chsdbacks Chapter 309-308: The Phoenix and Dumbledore?
Chapter 309-308: The Phoenix and Dumbledore?
Chapter 309-308: The Phoenix and Dumbledore?
A bonfire was burning brightly in the center of the square.
Mars rises with the heatwave.
It traces delicate golden trails in the air under the night sky.
In the distance, an old woman was bandaging the wings of several wounded "bellbirds," their feathers shimmering faintly like stars fallen to the ground. Ian stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the leaping figures—their faces still bearing bruises from the battle, yet their laughter was unrestrained and exuberant.
Just hours ago, the wounded were on the verge of death, but now they were dancing energetically around the fire. A Thunderscale Tiger, scalded by dragon breath, was carrying three children in circles; the charred wounds on its back had scabbed over, gleaming amber in the firelight. This was the kind of magical animal that had been on the verge of death before, its injuries severe.
The magical creatures whose injuries weren't too serious were now completely undetectable. A beast named "Shadowwing" was using its tail to lift a wine jug and clinking glasses with several teenagers for a drink.
The chefs also showcased their best skills, and one steaming dish after another was served, filling the air with their aroma. Someone brought over a large pot and cooked a pot of "Flaming Heart Soup" on the spot. It is said to be a traditional dish of the night of victory, made by stewing seven different root vegetables. It has a strong flavor and warms the body after drinking it.
"Isn't your medicine a little too effective?" Ian couldn't help but ask the pharmacist next to him who was gnawing on a beef rib and then treating a patient's wound with hands that were bound to be contaminated with bacteria.
Yes.
His hands were completely uncleaned after handling the greasy roasted beef ribs; the level of contamination was such that even cleaning the wound of an ordinary person who had their thumb cut off would send them to the ICU.
Yet this pharmacist, who had absolutely no concept of microorganisms, bacteria, or infections, was indeed said to be the most skilled pharmacist in the town.
and.
He actually cured all his patients without leaving a single scar on their wounds, using absurd methods that would make any medical student exclaim that it was impossible.
The reason.
Of course, it's because the medicine applied is good enough that it can ignore other minor details. Almost as soon as the medicine is applied to the patient's body, the patient's torn and bleeding flesh begins to repair itself immediately.
What bacteria?
What microorganisms and infections?
does not exist at all.
It's all about the force with which the brick flies.
"The effects of this medicine don't even feel like magic to me."
Ian kept observing his surroundings. He noticed that the previously seemingly tragic people and magical creatures were now recovering well under the influence of abundant medication, even with the pollution exacerbated by the pharmacist's dirty hands.
but.
They continued to become lively and energetic at a speed beyond human comprehension.
Even if the bones are broken.
It also healed very quickly.
This did not prevent them from joining in the celebrations of victory.
Ian began to understand why this group of people were celebrating despite being injured in large numbers. Perhaps as long as they didn't die, it was just a trivial matter for them.
"What is magic? I don't understand. I only understand herbal ratios. When the right herbs are mixed in a certain proportion, they can have amazing effects."
The pharmacist spoke up in response to Ian.
He was a middle-aged man wearing a colorful headscarf.
"This is just too amazing."
Ian's dignity as a potion master was still being brutally trampled on by the witch doctor's crude methods.
Upon hearing this...
The pharmacist wiped the greasy corners of his mouth.
"Amazing? That's nothing! Last month, a rock-crushing bear was crushed into a pulp by a rolling boulder, but after drinking our special regeneration potion, it was bouncing around like a madman again in three days!"
He proudly patted the herb pouch hanging from his waist.
"..."
Ian was speechless. He knew that either the guy in front of him was bragging, or the magical creatures and humans here had vitality comparable to super-cell regenerators.
"Can I have some medicine to take back to my hometown?" Ian finally couldn't help but ask. He hadn't wanted to try before because he knew it was highly unlikely he could bring it back.
however.
Realizing the incredible effects of these herbs, Ian felt he had to take a gamble, even if the odds were slim. So he asked for some herbs to try and see if he could bring them back to breed.
"Red heals external injuries, blue restores stamina, and the purple one... well, I suggest you don't drink it unless you're about to die. Last time, a Howling Wolf stole and drank this rejuvenating potion and grew three heads."
The pharmacist turned around and took out several crystal bottles from his rattan trunk.
He thought Ian wanted the finished drug.
"Hero, did you suffer some kind of hidden injury before?" The pharmacist was quite professional, looking like he was about to personally examine Ian.
