In the workshop, dozens of sheets of paper were scattered across the table, dense with notes full of crossings and changes.
Rows of test tubes were neatly arranged on the workbench, containing liquids that presented various strange colors, some even continuously changing hues as if alive.
The night was deep, yet Ron persisted in conducting experiments.
His black hair looked messy due to the long hours spent bowing his head in research, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead shimmered faintly under the dim magic crystal lamp.
"Wrong... still wrong..."
Ron irritably tossed the notebook in his hand onto the desk, with a few droplets of ink splattering onto his sleeve, though he seemed completely oblivious to it.
He rubbed his brow forcefully, attempting to alleviate the stinging pain there.
This was already his third sleepless night.
