great-warnovel Chapter 315 Born from Chaos
Chapter 315 Born from Chaos
Chapter 315 Born from Chaos
"This is my theory!" Lily suddenly became a little angry.
"You previously disagreed with the theory of viewing a constantly changing whole as a potion cauldron?"
When Snape played Barty Jr., his first reaction was to reject Lily's Lake Pot plan.
But now, practice has proven that this is indeed feasible. The Potions Professor at Hogwarts, single-handedly, purified the entire Black Lake ecosystem and used the extracted pollution to provide a huge strategic advantage.
"It's not shameful to admit that someone is right," Snape said casually.
"Compared to the immovable Black Lake, using the battlefield as a crucible is clearly a greater test for potion masters, but I don't think that will make you back down?"
"Stop your pathetic attempts to provoke me, Severus." Lily stood beside him on the high platform in the castle's front porch.
"What do you want to brew? You know, compared to a simple potion-making ritual, you want to use this 'big pot' to make potions,"
The real difficulty lies in acquiring the materials. She quickly got into professional mode and began discussing the practical steps.
Of course, you can't just throw in two daisies and a bunch of rat tails for such a big pot.
"Felix Felicis," Snape whispered.
"For two potion masters to join forces and use such an unprecedented cauldron, they must be brewing the pinnacle of potion-making."
"The Felix Felicis, capable of altering destiny, is derived from the lives of thousands, extracted from a tapestry of intertwined pain and hope, gunpowder and magic, steel and tears of blood."
"That sounds far too evil." Lily frowned and raised her wand.
"I will complete the ritual portion, but the materials from the battlefield are certainly incomplete."
The preparation of Felicidide takes more than six months, but in Lily's hands, this process can be compressed infinitely.
Using such a virtual pot, the cooking method and steps obviously had to be changed. The two masters didn't even have much communication; they knew what the other should do and how they should cooperate based solely on their knowledge and tacit understanding.
Even though they had never communicated for many years, the two had been quietly following each other's research findings. They knew each other's areas of expertise and their works over the years like the back of their hand.
Snape was a potions master who was skilled in transmutation. During the brewing process, he could replace rare or extinct ingredients with other ingredients, or reverse ingredients with completely opposite properties into usable ones.
The Cup of Rebirth, hidden within the Basilisk's body, not only utilizes the immortality granted by Voldemort but also possesses its own genius-level abilities.
"The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider is one of the important ingredients of Felix Felicis, and there's so much of it here that it's almost overflowing." The ground was littered with dead spiders. Perhaps Lily, as Hagrid's friend, was a little hesitant to kill them, but Snape was ruthless.
"And the blood and horn of unicorns, materials that are long extinct and whose availability is dwindling, I always use the darkest things to replace them." He uttered a sarcastic remark.
The purest creatures, in the hands of a master of dark magic, are naturally reversed using the darkest materials. And right now, the aura leaked from those Obscurials ravaging the battlefield, the black smoke emanating from their wounds after being struck by magic, is the best substitute.
Two potion masters stood in the darkness, silently manipulating the ritual.
The trickling stream flowed secretly beneath the shallow water, and the faint, invisible wind was drowned out by the explosions and shouts.
In the churning, thick, porridge-like battlefield, no one noticed that a mysterious change was quietly taking place. The corpses of dead spiders sank little by little, the black smoke scattered in the water slowly dissolved, and the dilapidated dead trees, the burning tanks, and even the mud and shrapnel fell to the perfect spot.
What was expected to be a difficult potion-making ritual turned out to be surprisingly smooth for Lily, as the two worked together for the first time in many years.
Everything seemed to fall into place naturally. Snape was always one step ahead, preparing the materials she needed and placing them in the right place, just like in Potions class back then.
"It's still a little short; the herbs aren't cooked long enough," she said softly.
Because of what happened back then, he and she parted ways, and it was already too late to change anything.
"Of course," Snape replied in a similarly low voice.
"I'm ready."
As he spoke, with a thud, his left hand fell to the ground by an invisible blade.
"You!?" Lily turned around in surprise.
"Betraying Voldemort is not an easy thing." Snape's expression did not change at all; he had already taken the pain-relieving and hemostatic potion beforehand.
"The Death Mark on our arms is the source of his grace, and also the key to his control over our lives and deaths."
The severed arm did not exhibit the normal human characteristics of bleeding; instead, a dark green light shimmered from the break.
Snape waved his wand with his right hand, suspending his arm in mid-air.
"Over the years, although I haven't personally participated in killing, Voldemort has still bestowed upon me much 'immortality,' which I have sealed away in my left arm."
"These pure, dark deaths can be transformed into powerful life energy. Besides being used to make the Cup of Rebirth, I think Felix Felicis also needs them as a catalyst."
As he spoke, he used unknown magic to shatter his arm into countless specks of green dust, which were then swept away by a gust of wind and fell onto the battlefield below.
Lily looked at him with a complicated expression, but couldn't say anything.
"That's a good thing, because this way he's completely cut off from the darkness—" she thought to herself.
"Focus, we're almost at the crucial step!" Snape reminded her as if he could read her mind. Whether it was the pressure of brewing the potion or the effects of his severed arm, his face was covered in sweat, and his hair was plastered tightly to his forehead.
A small bottle of Felix Felicis can last for 12 hours, allowing the person who takes it to accomplish anything that seems difficult, as if they have a will; it can also allow someone to miraculously dodge most fatal attacks in battle; and it can also allow someone to perfectly control their emotions, avoiding being blinded by anger or joy.
Their mentor, Slughorn, possessed Felix Felicis, which could reverse fate, allowing people to escape danger and reverse their status and wealth, involving a deeper level of concept.
Today, Lily and Severus, the old Potions professor's most prized disciples, are the two most renowned masters of their time.
How powerful would the Felix Felicis, brewed together in an entire battlefield, be?
"We need a goal," Snape said.
"This potion cannot be bottled; it must be taken immediately. It can be an object or a person."
"But no matter who it is, equipping them with it can directly turn the tide of battle."
With the help of the Incinerators and Obscurials, the Muggle forces advanced significantly, and the battle lines built by the werewolves and Hagrid swarms began to crumble.
Lily turned her head and saw the majestic castle, Dumbledore engaged in fierce combat high in the sky, and the moon hanging above.
"For that moon!"