Chapter 227 225. Memory
"Can you see what this bottle of medicine is, Professor Johnson."
Sir Stoke said with a solemn face.
Jon is not good at potions, and for a while he couldn't think of any potions that were silver.
But the jewel of the ring contains more than half of the collection of forbidden books in the entire Hogwarts library. As long as this potion is not a private and exclusive secret recipe, there is a great chance to find clues in those forbidden books about potions Come.
He weighed his words carefully.
"I also have some superficial understanding of potions, but there are too many types of potions that you should know about, sir. Now, we can slowly study and reverse its effect."
Sir Stoke nodded.
"That's right, I also have some books about potions in my study, which are left by my family and collected when I was on land. We can use these materials to study."
He didn't know whether this sentence was intentional or unintentional, but it had blocked Jon's original intention to take the bottle of silver potion away and find out what it was in private.
Jon is more inclined that he did it on purpose. Although Sir Stoke is innocent, he is not naive. He will definitely not trust Jon unconditionally. At this time, he should be defensive.
And he has actually given enough trust, instead of taking the potion away directly, he said that he would work with Jon to study the effect of this bottle of potion.
This can be regarded as a way that Jon can accept. After all, he has obtained the contract signed with Voldemort's real name in advance, and he has a hunch that the biggest problem should be in this contract.
There were not many people on board who knew French. Fortunately, Hermione had taught herself French for a while, and now she was in the tower. She didn't need to translate all the contents of the contract, as long as she could give a general meaning. .
Jon and Sir Stoke didn't stay at the top of the tower any longer, they returned to the study with the silver potion.
Astronomy-related books in the study room do account for the vast majority, but there are also some books related to spells and potions.
It’s just that Jon can tell these books just by looking at the cover. These are basically ordinary potion books that can be bought in the world, and slightly related to off-the-beaten or taboo potions are not recorded in them.
So Jon's attention was not on the potion books that Sir Stoke took out. He was staring at the potion placed in the middle of the desk, constantly searching for the forbidden books about potions in the ring.
Potions that are silver in color are very rare. Even if he quickly browsed all the banned books related to potions, Jon could only find four or five kinds.
The manifestations of the potions recorded by these potions are very different from the bottle in front of you.
What is stored in the glass bottle is indeed liquid, but the silver color is floating like smoke, giving people a dreamlike feeling.
Sir Stoke couldn't find any results from those ordinary potion books, he frowned deeply, and suggested.
"Why don't we open the bottle, take a few drops of medicine, and find something to test its effect?"
There is nothing wrong with this proposal. Before we can find accurate records of the potion, we can only deduce it from its own effects.
For the sake of insurance, Jon took the initiative to take this work on himself, and Sir Stoke nodded in agreement.
He took the glass bottle, and then carefully opened the cork.
And just after Jon opened the bottle, the silver smoke that was originally floating in the liquid in the glass bottle suddenly flew out of it!
The smoke broke away from the liquid, condensed into a silver thread in the air at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then rushed towards Sir Stoke's head with a clear goal!
Jon pulled out his wand in a very quick reaction at the beginning of this change. When the silver smoke flew out, he did not hesitate to cast a spell in front of himself and Sir Stoke.
"Protect everyone!"
A variation of the Iron Armor Curse, which can protect an area rather than a single person.
However, after the silver thread condensed and rushed towards Sir Stoke's head, Jon suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart!
This thing has been kept in liquid before, and Jon's inherent impression is that it can only be stored in a Pensieve, so he never went in that direction.
But now, he finally realized what it was!
This is no potion at all, but a ray of memory!
A memory pulled out of Sir Stoke's mind!
The Iron Armor Curse is used to resist spells, and of course it cannot prevent memories from returning to its owner's mind.
The strand of silver rushed into Sir Stoke's mind smoothly, and at that moment, Sir Stoke's eyes showed a blank look.
Jon quickly opened the distance between him and Sir Stoke, but he did not point his wand rashly at the Sir who was studying with him just now what the bottle of memory was, but held his breath and asked very seriously. road.
"It's a memory, isn't it, Sir Stoke?"
The bewilderment in Sir Stoke's eyes didn't last long, and soon his face became a little dark, and then changed from dark to thinking, and finally met Jon's eyes calmly, and said with a smile .
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden, Professor Johnson, this is just an ordinary memory, I'm still me, and it won't make me a different person."
Jon didn't relax his tense body, but the expression on his face no longer became so serious.
"Yes, memory will not change a person in most cases, but since the memory in the bottle is yours, sir, does that mean that you put the slate on it? It's just that you forgot it?"
Sir Stoke didn't seem to have any changes in his personality before he retrieved that memory, he raised his eyebrows and said tactfully.
"This memory, how should I say it involves my personal privacy a bit, so I'm sorry that I can't answer your questions, Professor Johnson. But this does not prevent me from thanking you, really thank you for your kindness to me If you need any help, feel free to ask, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help."
Jon didn't speak immediately, he looked into Sir Stoke's eyes, and the atmosphere was so quiet for half a minute.
(end of this chapter)