"Harry Potter- Ravenclaw"Chapter 191: Outside Assistance
Perched atop the windswept Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts was growing colder by the day as Christmas break drew near.
Wyzett had tweaked the Coolic recipe—keeping its signature flavor, but now with a warming kick of ginger root, cinnamon, and a dash of salamander blood. The once-clear Coolic now glowed with a fiery crimson, promising warmth even before the first sip.
The winter-exclusive Coolic became an instant hit across the school. With demand soaring, the members of M.S.C. found themselves busier than ever, rushing to keep up with orders.
Wyzett took charge of brewing the Coolic concentrate, with Luna lending a hand preparing the ingredients.
Thanks to Ancient Magic: Potion Equilibrium Transmutation, Wyzett could brew several cauldrons of thick concentrate at once, then dilute it as needed to supply a full day's worth of bottles.
His deep understanding of Pepperup Potion meant he could freely adjust the complexity of each batch, turning potion-making into magical training. On days when he felt especially focused, he'd even set up two cauldrons at once, pushing his multitasking skills to the limit.
It was exhausting work, but it honed his concentration and fine-tuned his spellwork—just as Snape had once done, effortlessly brewing potions without so much as a cauldron.
With Snape's lessons in mind, Wyzett set his sights high, determined to master potions at that same level.
…
Meanwhile, Fred and George were elbow-deep in the production of white smoke powder, painstakingly preparing every alchemical ingredient.
Only meticulous preparation could guarantee a successful reaction—waste not, want not.
"All done! My arms are about to fall off!" Fred groaned dramatically. "There were way too many Diricawl feathers to process…"
George flapped his arms like wings. "Tell me about it. I've plucked so many feathers, I'm starting to feel like a Diricawl myself."
Luna set down her pestle and tipped a mound of beech leaf powder into a glass bowl. "Bees can't just get lost in searching for pretty flowers. Tasting the honey matters too."
"I actually understood that one!" Fred exclaimed, eyes brightening. "Honestly, even drinking Coolic doesn't make me as happy as it used to!"
"I think we need outside assistance!" George slapped his forehead. "Someone careful enough to help out! Then I can enjoy my Coolic in peace again."
Wyzett took the glass bowl from Luna and tipped the beech leaf powder into a cauldron, swirling his wand along the rim. "Outside help, huh? Anyone in mind?"
Fred and George exchanged a look, suddenly stumped.
"Let's think… who would be best?"
"Lee's busy writing for WWN these days… He'd be perfect, though. And we could get him to advertise for us!"
"Yeah! And he's already looking after our Blast-Ended Skrewts! He's got enough on his plate… Maybe our dear little brother?"
"No way. We need spider leg powder, and Ron would faint just from seeing it…"
Wyzett and Luna shared a wry glance. Poor Ron, the woes of being the youngest Weasley.
Wyzett accepted a handful of pumpkin seeds from Luna and began another round of stirring and spellwork.
Fred and George debated for ages, but still hadn't landed on a candidate.
Luna cleaned the mortar and pestle. "If we can't find the right person… maybe I could ask Hannah?"
Fred scratched his chin. "Hannah? That name rings a bell…"
"She was the first sorted last year—Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff," Wyzett supplied. "We often help out together in the greenhouses. Professor Sprout says she's incredibly careful."
Fred gave a low whistle. "A Hufflepuff! That's perfect. Hufflepuffs are trustworthy."
George started clearing the table in a hurry. "Let's go find her! We know plenty of Hufflepuffs."
…
To their surprise, Fred and George returned not just with Hannah, but with Neville in tow as well.
"Didn't expect that!" Fred said, sounding genuinely impressed. "They were actually in the library, on a weekend!"
George grinned. "But they were studying Herbology! We definitely found the right people."
"I—I really don't think I can do this…" Neville's round face was etched with panic. "I always mess up potion ingredients… Professor Snape has taken loads of points off me!"
Fred grinned mischievously. "Ron told me you and Seamus are experts at exploding cauldrons. That's exactly the sort of talent we're after!"
"Yeah! Explosions! Fireworks! Don't you love them?" George nodded, encouragingly. "You've bought fireworks from us before, haven't you? You're a natural!"
"If you're not good at it, you just need more practice—and we'll teach you step by step!"
"Exactly! And once Coolic starts bringing in Galleons, you'll get your fair share!"
Neville still hesitated. "But… if I mess up… do I have to pay you back?"
Luna drifted to Wyzett's side and whispered, "He's like an armadillo… ready to curl up and roll away at any moment…"
Wyzett smiled. "So let's keep our voices down… wouldn't want to spook him."
"Um… so, what we need to do is just grind up some ingredients and make a bottle of Coolic?" Hannah asked, her voice small and nervous. "Something this important—you really want us to help?"
"It's simple!" Luna nodded. "Like how a Billywig eats nettles and naturally makes syrup—just let it happen."
"Luna's right," Wyzett added. "As long as you're careful, you won't have to touch fire or cauldrons. No pressure."
Neville seemed slightly reassured. "I'll give it a go… I'll do my best! I'll try… I'll try to get it right…"
His confidence faded with every word, but Fred and George just clapped him on the back.
"While you're still feeling brave, let's get started! Just follow our lead."
George waved Hannah over. "Come on! It's the weekend—we've got loads of time and plenty of supplies. And there won't be a certain black-robed menace taking points off."
At that, Neville shivered. "Don't… don't say that!"
Seeing George beckoning, Hannah hastily wiped her sweaty palms and, stiff with nerves, walked over to join them…
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