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"Mom—"
Mom may not be a superhero, and she may not be able to shield you with her arms when you're standing in front of her, no longer a child. But when you face a desperate moment in life, that spontaneous cry for your mother seems to give you immeasurable courage. She might not be able to stay by your side forever, but in your time of need, it feels like she's right there with you.
Even the mighty panda warrior couldn't withstand the terrible taste of Snape's meticulously crafted potion. The sudden, soul-shaking attack pierced through him, breaking his defense in an instant. But unlike Bear Zheng, as a father, he didn't end up running and vomiting on his hands while doing a handstand. Instead, he gritted his teeth, his body trembling, but with the courage his mother gave him, he barely managed to survive the excruciating first ten seconds.
"Ha ha, I'll strike~~~"
The panda warrior, after performing a set of military martial arts moves, took deep, heavy breaths. Although he wasn't exhausted, sweat still soaked his fur, forming clumps. The long, exhausted sigh seemed to drain his strength, but after a brief recovery, the mighty panda warrior finally returned to normal.
"I just heard you shout for Mom."
Bear Zheng, standing nearby, spoke in a sly tone, mocking him.
"Do you want me to call your grandma too? You little bastard, stop being so cheeky!"
With a heavy punch filled with fatherly love, Bear Zheng's head slammed into the floor.
Face full of sorrow, Bear Zheng remained lying down. When facing his father, punches truly were the only language that mattered—everything else was useless.
"You little rascal," the panda warrior grumbled, turning toward Harry. "Where did you get this crazy potion from? The taste is insane. Just now, I could've sworn I saw my wife and grandmother waving at me. I've never tasted anything like this in my life."
"Though it's disgusting, the effect is still impressive. How about you sell me a couple of bottles, kid?"
As a warrior, the panda warrior could fully appreciate just how powerful this awful-tasting potion was. Just that tiny bit had been enough to fully heal a severely injured person within ten seconds. On the battlefield, where life and death are constantly at play, a little repulsive taste is nothing compared to saving your life.
"My godfather is a master potion maker. If you need some, I could help you out. I don't have much on me, but I can sell you half at an 80% discount."
"A discount, huh? You're a clever kid. I don't mind a little less. I'm not in a rush anyway."
Such life-saving, high-grade potions are incredibly rare and hard to come by on the market. There aren't many potion masters capable of crafting them, as only specialists in this field can produce such top-tier elixirs. Regular potion makers wouldn't find this particularly difficult, but the best potions can only be brewed by masters who specialize in this area.
Each potion Snape gave Harry was top-notch—pure, undiluted, the finest quality.
Harry reached into his pocket, pulled out a small, three-inch high potion bottle, filled to the brim with the ultimate life-saving potion.
"I only brought two bottles with me this time, so I'll give you half. This one here is about—"
"Ugh—" Before Harry could finish speaking, the panda warrior gasped, "I might have to spend all my savings to buy that much."
This bottle contained about fifty milliliters, worth around 250,000 to 300,000 Galleons on the market. With each five milliliters capable of saving a life from the brink of death, this potion could save ten lives. As for whether two thousand Galleons for a life was worth it, to the elite wizards on the battlefield, it was worth every penny. As long as you're alive, you can always make money, but if you're dead, there's no coming back.
As the Pinnacle of Healing Potions, the Ultimate Life Potion Does Not Drain One's Vitality
The Ultimate Life Potion, as the pinnacle of healing elixirs, does not deplete a person's vitality. The potion itself contains a massive amount of life energy. The key ingredient for brewing this potion is a magical creature with extraordinary life force. The primary ingredient Snape used was unicorn blood. While unicorns are rare, they can be found in large numbers in the Forbidden Forest. To obtain their blood without any curses, Hagrid, with his expertise, knows how to handle the unicorns. He only needs to offer a large bundle of purple-flowered clover, a treat the unicorns adore.
It's just a matter of drawing a little blood from them—these peaceful little creatures don't mind much, considering it as paying a protection fee to Hagrid. Despite their tremendous strength and their social nature, they have many admirers, and over the years, Hagrid has kept all threats to them far away from their sanctuary. The unicorns are well aware of Hagrid's protective presence.