Fortunately, he was not one of the priests of later generations.
This prevented Ian, who was a young boy, from being frightened.
but.
Ian managed to dodge the pharmacist's greasy hand.
"Actually..." Ian carefully chose his words before speaking his request. Of course, he didn't want to take these crude finished medicines back with him, as potion masters had more sophisticated ways of using good materials.
"I'd rather have seedlings that I can grow." Yes, that's what Ian wants. After all, he's going back to try and see if he can cultivate them. The apothecary's crude method of using medicine doesn't even extract one-tenth of the medicinal material's effect. Even if the medicine is very effective, Ian would be embarrassed to use such a potion while he's out and about.
As a descendant of the Prince family, even though he had never met anyone in the family except Snape, Ian still had to consider the dignity of his family to some extent.
A family of potion makers.
All you know is how to brew Chinese medicine?
That would be so ridiculous.
"seedling?"
The pharmacist was stunned.
The medicine bottle in my hand almost fell into the fire.
"You want to grow it yourself?"
He clearly hadn't expected Ian's request. He looked Ian up and down, then suddenly realized, "It seems you come from a place with very scarce resources, hero."
Most people in this place have little knowledge of the world outside the storm, so the pharmacist only made a guess, but his guess cannot be said to be wrong.
after all.
Ian lived in an era that was indeed the end of the Dharma. Not only were many of the ingredients for powerful potions extinct, but the power of wizards was also far less than before.
It is reasonable to say that resources are scarce.
Therefore.
Ian nodded.
"Alright, of course, no problem." The pharmacist had no intention of holding back and rushed towards the pharmacy. "Follow me! Hero! I'll get you the best seedlings!"
This is also a helpful and very enthusiastic resident.
The nursery in the backyard of the apothecary opened Ian's eyes. Moonshadow grass, emitting a ghostly blue light, swayed without wind, while groups of silver bell mushrooms, which made a bell-like sound, moved underground.
The most astonishing thing was a plant called "Dragon Bone Vine"—its root system actually resembled the skeleton of a miniature flying dragon. Ian only learned these things after being educated by the pharmacist. Most of these things, even if they had the same name as medicinal herbs in later generations, actually looked completely different.
Ian thanked the pharmacist for explaining the information.
The pharmacist just smiled.
"You young people are willing to risk your lives for others, and we should teach you everything we know." His tone was somewhat emotional as he carefully dug out a seedling with golden veins on its leaves.
"I will prepare a little of everything for you, but you must take good care of these delicate plants. For example, this herb, Star Vein Grass, needs to listen to music every day to grow well."
"I usually have the musical calf sing lullabies to it." As he spoke, he handed Ian a beautifully woven straw bag containing seventy or eighty kinds of exotic plant seedlings.
Flame Moss: A red moss that can burn in the palm of your hand without causing burns.
Mica root: A special tuber whose roots crystallize into a mirror-like appearance.
Leapfrog: A type of fern that spontaneously jumps through space every hour.
……
The other person explained the properties of each herb to Ian. Ian memorized them all, and it must be said that the powerful effects of these potion ingredients are largely due to their magical properties.
As the saying goes, the more potent the medicinal herb, the more demanding its growing conditions. Fortunately, with the generous guidance of the middle-aged pharmacist, Ian didn't have to figure out how to cultivate it on his own.
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Although the people here don't know how to brew real magic potions, their achievements in medicinal cultivation far surpass those of later generations. After all, these people don't have magic and can only rely on experience to figure things out.
Naturally, the development of herbal medicine reached a very high level.
"This is the most precious." The pharmacist finally took out a crystal box containing a seed that constantly changed color. "Rainbow Heart, it only bears fruit once every thirty years. The fruit can heal any emotional wound."
Just as Ian was pondering what to do with such a miraculous drug, the pharmacist lowered his voice again, "Last year, Mayor Lei Long threw a tantrum and went on a hunger strike; this is what calmed him down."
have to say.
This really silenced Ian.
He had already thought of more than a dozen ways to use it, including removing the mental pollution left by dark magic, but he never expected that the other party would use it to coax magical animals.
How can this be called precious?
You're using something that only bears fruit once every thirty years to appease magical creatures? Ian isn't prejudiced against magical creatures, but he thinks using something like that to deal with a tantrum or hunger strike is like using a nuclear bomb on a mosquito.
Hey.
