"Have you used the potion, Master?" someone asked.
"Yes," replied Jagro.
He was talking to his trusted men through a basin filled with water. Before that, he had cast a spell on the water.
"Did it work, My Lord?"
"Yes, it worked. I changed to be younger but I don't like it!" Jagro protested.
"What happened, My Lord?"
Jagro growled in annoyance. He hit the table so hard that the objects on it fell to the floor. "It smells so bad!"
"Ah, of course, My Lord. The potion came from extracts from the corpses of an animagus that was half-turned into a human. I purposely tortured and killed the animagus so that I stopped the process in the second of his transformation into a human.
"I required precision to be able to do that, and not all scientists can do it. I have practiced several times until I finally succeeded. My Lord, you must give me award for that."
