For the first time, Avada, who had lived two lives, realized that strengthening did not necessarily bring positive effects.
At the same time, this also made him respect the results explored by those pioneers even more - in the exploration and research of generations, many of the most basic things have been optimized to the limit, and each step is the concentration of thousands of years of experience, which cannot be overturned by his magic sense alone.
Of course, this respect is also limited. After all, there are countless examples of development stagnation caused by being bound by experience. Moreover, his "magic sense" is also likely to be unprecedented, which almost gives him the power to question and improve everything.
However, when questioning and improving, he must be cautious, cautious, and cautious, otherwise it will be a joke like the one just now.
After being scolded by Snape, and frantically apologizing to Baron and obtaining understanding and comfort, the tortured Avada finally waited until the bell rang.
Snape was the first to announce the end of class and walked out of the classroom, and then most of the students quickly stood up and walked out of the door - the explosions and pungent smells made them want to escape from this classroom in the next second. The bottle of azure potion was still on the desks of Avada and Baron, so many students walked by them and saw their potion that Snape had criticized.
However, most people just glanced at it and left. After all, their finished product was worse, so they had no right to laugh at others. And those Slytherins who successfully completed the potion did not come forward to ridicule for Baron's sake.
But Avada ignored those strange looks, and hurriedly said goodbye to Baron, then chased out with his schoolbag, and stopped Snape who had just left the classroom not far away.
"Professor, please wait a moment!"
"Huh?" Snape turned his head in surprise. He knew his reputation well, so he never thought that any student would dare to chase him to ask questions, not to mention that the student who chased him had just been scolded by him.
"Professor, do you know about 'intelligence enhancement potion'?"
Avada asked the question with a brave face, and then took a deep breath, ready to face the storm of ridicule and scolding.
"Oh, intelligence enhancer."
Snape raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "It seems that our genius Mr. Ken has finally realized that his brain is not that good, and he wants to become smarter through potions?"
"Since you already know that there is such a potion as intelligence enhancer, you must know that it is a potion that only fourth graders can learn to make, and it is also very difficult for fourth graders. Do you think you have perfectly mastered all the knowledge from first to fourth grade? Or do you think that intelligence enhancer is like scabies treatment, which can be prepared with just a little effort, and you can also use your genius skills to strengthen it?"
"And the effect of intelligence enhancer is generally only about one day. Do you plan to drink it as water, enjoy the genius mind for a few months, and then become an idiot forever?"
He looked at the dumbfounded Avada with satisfaction, turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Avada was not fooled, but he did not expect that intelligence enhancer would have time limit and side effects.
It seems that he can only analyze the structure of mental power bit by bit to see if there is any way to forcibly improve his talent.
After the potion class, there was the herbology class taught by the dean, Professor Sprout. But contrary to Avada's expectations, Professor Sprout did not take them to the greenhouse to show the various magical plants. Instead, he asked them to flip through the textbooks and take notes in the classroom, and explained in detail the biological classification of magical plants, several common physiological structures, and the simple history of the development of herbology.
According to Professor Sprout, they now have no knowledge or foundation about herbology, so it would be meaningless even if they went to the greenhouse. So they need to sit in the classroom and study honestly, and when they have enough knowledge, they can go to the greenhouse to put this knowledge into practice and learn more profound knowledge in practice.
After finishing a day's classes, Avada went straight to the library after dinner and looked through the fourth-grade potion textbook to see if he could make a wisdom enhancer by himself, observe how it affects mental strength and improves people's talents, and then try to develop magic or potions that can permanently improve talents.
After he read the entire process of making a wisdom enhancer, he understood what Snape meant by "very difficult even for fourth graders" - he couldn't understand it at all.
The names of the medicinal materials, the types of instruments, the techniques used, the formulas used for calculations, and the many symbols and terms directly blocked Avada from understanding any information about the wisdom enhancer. If he wanted to understand these things, he had to understand all the knowledge of potions from first to fourth grade, and he hadn't even remembered all the knowledge of first grade yet.
"You are so ambitious."
He sighed secretly, and at the same time, he admired Hermione Granger, whom he had never met before. She successfully brewed the Polyjuice Potion, which was only available to the sixth grade advanced class, in the second grade . What kind of monster is this!
"My magical senses are only suitable for research with real objects, and for this kind of purely theoretical and purely calculated subject, I am no different from ordinary people." He shook his head in annoyance and put the fourth grade textbook back on the bookshelf.
"Let's go to the Room of Requirement again and see what the things there can bring me."
Avada left the library and ran upstairs to the stairs on the eighth floor. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the corner, and he almost bumped into it.
"Professor Baker?"
Avada asked in surprise after stopping and seeing the appearance of the person coming.
"Are you... Ken?"
Although he had only met once, Professor Baker was very impressed by this student with an extremely outrageous name and excellent performance in class, and recognized his face at once.
"What are you doing here, Mr. Ken?"
'I was going to ask you, the Defense Against the Dark Arts office is on the third floor...'
"Oh, we have an astronomy class tomorrow, so I want to check out the Astronomy Tower in advance, professor." Avada said the excuse he had prepared long ago.
"It's a good habit to get to know the venue in advance." Professor Baker nodded and went downstairs.
Avada looked at his back and frowned - Professor Baker's mental power was even more abnormal than in the morning. Although he could not see any abnormality under the vision of magical senses, he just felt a strong sense of disobedience.
"Mental power..."
Avada sighed, and really went to the Astronomy Tower to prevent the professor from returning secretly to spy, then returned to the eighth floor and quickly entered the Room of Requirement. He first took the crown out of his exclusive room, then returned to the "hiding room", and began to look for magical items suitable for his current research.
There will be another update around nine o'clock