HP: god of potions

Chapter 100

"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed, rushing to the owl. Hermione leaned closer, alarmed. "She's hurt!" Hedwig hooted softly, her pain evident, while Ron examined her from a distance. "She doesn't look very good," he murmured with concern. Hermione, quick to act, advised, "Harry, you'd better take her to Professor Grubby-Plank. She'll know what to do." Without hesitation, Gray snapped his fingers and chanted, "O magica, sana hoc animal vulneratum." The spell shocked Hermione, who said, "That spell...," but Gray shrugged as Hedwig was healed. She even flew up and snuggled Gray, who petted her. However, this was a mistake, as a raven materialized behind him and perched on his shoulder, surprising Hedwig and scaring her away. The reason for her fear became evident—the raven had four eyes, even in her bird form.

"Is that a magical beast?" hermione asked as gray replied, "yeah, she is magical" as he petted raven, "so everyone is going to ignore the bird literally appearing out of nowhere?" ron said as he looked at everyone like he was the only sane one here as harry replied, "she is a dark raven so" expecting ron to get it as ron just let it go, so they parted ways. But gray returned to pangea were raven flew off along with his wand as he yelled, "is it your wand or mine?" but raven ignored him as she focused on absorbing the arcane liquid from the arcane stone, so gray went back to trying to reach level 12, when he was done with alchemy, gray shifted his attention to a particular blueprint of his which he scrabbed as he yelled.

"Fuck, its like i am trying to walk before learning to crawl, what the point of unlimited fuel when i have nothing to use it for" as he drank comprehension enhancing potion like it was some cheap whisky, but that is when an idea got to him, "wait, for fucks sake, how could i forget, i dont have an engine, what the point of unlimited fuel when i have nothing to use it for" he then immediately started to design an engine, The engine's core could be a magically-enhanced conduit where the fuel potion is housed, feeding the engine's circuitry with its endless supply of energy. Dragon blood in the potion would fuel the magical component of the engine, while refined boomslang skin could serve as a key material for enhancing the engine's wireless energy transmission capabilities. This magical material could be woven into a network that behaves like a hyper-conductive antenna, spreading energy across distances without physical connections.

"Ok, i am getting somewhere" he though to himself as he had his creative juices flowing, and there was someone appreciating it when he got into the zone, and that being rachel roth, or raven as she watched from the tip of the wand, if she had a face, it would have been clear that she was smiling, this was one of her favourtie times, watching as gray made wild invention. Powdered phoenix feathers, with their regenerative properties, would prevent energy depletion, ensuring a consistent and eternal energy flow. To maintain stability and avoid overloading systems, powdered quartz and liquefied starstone would function as both storage and regulation units, constantly balancing the magic output.

On the technological side, Gray could incorporate advanced sensors and processors that monitor the energy output, allowing different devices to "tap in" based on their energy requirements. The engine could also have feedback loops that allow for real-time adjustments, ensuring no device gets overloaded. These devices, whether they be mundane or magical, would need to have an energy-receiving mechanism attuned to the engine's frequency, making the wireless connection seamless, "i think i just did it" he said as he fell back on his back before he started to laugh, in fact he laughed so much that raven flew down to check on him, just to get pulled into his embrace as he said, "just hurry up and recover your human form," he said as she wiggled her way out of his embrace befre she straighted her feathers.

Snow blanketed the grounds of Hogwarts as the icy wind carried a fierce blizzard across the landscape. The Quidditch pitch was alive with the chaos of the match, visibility nearly impossible as players darted in and out of the storm. Lee Jordan's voice echoed through the gale, narrating the action: "...and Slytherin is up forty to ten. Alicia with the Quaffle!" Alicia spun expertly, dodging Crabbe and Goyle's brutish swings before charging toward the Slytherin goal, only for her shot to be blocked by their Keeper. Gryffindor groaned collectively, while the Slytherins erupted into mocking chants, their taunts piercing the storm. Gray, who was watching the match, found himself being watched by several fans instead.

"Ladies, please, eyes on the match instead of that handsome young man," Lee Jordan's voice sounded again, but no one paid attention. Gray thought, "This is actually not bad," smiling as he seemed to be enjoying the show. He looked up high above, where Harry hovered near Ron, who looked visibly sick with nerves. "Just ignore them, Ron!" Harry shouted, his words barely cutting through the wind. But Ron's focus was elsewhere, and soon the Slytherins scored again. "Another ten points to Slytherin," Lee Jordan announced bitterly as the gong echoed across the pitch.

Malfoy, grinning wickedly, hovered close to Ron. "I should thank you, Weasley. You're definitely our best player!" Before Ron could respond, the Snitch streaked past Malfoy, igniting a furious chase. Snow stung Harry's face as he pursued Malfoy, their brooms cutting through the storm. As they reached out for the Snitch, Harry's hand closed around it just ahead of Malfoy's, sending the Gryffindor stands into a roar of triumph. Celebration turned to horror as Crabbe's club struck Harry across the head, sending him crashing into the frozen ground. "Ouch, that is going to leave some nasty bruising," Harry muttered as Gryffindors rushed to his side, Gray included.

Hermione's voice was urgent. "Harry, are you all right?" Fred and George helped Harry up, but Draco's sneering voice rang out. "Bet you loved that, Potter! Saved Weasley's neck, didn't you?" Gray, unamused, turned Malfoy into a ferret again, picking him up by the neck. "Give him to me," Ron demanded, his voice filled with murderous intent. Gray ignored him, saying, "Alright, this is getting pretty old, Malfoy," before throwing him aside, letting him scatter. That was when Professor McGonagall stormed onto the pitch, her scarf whipping wildly in the wind. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the chaos as she returned Malfoy to his normal form.

In McGonagall's office, Gray stood stiffly before her desk, her disappointment cutting deeper than any punishment. "In all my thirty-nine years at this school, I have never seen such a blatant disregard for rules. Transfiguring students is out of the question! How many times have I said that?" she said coldly. "Malfoy provoked us," Gray replied, humoring her. "Of course, he wanted to provoke Gryffindor! He'd just lost!" McGonagall snapped. The door creaked open, and Umbridge stepped inside, her saccharine smile sending a chill through the room. "What is it, Dolores?" McGonagall asked sharply. "I thought you might need some additional authority," Umbridge purred. "You thought wrong," McGonagall retorted icily as Gray chuckled softly, drawing both women's attention.