"What? This is a lava dungeon. Lava dungeon! Why the hell, literally, would I waste my time prepping an ice resistance potion? In fact, why would you even want one if you are going to swim in lava?
Last time I checked, Lava was hot, not cold." Figg said to her with an utterly baffled expression on his face, as if she had gone completely crazy and was asking for the dog to be named the next king of the moon.
"Well It's time. I'm going to turn myself into something that Lava won't burn or melt. So do you have anything that can replicate the effects? You said you grew your own ingredients, so can you grow some for this?"
He glanced between her eyes, trying not to be disturbed by the strange smile on her face, before sighing and reaching into his bag. He did not pull out a potion or some ingredients like Belladonna was expecting, but instead a book.
It was a book that detailed countless of different plants and their alchemical properties.
