"Very well, Braun.
This is worthy of my son.
My father and I were also fast when we tried to memorized this book. "
Mr. Foley praised any signs of embarrassment.
In face he was doing his best not to show any signs of being embarrassment at all for such blatant lying.
He was afraid that his son would be complacent.
How can you call his lying?
He was only trying to temper his son, this is called action with a good intention.
Braun sighed secretly.
"Sure enough, I still can't measure up to the standard of wizards specializing in potions.
A potion master like his own dad can recite at the same speed as himself.
Though, I still have a talent bonus.
How wasted must this original body be for him not be able to measure up to his father and grandfather. "
Immediately respectfully said:
"Father, I will work hard. I won't let you down.
I will aim to memorize this book within a month! "
Albert Foley, who was slowly drinking his tea, all smug feeling proud of his son's talent, hearing Braun's words almost squirted out the tea.
'No, i must have heard it wrong!
What did he say?
Memorize a 20000 page book before the end of this month.
Is this how scary kids these days are?
It took me half a year!
And it's the level of memorization that makes one stumble.'
"Dad, what's wrong? Why do you look so down?"
Braun asked with concern looking at the disappointment and shock on his father's face.
Mr. Foley wipes his mouth.
"Nothing, this tea is a little hot.
Son, though.
I think you have to combine work and rest in doing everything, right?
Don't you think one month is a little bit..."
Before Mr. Foley could finish his words, he saw Braun feel a little guilty.
Then he exuded a fighting spirit:
"That's right, Father!
One month is too long!
How can I be so depraved to take that long for this simple task?
I'm going to memorize this book in a week! "
"Ahem, cough..."
"Father, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, nothing.
Its just that I'm so happy!
Proud that you want to work so hard.
Okay, let's go back.
Give it your best shot. "
Mr. Foley waved his hand weakly.
What I obviously wanted to say is that a month is too short.
Just memorize it slowly, don't worry about it.
Who would have thought that this silly boy would misunderstand what he meant?
One week?
Then he began to fall into self-doubt again.
"Am I really such a waste of space?"
He remembered about the stories of his father's accomplishments.
It was once said that he awakened magic at the age of three, and began to learn all kinds of common sense at the age of four.
Learn about potions at the age of five.
At the age of six, he succeeded in refining potions.
At the age of seven, he had all kinds of potions refining techniques at his fingertips...
Before, Mr. Foley thought it was his dad bragging about himself.
But now that he thinks about it.
Could it be true?
Dad didn't lie to himself, but am i really too much of a waste?
Braun, who had just left the study, did not know that his father had fallen into deep self-doubt because of what just transpired.
At this moment, he returned to the bedroom with high spirits.
Began his own retreat into his own delusions.
In his opinion, those Potions masters must be geniuses who memorize a book in a few days.
He remembered about Hermione Granger from the series.
She was known as Miss Jack of All Trades.
She went so far as to even borrowed a time turner to attend all the courses for third year students.
This is simply the level of geniuses.
He realized that he seems to have no advantage over such a person at all.
But what he didn't know was.
Even a bookworm like Hermione can't memorize a ten-centimeter-thick book in a week.
Not to mention that this is a magic book that will have an effect on the spirit.
But he doesn't know that at all.
So such a beautiful misunderstanding arose within his mind and fueled his desire to rise up to meet these so called geniuses on the same level.
"Parsley, from which the essence of poison parsley drought can be extracted... It is the main material for making shrinking potions and fox repellants. "
"Horseradish, a cruciferous perennial erect herb...
It has been cultivated in Eastern Europe and elsewhere for more than 2,000 years.
It is used after grinding a lot and is one of the main materials used to make laughter potions and elixirs. "
"I didn't expect that such a thing as horseradish would have such a use."
Braun sighed with some surprise.
Then continued to memorize.
"Liquid grass..."
"..."
"Cuckoo, cuckoo..."
Out the clock hanging on the wall pops out a bird a dozen times, which indicates that the time is noon.
"It's twelve?"
"Gollum..."
He then touched his flat belly.
Braun put down the book, stood up and stretched.
He has been sitting motionlessly in his seat all morning.
At the moment, his hands and feet are a little stiff.
"Knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door.
"Little young master, do you plan to eat lunch in the dining room or in the bedroom today?"
Dolly's voice was shrill and thin.
Braun hesitated.
"I'll go down and eat.
Are Mom and Dad gone again? "
From the memory of the original body, Braun learned that in general, Dolly only asked him where to eat when his parents are no longer at home.
If either of them are at home, then Dom will call him over for lunch at the table.
His father usually went to check his family's dragon farm or greenhouse.
Sometimes he will also go to the shops in Diagon Alley.
And his mother is much simpler.
Shopping.
She will meet with three or four familiar witches to go shopping together.
Then go around to tea houses and watch plays.
"Yes, young master. The lord and lady went out a while ago and asked us to inform you that they will not be joining in for lunch. "