May.

The wind is very gentle.

Inside Harry's cabin.

There is a bottle of magic potion on the table. The bottle is very small. It is not an exaggeration to call it pocket-sized. It can be picked up with the thumb and index finger. If someone drinks it, I am afraid that a normal person will drink it cleanly in one gulp.

The transparent glass bottle contained a golden juice-like liquid, and a very strange and alluring smell floated over the house.

Fuling potion, also called lucky potion.

However, the so-called "good luck" it can bring does not directly make the user's wishes come true. In fact, it mainly combines the wizard's various abilities, such as social ability, perception ability, magic ability, reaction ability, etc., to a certain extent.

It has been greatly improved, so it will make people feel that no matter what they do, they go according to their heart and are very satisfied, as if they are protected by the goddess of luck.

Fuling Potion is one of the top potions with the most powerful magical effects. Its preparation process is extremely complicated and takes half a year.

Harry naturally didn't have the time, energy, and mood to allocate it, so he procured this extremely precious bottle of Felicity Potion from Professor Snape.

Prostitution for free makes him happy.

"Is this the legendary law of cause and effect weapon?" Harry looked at the small bottle of potion with interest.

A standard bottle can maintain a wizard's "lucky time" for twelve hours.

In the original plot, everyone in Harry's camp drank a drop or two, but the effect was so powerful that the enemy's spells always flew past their bodies. They were true masters of body contouring.

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Harry gently unscrewed the cap of the small bottle, and a few bubbles appeared from the mouth of the bottle.

Harry took a small sip and drank nearly a third of the entire bottle. He smacked his mouth and savored the taste: "It's a bit like orange juice soda. It gets high marks for the taste."

Harry turned his head and looked at the ceiling and the window glass.

The room was quiet and nothing happened.

This is the reaction to a potion that is said to be almost magical.

Harry picked up the Fuling potion suspiciously and turned it around in his hand to observe again and again: "Severus wouldn't have given me an expired product, would he?"

After getting no results, Harry decided to stand up and walk around to see if he could trigger the magical effect of the Felicity Potion.

Harry walked to the bedroom and opened the door.

Zhang Qiuzheng stretched out his arms and put on white underwear, revealing his graceful figure.

After she put down her arms, she sat on the bed and looked at Harry quietly.

"Hahaha, I really didn't mean to peek..." Harry smiled awkwardly, closed the door and backed out.

Harry was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, when the door was opened by him calmly.

It was steaming inside, and the two girls in the bathtub were laughing and playing.

Seeing Harry standing at the door with a dazed look on his face, the brown-haired girl shouted angrily: "Didn't you say you would never break in when we weren't prepared again? Get out!"

The white mist in the air, due to the magic wave generated by Hermione, condensed into a wall made of countless small water droplets, and smashed towards the door.

Harry dodged out of the bathroom, water droplets hitting the glass door behind him, making a dull sound.

In the bathroom, Hermione ran her fingers through Astoria's dripping blond hair, looking confused and muttering to herself: "What's going on? The magic I set up obviously still exists, why is it useless.

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Ever since they first lived together, Harry had often "accidentally" walked into the wrong door.

I tried several times to persuade him, but to no avail.

Hermione and Zhang Qiu casually set a simple magic spell on the bathroom door every time they took a bath.

It would be easy to break the spell, but that would seem a bit deliberate and contradictory to what Harry said was unintentional.

Harry wanted to save face after all, and there would be no more accidental door-breaking incidents from now on.

But today, the curse was still hanging on the door, but it failed to prevent it.

The spell was successful, but the magic failed.

The probability of this happening was so small that Hermione was thinking about buying a Chinese sports lottery.

What if I get this luck?

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Harry sat on the sofa with his heart full of thoughts, looking solemnly at the small bottle containing golden liquid on the table.

Suddenly I took a breath of cold air.

Why is it inexplicable that when I open the door, I see a beautiful scenery? Could it be that the blessing elixir is working?

So scary? So... understand me?

Ahem......

Harry felt a little unable to sit still, and he shouted: "Helena, Helena..."

A ghostly figure flew out of the kitchen and out the door of the Room of Requirement.

Helena's panicked and angry voice came: "I'm just a ghost. Do you still want to see me naked?"

It turned out that Harry drank the Elixir of Fortune, and under the guidance of some mysterious force, he opened the door and saw the bodies of Zhang Qiu, Hermione Astoria, and Helena could see clearly.

Although the dress on her body was transformed by the soul, according to magical principles, it cannot be taken off inexplicably.

But Helena still didn't want to face this force majeure head-on. Who knows what strange things might happen.

So it would be wise for Helena to escape first.

As long as I run fast enough, Harry's shameless thoughts can't catch up with me.

"Hey..." Harry stretched out his hand and grabbed Lonely.

"I just wanted to ask you what you had for breakfast. Are you thinking too much?" Harry said lonely.

After a while, Hermione tilted her head and wiped the wet hair on her shoulder and walked out.

She immediately saw Harry looking thoughtfully in front of a bottle of potion.

Hermione grabbed the glass bottle curiously, opened it and asked, "What is this?"

After a slight sniff, Hermione said, "It has a sweet smell of apple juice and passion fruit mixed together."

Shake the bottle twice and watch the liquid inside slowly tilt and rotate in the bottle, with pink stardust-like sediment floating up.

Hermione, who has a vast reserve of knowledge, quickly remembered a potion that had a corresponding description in a certain magic book.

"Elixir?" Hermione asked, but she was very convinced when she remembered that her magic had been weirdly useless just now.

Hermione smiled and said, "It's okay, why are you drinking this? What do you want to do?"

Harry laughed: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't even think about visiting the girls' dormitory."

"Oh." Hermione responded calmly.

She looked at the remaining potion in the bottle: "You drank about one-third of the amount. Well, the effect will be four hours. You can stay at home this morning."

"Ah, oh, um..." Harry went through a mental journey of confusion, confusion, disappointment and resignation.

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People who have taken the elixir will feel that when they do something, the sun is shining in the sky, the flowers are smiling at me, the birds are saying morning, morning, morning... Everything they do is like divine help.

What if you stay quietly?

Then the world has been spinning around him invisibly, but he himself doesn't know it.

The depressed Harry stood in front of the window and opened it. The sun was not dazzling, the sky was blue, there were many clouds, and the world did not change at all.
Chapter completed!