That's how carefree people are in places with abundant resources. It also shows that the people here truly treat magical creatures like family; even Newt would become a caretaker of ordinary magical creatures if he came here.
At least Newt didn't marry a magical creature, did he?
Ian solemnly accepted the gifts, then suddenly noticed a black plant locked in an iron cage in the corner, constantly hitting the bars; its trunk seemed remarkably flexible.
"What is that?"
"Nightmare Datura." The pharmacist's expression changed. "Don't touch it! Last time, Xiaoya's younger brother secretly touched it, and the whole town had nightmares for three days straight, dreaming that they were being chased by dancing broccoli."
Ok.
This should be excellent material for dark magic. Ian quickly asked for some seeds as well—back at the festival site, the atmosphere grew even more enthusiastic. Using the embers of the still-burning buildings, the townspeople danced a wild circular dance. The blacksmith, who was leading the dance, even had his lava turtle partner spew pillars of fire as a lighting effect.
"Hero! Let's dance!" The silver-haired girl I'd seen before came over again, a glowing vine snake wrapped around her wrist, swaying to the music.
Ian had barely uttered his polite refusal when the girl was pulled into the dance circle by another young man.
She's such a fickle and sentimental girl.
Fortunately, Ian had no intention of dancing. After all, the people here danced quite wildly, a style completely different from the elegant dances favored by the British.
and.
Their dance moves became increasingly outrageous, with some even imitating the dance moves of magical creatures. The result was a group of people collectively falling down while performing hand seals, which made Ian burst out laughing. The food area was even more bustling. Odin's small figure weaved between the long tables, his hands piled high with food taller than his head.
"Look, brother Ian!"
The little boy's cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hoarding food. "I ate ten Thunder Lizard steaks! Twenty Sparkling Clam meatballs!"
He raised his greasy little hand and gestured for his name.
"When I grow stronger than King Kong, I'll definitely become a wizard!"
really.
The little boy with the unusual name Odin hasn't forgotten his dream of becoming a wizard, which seems a bit different from most children's short-lived enthusiasm.
Xiaoya was relatively more refined, but she was still carrying a plate piled high with food. She was patiently cutting the Flame Mushrooms into small pieces and feeding them to the young Firefly perched on her shoulder—it was someone else's companion, lured over by Xiaoya with delicious food to pet. Every time the little guy took a bite, it would spit out cute sparks from its ears.
"Eat slowly." Ian ruffled Odin's curls. "Be careful not to overeat."
Before he could finish speaking, the little boy let out a loud burp, which released a small cloud of smoke that exploded into a mini lightning bolt above his head with a "pop"—he had eaten a delicious meal cooked with magical potion ingredients.
It came from the old man's restaurant. Those around burst into laughter, and several children immediately began to imitate it, causing colorful miniature weather phenomena to frequently appear in the sky above the celebration.
Night deepened.
The flames illuminated joyful faces. Although the houses were half destroyed, people still formed a circle, spinning, jumping, eating, drinking, and having fun to the beat of a drum.
Some people began to sing ancient folk songs, their voices mingling with laughter, echoing across the island. A pale light appeared on the horizon; dawn was quietly breaking.
The revelry gradually subsided as daylight arrived.
This group of people stayed up all night.
There were also major battles and injuries.
Surprisingly, he still looks energetic.
of course.
Ian was already used to it.
Only the children still had the sleepiness that normal people should have. The embers of the ruins had turned into warm piles of charcoal, and several old men with their rock-type companions began to plan the reconstruction. The children curled up next to their respective elf companions and slept soundly; even the most energetic Odin was snoring on the furry back of King Kong.
Ian stood on the ruins of the clock tower in the town square.
Looking at the sky that was gradually brightening.
The storm barrier appeared translucent in the morning light, like a phantom that might vanish at any moment. He touched the herb pouch in his pocket, then looked down at the townspeople sleeping haphazardly.
"What's happening here feels like a dream," Ian said, gazing at the distant sea where the tide rippled with soft silver waves in the morning light.
And just then...
He saw the distant sea.
Where the morning light meets the blue waves.
A golden-red figure slowly emerged. At first, it was just a blurry silhouette, but then its enormous wings unfurled in the morning sun, like burning clouds sweeping across the sky.
"Hiss, a phoenix?"
Ian rubbed his eyes.
I realized I hadn't misread it.
A phoenix, even larger than an airplane, was indeed flapping its wings from afar.
(End of this chapter)