As the sun set in the west, Ron was intently focused on the distillation apparatus in the laboratory on the second floor of the workshop.
With the final drop of clear amber liquid falling into the crystal bottle, he exhaled deeply and carefully sealed the bottle.
"Finally finished," Ron said softly, lifting the bottle to the light for inspection: "Magma Dew, the perfect formula restoration."
The liquid in the bottle displayed a peculiar fluidity under the light, as if tiny flames were dancing within, a testament to its potent activity.
Lilia stood beside him, her face brimming with joy and a sense of achievement: "Teacher, we did it!"
"Indeed, thanks to your help," Ron smiled, his eyes reflecting admiration.
During this period, Lilia's progress in Magic Potion Making had been beyond imagination.
