"Not bad, it came out better than expected, and he managed it after only three failures."
In the lab, Aaron removed his closed hood.
In front of him was a device with a high-tech feel. Its silvery-white appearance resembled a small car engine.
Dense brass tubes were arranged in circles, with hoses connected to the ends, extending into a glass container about 28 cm tall and as thick as a thigh. The glass container was about 80% filled with dark brown liquid, and white bubbles constantly rose from the bottom.
It was a cola-making machine that Aaron had spent over three hours making, with a compression tank inside.
He simply added the materials according to the ratio of the formula he had experimented with, pressed the switch, and soon he would have the finished cola.
There was also a compression tank to compress the carbon dioxide.
Aaron took out a cup, opened the drain switch, and filled it with half a cup.
Then he swirled it gently, like a gentleman. "Mmm… the drink is evenly distributed in the cup. It's a good drink."
Then he picked up the teacup and brought it to the tip of his nose, sniffed it, lifted the cup, and leaned his head back.
The cold, invigorating liquid slid down his throat.
"Great!"
He couldn't help but sigh. This taste, coupled with the blessing of the system, was much better than the taste of the cola from his previous life.
"Well, give it a name."
The more Aaron looked at the device, the more he liked it. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's call it Coca-Cola Meow Meow." At the same time, he mentally reviewed the information about the Coca-Cola machine, and his face became a little unnatural.
[Magic Coca-Cola Machine: Instantly serves you a delicious Coca-Cola (before the user presses the switch, it sings and dances a magic spell with emotion: "I'm a little precious, drink me, meow, meow, meow?"). Note: Not valid if the emotions are not complete.]
However, as the creator, he doesn't need to dance, just press the switch.
Aaron briefly doubted whether his system would develop any strange "habits."
But never mind, this will be placed in the Broken Axe Bar anyway, and he just has to pay for it...
He began to look forward to what will happen when Hannah, Old Honey, and sweet Hermione drink this Coca-Cola.
However, something strange appeared in his mind: the scene of Dumbledore dancing the meow dance in front of the Coca-Cola machine. He felt a chill and thought about Hannah's dance with twin pigtails several times before the feeling faded.
"Well, there's still time. Let's build a robot that loves hygiene."
Alchemy encompasses alchemy and the science of potions. At first, the two were inseparable, but later formed separate branches.
But ultimately, they have the same origin.
In Aaron's final prize, there isn't a robot that loves hygiene, but there is a cleaning robot.
But it's not a big deal; it only needs a minor modification, which poses no problem for the adventurous alchemist.
Aaron pulled the hood closed and pressed it, and the transparent glass suddenly turned black.
"Start welding mode!"
Soon, an explosion of sparks and lightning appeared in the laboratory.
…
Somewhere in the heights of Scotland.
A towering castle stands across the Black Lake, its turrets and windows gleaming in the sun. Shoosh!
There was a rustle of robes, and a tall, thin old man in purple wizard robes suddenly appeared in the doorway.
Dumbledore entered the castle with a smile, and the door opened automatically.
"You're back, Headmaster Dumbledore. How did you get here?"
Filch greeted him with a smile at the gatehouse.
"Not bad, I've won a lot."
Nodding to the dedicated Filch, he headed to his room.
He was in a good mood—he was a talented magical boy—but also a real pain in the ass.
And most importantly, he was starting to look forward to tomorrow's coffee.
It must be said that the coffee that boy had made was truly intoxicating.
"Hmm? Professor McGonagall, you look good. You must have met a very talented wizard, haven't you?"
Dumbledore met the recently returned Professor McGonagall in the corridor. He smiled and greeted her.
"It looks good, Headmaster." He couldn't help but smile. "Indeed, the Miss Hermione Granger we met today seems to have great talent."
"And most importantly, she has the talent to get into Gryffindor."
"Even the first time you use the wand, you can control the direction of the magical power."
"Although it is a simple spell..."
As she spoke, Professor McGonagall's voice grew lower. She asked in confusion, "Professor Dumbledore, what are you laughing at?"
Professor Dumbledore, in front of her, began to smile as he listened.
This left Professor McGonagall puzzled."You may not believe it." Dumbledore said with a smile. He suddenly wanted to see Professor McGonagall's surprised look.
"Do you know why I insisted on personally guiding the little wizard from the Muggle family?"
McGreg frowned, tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head.
In fact, she was also very curious. Wasn't this the job of professors in the past?
Dumbledore thought of some of the things that happened today and the matter of the admission book a few days ago, and his face became serious.
"A few days ago, the admission book was in a mess, and it was covered with a wisp of white mist."
"When I checked, I found that this strange white gas came from a child named Aaron Brooke from a Muggle family."
"I tried to start predicting…"
Dumbledore paused here, and a trace of emotion appeared on his face that even McGonagall could not see:
"I found that my foresight didn't work for this child!"