Professor Gargamal had been locked away in his laboratory for days now, barely even stopping to eat, sleep or drink.
He rested his left arm on the dusty pile of books scattered across his desk, and with his right hand, he gently flicked the conical flask in front of him. The red and orange liquid inside coughed and sputtered as heat from the Bunsen burner excited it from below.
Professor Gargamal wiped his weary eyes; only the excitement of finally finishing the potion kept him awake. Just a few more hours, and then the potion will be ready to use. The day has gone by and the Professor didn’t go anywhere; he just waited and waited until the potion of swiftness and strength was ready to use. Boom, Kaplow the potion fell out of the bottle. TO BE CONTINUED
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