Until school started again, Bellatrix did not know whether this could be considered a success.
However, during this holiday, her biggest harvest was not the preparation of that Potion, but rather asking Lord Voldemort some questions every week.
How should she put it?
In Bellatrix’s eyes, Lord Voldemort seemed somewhat different.
Or rather, at this moment, aside from his occasional mood swings, generally speaking, he was more like a leader with great personal charisma; had Bellatrix not known of his future tyranny, she might have long succumbed to his charm.
But even so, Bellatrix still gained a lot from seeking guidance from him.
Lord Voldemort was like a mentor from her past life, not blindly instilling his own views in her, but instead guiding her in the direction of thinking about problems on her own.
Under his teaching, her proficiency in the Dark Arts also advanced by leaps and bounds, and she soon roughly learned some of the past Dark Arts recorded in the House of Black.
Now in Bellatrix’s heart, the definition of magic was also beginning to take shape.
All self-created magic that would not be shared with others was the Dark Arts, while magic taught to others to gain feedback was White Magic, and learning pre-existing magic was defined by her as universal magic.
As things stood now, the magic she learned were all universal magic, with not a single self-created magic.
She defined offensive universal magic targeted at people as offensive magic, including jinxes, curses, and some harmful spells such as ‘Diffindo’; while magic capable of defending against magic damage was defined as defensive magic, the most common being ‘Protego’; and there were also some auxiliary spells such as ‘Aguamenti’.
She said that her improved proficiency in the Dark Arts during this period meant that she had her own insights into many Dark Arts, while also mastering quite a few jinxes and curses.
At the same time, perhaps due to practicing those jinxes too much, a lot of negative emotions had also accumulated in her heart.
Lord Voldemort had sensed everything early on, and then guided her to choose a way to vent it out.
What she finally chose was Potion making, but the Potions made through this method always carried an evil aura that was hard to remove, as if while venting her emotions, she had also created a bottle of Dark Arts Potion.
Whenever she used all her energy to make a Potion, it seemed to always bring about negative effects similar to curses.
After Lord Voldemort saw the Potion she made with her own hands, for a moment he didn’t know what to say.
Although for him, making a perfect Potion was not difficult, for someone like Bellatrix, every time she made a perfect Potion it came with negative effects, which was truly surprising. Find the original chapter at novelping dot com.
He later guessed that this might be an influence brought by the bloodline of the House of Black.
Right, Lord Voldemort also told Bellatrix that the Potion Professor Slughorn guided her to make was a perfect Potion; unlike standard Potions, perfect Potions would all have some unusual effects, and this was also an important basis for distinguishing the strength of Potion Masters.
He also suggested that Bellatrix, after starting school, should ask Professor Slughorn some questions about magic; his exact words were,
“Although that cowardly man has abandoned the path of magic, he can still be considered a famous Potion Master of the present age. He has seen too many things, and many things can get answers from him.”
With Lord Voldemort’s suggestion, shortly after school started, she found the Professor.
“Professor, it seems I have made that kind of Potion you told me about before…” Bellatrix opened her mouth hesitantly towards Professor.
At this moment, Slughorn in the office also abruptly put down the quill in his hand, and then raised his head.
“Oh?~!”
Bellatrix thought he didn’t hear, and instead continued saying once more, “I seem to have made that kind of perfect Potion!”
“Perfect Potion~ Yes, I remember, the one you tried was still that healing Potion right?” He was somewhat excited, and then stood up from behind the desk.
“Yes, but, it seems a slight accident happened in the middle…” Bellatrix was somewhat uncertain.
“An accident?” He raised his eyebrow, and then quickly smoothed it out, “Then Black The Handmaiden, do you have time now? Brew it on the spot; anyway, it’s still early before curfew.”
Having said that, he directly gestured for Bellatrix to follow, walking over to the Potion-making room on the side.
And Bellatrix also very naturally took the materials she needed from the material cabinet, and then began to brew.
Brewing healing Potions was already something she was well-acquainted with; she very naturally divided the materials, sliced the lizard tail, crushed the pine wood, and took slugs from a bucket on the side to extract their juice…
Soon, following the fluid operations, the material preparation was complete.
As the flame ignited, she added the materials in order one by one, while beginning to stir constantly.
Professor looked at the scene before him, a slight light flashing in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything.
As the boiling continued, the flame also showed slight fluctuations, but Bellatrix seemed as if she hadn’t noticed and continued adding materials.
The materials in the cauldron slowly fused together, and as the stirring became faster and faster, Bellatrix was also whole-heartedly immersed in the making.
Professor watching the scene before him couldn’t control his satisfaction. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
When the brewed Potion was finally poured out from the cauldron, he clearly saw within the clear and transparent blue, that trace of a Black ribbon-like change.
Professor stepped forward, grabbed the Potion, carefully scrutinized the changes within it, and then took out his wand, casting a magic spell ‘Potion Potency Test’ on the Potion.
After finding everything normal, he unexpectedly drank the Potion in one gulp.
This action left Bellatrix somewhat puzzled for a moment; although what was brewed was a healing Potion, was it really right to casually drink someone else’s Potion?
Only to see Professor closing his eyes, seeming to feel something.
After a moment, Bellatrix even thought he had taken a nap.
Opening his eyes again, Professor’s expression was somewhat complicated.
“Black The Handmaiden, you researched the Dark Arts during the holiday, right!”
Clearly a puzzled question, but his words inside and out were affirmative.
These words gave Bellatrix a start in her heart; after all, on the surface, the Dark Arts were still rejected by the entire society, so she did not answer.
Slughorn didn’t expect her to answer either, and continued speaking.
“Clearly an ordinary healing Potion, but besides healing, it produced a certain change, unexpectedly devouring external magic, and perhaps even causing a certain degree of magic suppression effect?”
“What a truly interesting accident.”
He did not pursue the matter regarding the Dark Arts, but instead straightforwardly stated the effects of the Potion.
As expected of a Potion Master recognized by Lord Voldemort, truly formidable, discovering the Potion’s effects upon just initial contact.
“And this unique Dark Arts aura, I think Black The Handmaiden, your talent for the Dark Arts must be very good.”
At this, Bellatrix was truly somewhat at a loss; she hadn’t expected that just from a single Potion, Professor could see so many things.