Originally, Snape didn't have much of the Ultimate Life Potion in stock, only the small bottle he first showed Harry. But with Harry's good relationship with Hagrid, Snape managed to get many rare materials he couldn't previously obtain, allowing him to brew the potion more freely.
"With the discount, it'll be two hundred thousand Galleons, or around fifty thousand gold coins. What do you think, Uncle?"
"That's a good deal, really a good deal."
Upon hearing Harry's price, the panda warrior was impressed by Harry's honesty. He said it was an 80% discount, and that's exactly what it was. However, this discount was much lower than what it would be on the market. If this potion were sold at a Potion Masters Association counter, it would easily fetch around 350,000 Galleons, which is roughly 80,000 gold coins. But now, Harry was offering it for just 50,000, an incredible bargain with a 30,000 Galleon difference in price.
It was tempting, but unfortunately, the panda warrior didn't have that kind of money on hand.
"How about this? Give me half an hour, and I'll gather the money for you." After speaking, the panda warrior kicked Bear Zheng in the rear, "Aren't you done playing dead yet? Hurry up and take our guest around the village. Make sure to treat him well, you hear me?"
With a pitiful look, Bear Zheng hung his head in dismay, but under his father's stern gaze, he was forced to flash a professional smile, as if coerced into a situation he couldn't escape.
"Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated."
Harry stepped forward and stood before the panda warrior. When he had given Bear Zheng the potion earlier, there had been a bit of intention behind it—his injuries didn't really require such a high-level potion, but the awful taste was enough to bring the main subject back to his senses. Despite the panda warrior's seemingly harsh and forceful manner toward Bear Zheng as a father, it was clear he cared deeply.
"If you really need this Ultimate Life Potion, Uncle, I can just give it to you."
"That's too much, I can't just take it from you like that," the panda warrior protested, waving his hands. Even if he was getting a discount, he felt he owed Harry a favor. He couldn't just accept the potion without paying.
"Well, it's something I made myself. Honestly, it's easy enough to get more. You can just think of it as a local specialty. I've drunk plenty of it when I was injured, so it's no trouble."
Harry smiled and waved his hand, "But if you feel uncomfortable with that, how about teaching me a few moves? Consider it a fee for my apprenticeship."
"What do you want to learn?" The panda warrior wasn't surprised by Harry's suggestion. "But I'll tell you first—you won't be able to learn Panda Fist. Have you heard of meridians? You call it magic power, right? It's the energy flowing through your body, like blood vessels. But it's not the same for every species."
"Even though panda people, or beastmen, have bodies similar to humans, there are still differences. The most important difference is that human bodies just don't cut it."
He reached out and squeezed Harry's upper arm. "Even if you've perfected your body and are in the foundation-building stage, your physical strength is still far behind."
"Black boy, let me show you what a panda person's basic attack looks like. Don't go to the training field, you won't see the effect on that kind of floor."
"I'm no fool (idiot), I'd break my hands before I could smash that tile," Bear Zheng grumbled as he shuffled over to a spot about two meters away. He casually raised his hand and swung it downward with great force!
Dust flew in a circular shockwave where his paw hit the ground, cracking the surface. A small pit, almost half a foot deep, appeared, with the cracks spreading out over a meter.
"Nothing works without pure physical strength. Once pandas reach adulthood, they can easily lift over twenty tons. Although Black Boy is still a few years away from full maturity, his talent is impressive."
"Pandas can handle heavy loads, but humans might not be able to. If you practice recklessly, you can seriously injure yourself. Don't listen to nonsense; I know you foreigners are fond of martial arts, but you need to learn what's practical for you."
"Why don't I find you a good teacher? I know many capable people, and these days, you don't need to join a sect or anything like that. It's easy to learn."
"You need to understand, humans and pandas, while similar, are fundamentally different."
The panda warrior noticed Harry crouching, staring at the small pit in the ground, assuming Harry didn't believe that such a result was from pure physical power.
