HP: god of potions

Chapter 103

Harry stopped, his breathing uneven as he tried to gauge Gray's response. Gray's calm demeanor only unsettled him further. "The thing is," Harry continued, "it didn't feel like a dream at all. It felt more like..." His words trailed off as Gray interrupted, finishing his sentence. "Memories," Gray said, his voice even. Harry's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "Wait... are you saying you've had the same dream?" Gray nodded silently. Harry swallowed hard, trying to process the revelation. "Did you... did you feel the emotions too? The hatred?" Before Gray could respond, Hermione approached, her face pale with concern. She looked disheveled, as though she hadn't slept in days. Her worried gaze fixed on Gray. "Let me guess," he said, raising an eyebrow, "you're having the same dream too."

Hermione froze, her shock evident. "You've had it too?" she asked, her voice trembling. Harry answered for Gray, nodding. "Yeah, we've both had it. It's... unsettling, to say the least." Gray exhaled slowly and looked at them both. "Yes, I had the dream too. The one where I was the bastard son of Lily Potter and Severus Snape." Harry winced at the words but quickly steadied himself. He took a deep breath before saying, "I don't feel hatred towards you, Gray. In fact, I've always wanted a brother." His words brought a faint smile to Gray's face. "I'm glad you're not the spoiled, stuck-up asshole you were in the dream," Gray replied with a dry chuckle. Harry managed a small smile in return before Gray's expression turned serious. "But unfortunately—or fortunately—I'm not some bastard child of your mother and Snape. I know who my parents are."

The revelation shocked both Harry and Hermione. "You mean you've met them?" Hermione asked cautiously. Gray shook his head. "No. My parents are long gone." His tone carried a weight that silenced the group momentarily. Hermione stepped closer, her expression softening as she tried to comfort him. Gray waved her off with a slight shake of his head. "Yeah, no thanks. I don't want Ron getting any funny ideas," he said with a smirk. Hermione sighed heavily. "That coward wouldn't make a move no matter how many hints I drop," she muttered, earning a chuckle from Harry. "Yeah, that's Ron for you," Harry added, shaking his head in amusement.

The mood grew somber again as Harry turned to Gray. "What do you think the dreams mean?" he asked, his voice laced with unease. Gray looked up at the dark sky, his face unreadable. "I don't know yet," he admitted. "But I'll find out." His tone left no room for doubt, and both Harry and Hermione nodded, trusting his resolve. "In the meantime," Gray continued, "try to ignore it. Dwelling on it won't help." The two exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. As silence settled over them, they stood together under the night sky, united by a shared mystery they were determined to unravel before they saw several student swarming towards the hall.

Amidst the crowd of students, a sudden voice broke the tension. "Hullo." They turned to see Gilderoy Lockhart, looking as cheerful as ever. Hermione gasped, "Professor Lockhart!" He frowned slightly. "Professor? Me? Did I really? Well, I expect I was hopeless at it!" Rubbing his hands together, he grinned. "Now, I'll expect all of you will be wanting my autograph?" But the moment he saw Gray, he paused before smiling. "Gray Knight, my boy, how have you been? You still haven't forgotten to reply to my letters about the promo—" Gray groaned and literally disappeared in front of him, leaving Harry to deal with Lockhart, who stammered, "Uh, sure..." Just then, a healer emerged from a nearby door, her presence a welcome distraction from Lockhart's ramblings.

The healer approached Gilderoy Lockhart with a gentle smile, taking hold of his elbow. "Ah, there you went, Gilderoy," she said softly. "He keeps wandering off, handing out autographs, don't you know? It's a good sign toward recovering his memory, the poor dear." Ron glanced at her, then at Lockhart. "Yeah, sorry about that, mate." Lockhart squinted at Ron curiously. "Have we met?" he asked, his tone light but uncertain. "Yeah, it was my wand that backfired on you," Ron replied, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his voice. The healer chuckled, oblivious to the awkwardness. "Was it? What a coincidence!" She led Lockhart back through the double doors, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione trailing behind.

Inside the long-term resident ward, the healer seated Lockhart in a chair and gestured toward the room. "This is our long-term resident ward for permanent spell damage. Well, I must go..." she said briskly before bustling away. As they looked around, Mrs. Longbottom's commanding voice called out, "Come along, Neville." Startled, Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to see Neville and his formidable grandmother. Ron grinned. "Hey, Neville!" he called, but Neville flushed deeply and looked away. Mrs. Longbottom's sharp eyes landed on the trio. "Friends of yours, Neville?" she asked, pausing before nodding slightly. "Ah, yes, Harry Potter. Good to meet you, finally. And a Weasley." Her gaze shifted to Hermione. "And you must be Miss Granger. Neville's mentioned you."

Ron, still curious, asked, "Who're you visiting, Neville?" Mrs. Longbottom turned to her grandson with a stern yet understanding expression. "You haven't told them?" she prompted. Hermione leaned forward, concern evident. "Told us what?" she asked softly. Mrs. Longbottom sighed, her voice heavy with sorrow. "Neville's dear parents were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Who before he disappeared. Aurors, you know, very well respected." Before anyone could respond, Alice Longbottom emerged from behind a partition. With trembling hands, she beckoned Neville forward and handed him a candy wrapper with a tender smile. Neville accepted it reverently, his expression filled with quiet pain. As Alice retreated, Neville pocketed the wrapper as though it were the most precious thing in the world. Hermione's voice broke the silence. "I never knew... Poor Neville," she whispered as the boy walked away.

Inside Pangea, Gray could be seen finishing the last batch of his potion, which allowed him to reach level 11. 

[ Name: Gray ]

[ Mana: 1,100/1,100 ]

[ Skill:

Potion-Creation: you can create a potion using two or more materials as long as they can harmoniously blend together,any potion created using the potion creation skill has a 45% chance of granting permanent effect. there is a 5% chance of failure when this skill is used, Cost: 10 MPM lv.11(0%) ]