Looking at his new status panel, Elwin nodded with satisfaction.
As a cheater, indeed, only by spending money could one reach the pinnacle of life.
Just look at this luxurious panel now.
Not to mention being a fifth-year student, even compared to some ordinary Aurors, he was not the least bit weak.
Never mind that he currently mastered few Spells.
There were plenty of people in the wizarding world who specialized in just a single spell.
For instance, Harry Potter, who had fought his entire life using Expelliarmus.
And Voldemort, who had fought his entire life using Avada Kedavra.
Wait a second, that wasn't right.
How could Harry Potter possibly compare to Voldemort?
Forgive him, forgive him.
That truly insulted their lovely Mr. Dark Lord.
After closing his personal panel, Elwin began to ponder the feasibility of going directly to Snape to have a batch of Felix Felicis brewed.
After thinking about it for a long time, Elwin realized this was simply an impossible feat to achieve.
First of all, he couldn't clearly explain why he wanted Snape to brew potions using this thing of his, which looked completely different from a cauldron.
To put it vividly, this automated potion production chain looked somewhat like a casserole pot?
Given Snape's temperament, anyone who dared bring a bizarrely shaped object to him and ask him to brew potions would learn firsthand what cruelty meant.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Therefore, this very first step stumped Elwin.
Scratching his si…
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