"I understand," Harry nodded, and muttered to himself, "No wonder Nicodemus would have such an opinion of Hagrid. A perfect half-giant is even more terrifying than a panda person."
This small pit created by the punch wouldn't even be considered a pit in front of Hagrid. Just by using physical strength alone, Hagrid could throw a boulder the size of a mountain beast over his shoulder, and if he punched the ground, the pit would easily be a meter or more deep.
"But I can do this too!"
Harry had never considered comparing his strength to Hagrid's, but pandas were not the same as Hagrid, nor were they unreachable for him.
Though only half of what he could do, Harry felt confident enough to say, "As an awakened one, how could I be inferior to you pandas?"
"Mul-Qua-Slen"
To wear armor forged from lightning elements, one must master the awakening magic script representing 'strength, protection, and the physical body'. Without this script, even armor weighing several tons would be impossible for a human to bear.
This script enhances the user's physical strength and defense, reinforcing them from the inside out. As long as the user can maintain the energy consumption, this enhancement can last for a long time. Harry wasn't fully familiar with this script, as most of his focus had been on learning the 'qo' lightning script. But when needed, he could substitute it with a potion to temporarily release power.
Without the enhancement, Harry could only smash a stone slab but wouldn't be able to cause cracks in it. However, after a simple enhancement...
"Boom~"
With a dull thud, Harry lifted his leg and stomped the ground. The originally smooth cobblestone instantly shattered into dust and flying debris.
A tenth-sized mini-Hagrid, arriving on the scene!
"Using magic doesn't count," Bear Zheng muttered, still stunned from the shock of Harry's strength. He soon recalled the phrase Harry had muttered before stomping.
"It's a bit of a shortcut, but not entirely."
The panda warrior, with his sharp eyes, immediately saw the difference. He reached out again and squeezed Harry's arm, but this time, it wasn't the soft, unremarkable grip from before.
"Magic that enhances the whole body's strength? There's such a rare thing in the world?" His eyes widened with disbelief. While magic that enhances power, speed, and reflexes was common, this was different. The magic from their neighboring wizards in the Soviet Union enhanced the wearer with an invisible exoskeleton-like armor. The enhancements depended on magic assistance, not the user's own growth.
But Harry's enhancement was directly improving his base attributes—his muscles now held significant power, a clear contrast to how they were before.
This was the difference between awakened magic and regular spells. The awakened ones used real magic—the fire they created was real fire, not a magical illusion. The strength added by the script directly affected the body, working like a permanent stat boost.
"If that's the case," the panda warrior thought for a moment before asking Harry, "How long can you maintain this state?"
Harry calculated the magic consumption rate, "If there's no other magic expenditure, I'll need a break in about half an hour. As long as I don't fall asleep, I can keep this up."
The passive regeneration of his magic lungs was sufficient to prevent energy depletion. By actively absorbing magic from the environment, Harry could fully recover in a few deep breaths. Although he lacked the best magic-enhanced physique of an awakened one, his physical talent far surpassed that of ordinary wizards.
"I can teach you Panda Fist. It's not a secret, after all," the panda warrior chuckled. Even if the technique spread, normal people wouldn't be able to learn it, and for those who could, he wouldn't hesitate to invest in them.
In the panda warrior's eyes, Harry was no longer the bumbling little kid he once was, but a valuable potential talent, someone with immense innate abilities and valuable resources.
"Master, please!"
"Wait!" The panda warrior waved his hand sharply. "Don't call me master; I'm just showing you a few moves. Whether you can learn them is up to you. As for the potion, I'll still pay for it. A master's fee isn't that expensive."
"Hang tight, I'll be back in a moment."
"Oh, and I haven't told you my name, have I?"
"My name is Xiong Tianba, Bear Zheng's father. You can call me Tian Shu from now on."
With a hearty slap on Harry's shoulder, the panda warrior pulled out a grey-green bamboo staff gleaming with a cold steel-like sheen and swiftly dashed off toward the village center.
(End of Chapter)