Unfortunately, no matter how many precautions Jane Yu took, workplace safety incidents kept occurring with alarming frequency.
To be precise, since Dumbledore had personally reinforced the laboratory walls—making them not only resistant to magical explosions but also self-repairing—the researchers had lost all restraint and were blowing up the lab with even more reckless abandon.
Augustus's laboratory was the prime example, alternately missing its roof or sporting gaping holes in the walls, embodying a distinctly modern war-torn aesthetic.
His team had fully embraced the "testing on ourselves" approach. In just two days, they'd already caused five or six safety incidents—from mass poisoning to explosive fires. If Jane could imagine it, they could achieve it, forcing her to relocate her alchemy bench and various cauldrons into his lab for round-the-clock surveillance.
Facing safety officer Jane's stern glare, Augustus boldly defended himself with righteous conviction:
"Product quality requires testing! As a qualified Spell-Shielding Robe, how can it face Merlin without surviving the baptism of explosions!"
"I was merely using a few Blasting Curses to test the robe's anti-curse capabilities—who knew this laboratory couldn't handle it—"
Jane glanced at the copy of "Organic Chemistry" tucked inside his Spell-Shielding Robe quality inspection logbook and let out a cold laugh.
Having already figured things out, she casually flicked her wand.
A box of nitroglycerin tablets—pilfered from some Muggle hospital—flew out from an inconspicuous cabinet in the corner.
Augustus's eyes rolled back, his face turning deathly pale!
Thinking he'd hidden everything perfectly, he wrapped himself in his Spell-Shielding Robe, hugged his head, and curled up in the corner like a wilted mushroom.
"Sigh—explosions can't count as safety incidents—chemical workers' affairs, how can they be called safety incidents?"
Jane ruthlessly confiscated his nitroglycerin tablets, but immediately sensed something was wrong—Augustus's reaction was far too calm.
With his personality, how could he possibly have only this one small box?
Her brow furrowed as she waved her wand again:
"Test tubes, come! Glass bottles, come! ...Come! Come! Everything that can fly, come here!"
Various small bottles and glass containers flew out from the most unexpected places—from Augustus'sSpell-Shielding Robe pockets, inner linings, trouser pockets, and from every "casually" covered cabinet and box throughout the laboratory.
They hovered neatly in midair, displaying a spectrum of colors.
Inside were filled with various chemical substances she couldn't even name, practically forming a complete periodic table.
More terrifyingly, they'd all been enhanced by Augustus's magic, transforming them into some kind of bizarre, unstable substances.
"Confiscated! All confiscated! Copy the laboratory safety rules ten times!" Jane felt her heart nearly stop beating—she urgently needed a nitroglycerin tablet to save it. "Bring up my performance evaluation form, Augustus! Performance deduction! Your bonus for this month is gone!"
This successfully struck Augustus's main artery, making his face completely fall as he burst into tears with a "wah."
But he wasn't crying about the bonus—he was mourning his secretly refined chemical substances.
"Oh no, my darlings—my little moons—" Augustus sobbed. "You're leaving me—"
Jane coldly rejected his pitiful eyes and outstretched, longing hands.
"Until you've memorized the safety rules—and before the highest protection level Spell-Shielding Robes are developed—don't even think about seeing your precious ones."
Though she'd prevented another safety incident, Jane still felt something was off everywhere.
Because she hadn't heard any commotion from the other mad "scientist" Croaker for half an hour.
She frowned, and almost instantly understood—
When researchers are suspiciously quiet, they're definitely up to something!
Jane suddenly widened her eyes and burst out the door...
She was greeted by a series of tremendous explosions and chain shockwaves that nearly sent her flying despite being fully armored!
When things finally calmed down, she struggled to open her dust-blinded eyes:
Bricks were cascading down from the ceiling, stones scattered everywhere, and dust poured over her head like rain.
Croaker, responsible for Spell-Shielding Hat improvements, lay with a pot lid... steel helmet covering his face, surrounded by a group of Unspeakables of unknown life or death status in the ruins.
Jane knew his experimental progress:
He'd successfully replicated the shape of Muggle military helmets and subjected them to quality testing against various dark curses—
Repeatedly testing the boundaries between life and death.
She skillfully waved her wand, casting Episkey after Episkey on them and dousing them with Dittany.
Facing her "let's see how you explain this" expression, the awakened Croaker spoke righteously:
"We've developed new functionality! Building on the original foundation, we combined directional spells with Shield Charms and achieved excellent results!"
Jane's questioning gaze swept over every Unspeakable present—
Under her stare, each person consistently showed guilty expressions, looking at the gaping ceiling or cracked floor—anywhere but at her.
Because every one of them was covered in dust and bore deep, bone-visible cuts from the thunderous explosions.
And this was the result after Spell-Shielding Robe protection. You couldn't say it was far from "excellent results"—you could only say they had no relationship whatsoever.
"Are you sure this is what you call excellent results?" she couldn't help but question.
"Of course!" Croaker also guiltily averted his gaze, but his tone remained resolute. "One Blasting Curse launched triggers the opponent's Shield Charm and directional spell, directly bouncing back to oneself, then triggering one's own crazy rebound counter-fire, continuing until both sides' Spell-Shielding Robes exhaust their magical power and fail... One curse replicates into N curses—how is this not an excellent result?"
So the effect was turning a simple explosion accident into a major chain explosion case.
Jane skillfully recorded another heavy mark for Croaker in the safety incident logbook.
In just a few days, this logbook had accumulated to laptop thickness, with signs of exponential growth.
For some reason, through the tempering of explosion after explosion, she gradually became accustomed to these grand spectacles—
Sometimes she even felt... the destructive power Death Eaters could cause might be just about this level.
Knowing the principle of never underestimating the enemy, she shook her head and tossed this absurd speculation to the back of her mind.
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