Chapter 344 Special Cases
"What are you going to do?" Tolkien watched as Zhao Mai picked up the Weeping Wormwood, first put it under his nose and smelled it, then bit off a piece with his teeth and started chewing it. "This thing is poisonous! Spit it out quickly!" He immediately picked up the emetic he had just prepared and handed it over.
"It's okay, I won't be poisoned." Zhao Mai wrapped the thing in his mouth with the force of nature, and then slowly realized its medicinal properties. Afterwards, he took a sip of the emetic and felt it carefully in the same way.
In this way, Zhao Mai tasted all the raw materials needed for the emetics one by one, and carefully compared them with the ingredients of the emetics. As the control of the natural force becomes stronger and stronger, the druid will gradually break away from the original "human" after learning to transform into other biological forms. Toxin immunity is a universal ability of the druid at this stage.
On this basis, Druid can further refine this ability, such as using the natural force to analyze the toxicity and medicinal properties of animals and plants. This is actually closely related to the ability to transform. A druid who turns into a poisonous snake also has the same fangs and venom glands as a snake. A druid who turns into a puffer fish also has the same deliciousness and danger. One of the keys is understanding and the other is imitation, and these are both within the capabilities of the natural force.
However, the force of nature will not make Zhao Mai a chemist, nor can it automatically provide him with the optimal pharmaceutical formula. He first prepared it according to the method in the textbook, tasted every step again, used his own body to experience the process of making the medicine, analyzed which ingredient played the most important role, and whether each step incorporated the most important ingredient. The effectiveness has been exerted, can it be improved?
He is like an analyzer, and the knowledge of potions he learned from the bachelors in Westeros allowed him to get started. The recipes in the wizarding world provide the basic path, and using psychic powers, he has extremely precise potions. operational capabilities. Tolkien could only control the accuracy of materials to a few grams, but Zhao Mai used his psychic powers to be ten or even a hundred times more accurate than him. Zhao Mai was able to divide the original experimental material into more than thirty parts in proportion and conduct thirty smaller-scale experiments. He constantly improves the efficiency of each step and advances step by step. By the time it got dark, after more than two hundred iterations, he had completed version 24.0 of the emetic potion, and its efficacy had almost reached the limit of this formula.
However, the operation method he used was completely different from the method in the book. Apart from the same raw materials, it could not be seen that it was a medicine at all.
Tolkien licked a drop of the emetic with his tongue, and then immediately couldn't stand it anymore, and vomited while hugging the trash can on the ground. Zhao Mai used the force of nature to help him control his body's reaction, and then helped him stand up. Tolkien wiped his mouth: "This... this thing is very powerful, so powerful!"
"I just think you are complimenting me." Zhao Mai helped him to the chair and said: "I found something very strange: this potion exerts the ability of the material itself, not the ability of the spell. "
"What's the meaning?"
"I mean, excluding the use of magic to operate the preparation process, this potion can also be prepared by ordinary people, and there is no need to have the ability to cast spells." Zhao Mai then turned the book to the next page: "Let's take a look. Is it the same for a medicine?"
The two of them were busy late into the night, and didn't rush back to the dormitory until the lights-out time at Hogwarts. They tested three medicines that day, and Zhao Mai used similar methods to find ways to enhance the effectiveness of the medicines. The next day, Zhao Mai found Professor Dumbledore after class with questions.
He has his own office, which is small but comfortably furnished. In the middle of the roof is an orange ball lamp, with a small blue ball rotating next to it, probably taking the symbolic meaning of the sun and the earth. The huge bookcase reaches almost to the ceiling. The books at the top can look directly at the sun and the earth, and the gilded text on the spine is easy to distinguish under the light.
Dumbledore is surrounded by bookshelves. He has a huge desk, which is cluttered and occupied by various scrolls, letters, stationery, specimens, potions and models. When Zhao Min came in, he was staring at the table: "Everyone stands in order, we have guests."
The things on the table didn't move at all, but the chair opposite the desk came over on its own, shaking off the old nightgown hanging on the back of the chair as it moved, so that Zhao Mai could sit down comfortably. "I've been thinking about when you would come to me, but I really didn't expect it would be today. It seems that my prophecy is still as bad as before." He smiled at Zhao Mai and said: "I know you and A Duo met. It’s troublesome, but I’m sorry, I have applied, but the school’s examination committee is currently unwilling to change the rules.”
"Exam board?"
"Yes, the examination committee I'm talking about is the principal." Dumbledore stretched out his slender fingers to rummage on the table, "Ah, here, I remembered to leave a bag of candies. Want one? Purely. It’s chocolate flavored, not Bibi’s All-Flavour Beans.”
"Thank you." Zhao Mai took a chocolate candy and threw it into his mouth. The sugar is a bit old, and it feels a little dusty, but otherwise it's fine, and the sweet aroma soon fills the mouth. "Don't you, the principal, want us two to pass the exam?"
"Oh no, he is not targeting you two, I can guarantee that." Dumbledore said: "The exam used now has been going on for decades, and generations of wizards have passed the exam in this way. Although it cannot be said It is absolutely correct, but at least there is a fixed standard. Too many people are paying attention to you students now. If you propose to change the filtering conditions at this time, it will attract too much unnecessary attention to the school. Moreover, this matter must be Report to the Ministry of Magic, even if the Ministry of Magic approves the changes, the exam will have been completed by that time."
Zhao Mai nodded. Dumbledore was very realistic. It is indeed difficult to change the rules. But he was also open-minded. Even if he failed the exam, he just couldn't stay at Hogwarts to study, which didn't mean he couldn't study.
"The situation of Hodor is very interesting, and the situation is very clear. The only words he can say are the two words Hodor, but the meaning he expresses is the same as that of ordinary people, so he can cast magic. Some magical creatures are casting magic. A similar phenomenon will occur when casting spells. The ancient dragon recorded in ancient books used dragon language to cast magic - not to breathe fire. Ado is a giant, and it is very likely that some ancient bloodline in his body shows Power has caused all of this. Even if he fails the exam, he will still be a good wizard."
"Thank you for your compliment. Ado's spells are very good, but he is not good at other subjects. This problem is actually quite big."
"School is not the only road to success, nor is it the only ladder to shape character." Dumbledore said: "Mike, I am more interested in your situation. I have read many, many books, trying to find similar symptoms. ——I can't find a more suitable word, so I will use symptoms instead. I don't mean that you are sick. I actually found a passage."
Dumbledore raised his head and glanced from the bookshelf: "Uh, where is it? I read it the day before yesterday. Oh yes, here!" He waved slightly, and a thick stone-covered book fell from the shelf. Roll off the shelf. At this moment, the objects on the table, whether they were scrolls or stationery, screamed and ran away, because two seconds later, the big stone book hit the table with a loud bang.
He waved his hand to blow away the dust, and there were a few words carved with a chisel on the stone cover: "A Study on the Origin of Magic."