【Wonderbook-Book of Potions中齐格蒙特·巴奇的自白】
【Chapter One】I am Zygmunt Budge and I am the greatest potionmaker ever born. This is no empty boast -- I invented many of the Wizarding World's most powerful potions. I discovered the properties of hundreds of secret plants and creatures. I have dedicated my life to the most mysterious and misunderstood branch of magic and these pages contain the secrets of my art distilled for new generations of Hogwarts students.
Such students may be surprised that a man of my talent and accomplishments does not appear on the roll of Hogwarts Head Boys or Prefects. But the sad fact is that I was cheated of my rightful place in Wizarding history by the short-sightedness, the pettiness, the meanness of a Headmaster whom I shall never name because he does not deserve to have his name in print beside mine! Suffice it to say, my genius was unappreciated in my own lifetime. But now you, young Potioneer hold in your hands my masterpiece, my Book of Potions, containing all of my distilled knowledge. With it my place in history is assured.
They all said my word was dangerous. I was too radical for their puny minds. But you -- I can help you.
Good, now I am Zygmunt Budge, genius, Potions Master, author of the very book you hold.
【Chapter Two】Ever since I was old enough to play potion-making with a small bucket and a handful of worms, it had been my ambition to win this, the wizarding schools potion championship, the most famous and prestigious of all potions tournaments. As you can see, young witches and wizards from around the globe congregate every seven years, in this enchanted garden, full of rare and dangerous plants and fearsome creatures, passed which they must battle, brewing potions as they go, to win the fabled golden cauldron at the summit of the central hill. As the winner, I will, arghhh, I mean you will be given the opportunity to brew a new and unique potion, in front of the crowds! How many nights did I fall asleep, dreaming of displaying my talents to an applauding throng, stirring in rare and undiscovered plants, creating hitherto unknown magical effects?
【Chapter Four】As I've said, it was my life's dream to win the Wizarding Schools Potions Championship. When I judged that I was ready – I was fourteen years old, top of my year in Potions, and able to correct my Professor on the proper use of Mackled Malaclaw tails – I asked my Headmaster for permission to enter. But, alas, imagine my horror and disgust when he forbade me! Because I was not yet seventeen, and the competition was "too dangerous". A paltry, feeble, nonsensical excuse! There was nothing for me to do but leave Hogwarts at once in protest. I am sure you will agree that abandoning the school that sought to stifle my brilliance is as a potioneer was the right decision. However, as only contestants representing Wizarding schools were permitted to enter the championship, after leaving Hogwarts I was no longer eligible!
【Chapter Six】Please understand, some have suggested that disappointment warped me. This is nonsense. I enjoyed a long and full life, alone on Hermetray, working on this, my masterwork, my legacy, the 'Book of Potions'. I always dreamt that one day this book might accompany a great potioneer to victory at the Championship and now it feels as though it is in reach.
第265章 齐格蒙特·巴奇(Zygmunt Budge)