The measures left behind by Voldemort were indeed lacking in imagination.
Of course, this was not his fault. From Jon's point of view, it seemed that the entire British magic world had this problem.
— Uh, the Western magic world had this problem.
Their minds were more straightforward and did not have so many twists and turns. From Jon's point of view, their defensive measures were like a piece of iron plate. This iron plate looked very strong and indestructible, and its coverage was very wide. However, if you looked carefully, you would find that there were a lot of welding cracks on this iron plate, and these cracks could be broken by people.
If it was another Wizard, there should not be so many problems because this was a very simple matter. Other Wizards did not have Jon's ability, so there was no way for them to see clearly the loopholes in the many anti-flying spells set up here. They could only follow Voldemort's idea and obediently take a boat, then drink the magic potion and start to attack the zombies. However, Jon could find the loopholes.
He was also a top master of spatial magic.
Crossing the lake was not a difficult thing to do, but the difficult thing was how to take the thing in the basin.
The magic potion in the basin was enchanted with very powerful regeneration magic, and after drinking it, it would reappear. Jon could not drink it, and he was not crazy. This kind of magic potion would not have any effect on him if he drank it. Even Dumbledore could not resist the trouble, so he was not that crazy.
However, he brought a good thing.
After all, he wanted to take the magic potion out, and there was no other purpose, so he brought a small water pump.
Since they had decided to promote the integration of magic and technology, then naturally, technology could be used. There was no way for purely physical operations to be offset by magic. Voldemort had indeed enchanted a lot of magic here, so the magic potion in the basin could only be drunk by physical properties, but Jon's action was a trick.
Using the water pump to extract the magic potion was a very smart action.
How to say it, it could only be said that the Wizard's imagination was not enough. If they could think of this method, they would not have to waste themselves drinking it.
After extracting the magic potion in the stone basin in one go, Jon looked at the glass bottle in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.
"It doesn't seem that difficult."
Jon picked up the locket. This fake soul tool didn't look strange, just like the golden cup he got. It looked normal, but the craftsmanship of this thing was a lot rougher.
It still couldn't be compared to the fake Golden Cup he was making now.
But now was not the time to talk about this.
Jon threw the locket back into the stone basin. The potion inside had already begun to flow out from the walls of the basin. He grabbed the small glass bottle, broke through space, and returned to Laura's side.
"Boss, did you get it?"
"Of course." He shook the glass bottle in his hand, and the magic potion inside collided with the walls of the glass, making clinking sounds. "Let's go back quickly. I don't know how long this magic potion will last. If it doesn't work, we'll have to come back and get it again. That would be terrible."
The return trip was not as troublesome. Jon had already memorized the coordinates of the laboratory, so he could just go through them directly.
However, this time, they found a relatively quiet small room and did not allow others to visit.
Except for Grindelwald.
However, it was necessary for Grindelwald to appear here. After all, Jon didn't know how big the effect of this magic potion would be. This thing was made by Voldemort at his peak. Even if Jon admitted that his strength was similar to Voldemort's at his peak, he wasn't arrogant. Once there was a problem, it would still be up to Grindelwald to handle it.
"Teacher, it's ready."
Laura was tied tightly to the chair. This was to avoid any problems after she used the magic potion. There was no other way.
Of course, considering that Laura hadn't completely broken away from her identity as Muggle, and that she was relatively weak as a Wizard, she naturally couldn't directly drink the magic potion.
But there were other ways to use it.
"This place's humidifier … If it is completely broken, will it lose the potion's effect?"
"The magic potion isn't as fragile as you think. The real effect is the magic power in the magic potion that is tempered by a special method. Even if this power is broken, it will only return to its original state. However, there is no way to change its current characteristics."
Jon put the oxygen mask on Laura's nose and mouth. The new witch had a determined look on her face. Apparently, she was ready to die.
"Relax, there won't be any problems. If something really happens, Teacher will save you first. After the magic potion is diluted and crushed, it will turn into a mist and be inhaled by you. Its effect may be much lower, so you have to concentrate on resisting this feeling."
Jon comforted Laura in her ear.
Although he said so, he didn't particularly think that the success rate of this matter was relatively high. This was because he suddenly thought of this method. In fact, no one knew how effective this method would be. However, this was the only method that could be used now. Helga was still in a deep sleep. Such a deep sleep was a very normal thing, so Jon and the others had no way to disturb Helga.
But at least it could ensure that Laura's body wouldn't have any problems.
Jon snapped his fingers, and the humidifier was pressed by an invisible force and began to operate.
The fine magic potion mist was sucked into Laura's body through the rubber tube. The trachea and esophagus were similar, so the effect of the magic potion in these two places was similar. Part of the gas itself was swallowed into the stomach, so the effect of the magic potion had already begun the moment it entered the mouth.
Very dense beads of sweat appeared on Laura's face.
Although she was in pain now, Jon could feel that her soul strength was rising little by little. This kind of increase wasn't very intuitive because it was very slow. It was like a reservoir that had just condensed a little water, and then it was used up. Or more directly, it was like a classic math problem, where water was released while water was poured in. In short, her strength was indeed slowly growing.
"According to this progress, this small bottle of magic potion should be almost used up."
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