After considerable effort, eleven-year-old Orli finally managed to maneuver all her purchases into the house with her slight frame. Without delay, she rushed to the basement, retrieved the best-preserved cauldron she could find, and eagerly began experimenting with her basic potion ingredients.
Perhaps it was her inherited aptitude for potions manifesting itself - although she had perused various magical texts in the study since childhood, potions had always captivated her most. However, their financial circumstances had never permitted her to purchase ingredients for practice.
Thus, as a Waters, attempting her first proper potion brewing at age eleven was unprecedented in family history - truly an anomaly.
Retrieving a second-hand first-year textbook from the study, she methodically arranged all the ingredients required for the Cure for Boils. As she positioned the cauldron, Orli felt an irrepressible surge of excitement.
It was akin to a child finally acquiring a long-coveted Gundam model, immediately diving into assembly upon reaching home, forgetting even basic necessities like food and sleep.
This perfectly described Orli's current state - so consumed by eagerness and excitement that everything else faded into insignificance.
Fortunately, though weathered, the Waters' old mansion, like other wizarding family residences, could shield against Ministry detection. Orli could freely brew potions or cast spells, and prior to starting school, she needn't worry about receiving warnings.
She added dried nettles and crushed snake fangs into the cauldron to simmer together.
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After extinguishing the fire, she incorporated porcupine quills and stewed horned slugs...
Step by step, she methodically added each ingredient to the cauldron. Though it was her first attempt at brewing, she had mentally rehearsed this process countless times during the days when ingredients were beyond her reach.
Fortunately, she didn't botch it - neither breaking out in boils herself nor having caustic potion burn through the floorboards.
Everything progressed with remarkable fluidity and naturalness. As darkness fell, Orli finally removed the cauldron from the fire with satisfaction and carefully decanted the freshly brewed Cure for Boils into potion vials for examination.
The silvery green liquid spiraled elegantly within the vial, creating mesmerizing ripples. She regarded her handiwork with considerable pride.
But at that moment, in the quiet old house, a loud "DING!" - reminiscent of a microwave timer - suddenly resonated through Orli's mind.
She nearly dropped the potion vial in shock. Before she could react, a mechanical voice echoed in her head:
"Detected host's first successful potion brewing. Potion Collection System officially bound. Due to host's emotional fluctuation, please maintain composure. New User Guide Mode will activate in 5 minutes."
The mechanical voice ceased, but a timer seemed to materialize in Orli's mind, counting down from 4:59 with methodical precision.
"Wait, what? A System?"
Orli started, instinctively scanning her surroundings but finding nothing unusual. She managed to compose herself enough to settle into the old sofa in the corner and take two deep breaths.
Though she had read system novels before her transmigration, having an actual system in her consciousness was still rather disconcerting.
However, having lived two lives, Orli maintained her composure. After a moment's adjustment, her apprehension transformed into excitement.
"Could this be the legendary cheat power of a transmigrator? Heavens! Am I about to strike gold?"
Orli tentatively reached out to the system in her mind:
"System?"
"Hello, host. Would you like to activate the New User Guide Mode?"
"Yes, yes, activate it!"
Orli rubbed her hands together in anticipation.
"New User Guide Mode officially commencing."
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