape.
“Serpensortia!”
A venomous snake that appeared out of thin air wrapped around his leg, tripping him to the ground.
“Heh!” She sneered, “Since you’re spouting nonsense, then sober up a bit.”
Then, Bellatrix continuously used Aguamenti a few times to drench the boy completely, and then used Charms to tie him up and hang him in the middle of the common room.
In the middle of this, he tried to use his wand a few times, but unfortunately, Bellatrix, who had anticipated it early on, knocked his wand flying away.
After completing this minor punishment, she returned to her dormitory without looking back.
At this time, someone finally came out of the dormitory.
But looking at the scene before them, no matter how Houston pleaded from above, not a single person dared to go up and let him down, and they didn’t even dare to cast a Scourgify on him, for fear of angering Bellatrix.
When Rodolphus and the female prefect returned and saw this scene, their expressions were also somewhat surprised.
Someone told them the course of events, knowing that he had provoked Bellatrix first, and then their brows smoothed out, their expressions even carrying a hint of appreciation.
“I thought The Handmaiden Black didn’t care about the glory of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, it seems she has done very well.”
As for the hanging boy, he no longer cared; after all, he was just a minor character.
Although the temperature in the common room was constant, being drenched all over for the whole night must have been uncomfortable.
Sure enough, the next day when Bellatrix went out, the boy was already somewhat unable to speak.
She glanced at him, called out to a few freshmen ahead, “You few take him to the Hospital Wing, remember not to talk nonsense.”
The few freshmen hurriedly nodded, then flusteredly let the boy down and sent him away.
Afterwards, her prestige in Slytherin grew day by day.