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The bonus arrived before the pots were ready.
That was the problem.
Three Spellbooks had landed.
The reels were already glowing.
Free Spins were opening.
And above them, the green pot was boiling properly while purple sat at two Drops and gold had managed one.
One.
The gold pot looked like somebody had started making a potion, become distracted by a mushroom and wandered off.
Too late.
The Spellbooks had decided we were going.
I was playing at €1.00.
Before that, the screen had been a fairly contained magical workshop.
Five reels.
Four rows.
Shelves of crystal bottles.
Mushrooms.
Moon charms.
Ravens.
Wands.
Spellbooks.
Enough candles and purple smoke to suggest nobody had opened a window since the invention of sorcery.
Above the reels sat the important part.
Three Magic Pots.
Green.
Purple.
Gold.
At first they were empty.
Then a Green Potion Drop landed.
It lifted off the reels, floated upward and fell into the matching pot.
Bubble.
One.
A few spins later, another Green Drop arrived.
Up it went.
The green pot started steaming harder.
Two.
That became immediately more interesting than the mushroom line that had just paid €3.
The mushrooms could do what they wanted.
The pot needed one more Drop.
Purple entered the situation next.
One Purple Drop.
Straight into the purple pot.
One bubble.
Gold remained completely empty.
The three pots were now displaying three very different approaches to magic.
Green was almost ready to explode.
Purple had made a start.
Gold was decorative cookware.
Normal wins kept the session moving.
Moon charms returned €5.
Ravens managed €7.
A Wild helped some crystal bottles reach €6.
Nothing large.
Then a Green Drop landed beside two mushrooms.
The mushrooms paid.
The Drop ignored them completely, floated upward and entered the green pot.
Third.
The lid rattled.
Green light spilled around the rim.
The pot boiled.
Ready.
Nothing expanded yet.
No feature.
The green cauldron just sat above the reels vibrating with the confidence of something that had completed its assignment before either of its coworkers.
Purple eventually received another Drop.
Two.
Gold finally got one.
One.
That was the point where the three pots became impossible to stop watching.
Every coloured Drop mattered twice.
Once because it was a symbol appearing on the reels.
Mostly because it might fly upward and improve the state of the cookware.
Two Spellbooks landed.
No third.
A few spins later, two again.
Still nothing.
Good.
For once, I did not particularly want the trigger yet.
Purple needed one.
Gold needed two.
The bonus could wait until everybody had finished boiling.
The Spellbooks disagreed.
Three arrived together.
One left.
One centre.
One right.
Trigger.
The green pot was ready.
Purple: two.
Gold: one.
The feature opened while two-thirds of the magical equipment was still preheating.
Seven Free Spins appeared.
Then the green pot tipped.
Its entire contents poured down the side of the reels in a sheet of green light.
The screen moved.
A new reel slid into place on the right.
Five became six.
One extra Free Spin appeared too.
Eight now.
And on that new sixth reel, one position glowed permanently Wild.
Green Pot Wild.
That was when 3 Magic Pots Bigger Bonus became alarmingly literal.
The pot had not increased a multiplier.
It had added more slot.
First Free Spin.
Six reels.
The Green Pot Wild sat on the new one.
Ravens landed across the first four.
Nothing reached the Wild.
Small payment elsewhere.
Second spin.
Moon charms stretched farther.
This time the Green Wild completed the end.
€8.
The extra reel had already found something to do.
Above the screen, the green pot was empty now.
Purple still had two Drops.
Gold still had one.
Their progress had carried into the feature.
That was much more dangerous.
They could still finish.
Third Free Spin.
Purple Drop.
It landed in the middle of a mess of bottles.
Immediately lifted away.
Straight into the purple pot.
Third.
The lid jumped.
Purple smoke burst around it.
Boiling.
The pot tipped.
Purple liquid poured down.
The entire reel frame shifted again.
Another column slid into view.
Seven reels.
Another Free Spin added.
And a second permanent Pot Wild appeared on the new reel.
The game had started with five reels.
Three spins into the feature, it had seven.
The magical workshop was expanding faster than the shelving.
The next spin produced ravens across the middle.
One Green Pot Wild.
One Purple Pot Wild.
The line reached both.
€13.
Then crystal bottles made another smaller connection.
The wider screen was working.
Not violently.
Just enough to make the original five-reel game look increasingly like the travel-size version.
The gold pot remained the problem.
One Drop.
Needed two more.
It sat above seven reels glowing faintly while green and purple were now empty after dumping their contents onto the feature.
A Gold Drop landed.
Finally.
It floated upward.
Two.
One more.
That should have been encouraging.
Instead, the next couple of Free Spins arrived without anything gold except the pot itself.
Mushrooms.
Ravens.
A Wild.
Some moon charms.
A useful line through the Purple Pot Wild paid €9.
The Green one helped a smaller hit.
The bonus total kept climbing.
But the entire feature had become about the missing Gold Drop.
Seven reels were already absurd.
Eight were sitting one ingredient away.
Another Free Spin.
No gold.
A Purple Drop appeared.
The purple pot was empty now and already spent for this bonus.
The Drop floated toward it anyway, produced a little splash, and achieved absolutely nothing useful.
The pot had done its trick.
I did not need purple.
I needed gold.
The workshop was delivering refills for the cauldron that had already been washed out.
Two spins remained.
The bonus had recovered a decent chunk of the session.
Not enough for the amount of apparatus now occupying the screen.
Then the Gold Drop landed.
Small golden bottle-shaped splash near the bottom.
Up it went.
The gold pot received its third.
For half a second, nothing happened.
Then the whole thing started shaking.
Gold light spilled over the rim.
Boil.
The pot tipped.
The right side of the screen shifted.
Another reel arrived.
Eight.
The feature was now 8×4.
One more Free Spin appeared.
And on that final added reel, the third permanent Pot Wild lit.
Green Wild.
Purple Wild.
Gold Wild.
All three extra columns were active.
The original game had acquired sixty percent more width because three pots had finally remembered how boiling works.
First spin at full size.
Moon charms landed on the left.
More in the middle.
A raven broke part of the natural line.
Green Pot Wild repaired it.
Another moon charm.
Purple Pot Wild carried it farther.
Then the Gold Pot Wild caught the end.
The combination stretched almost across the entire expanded screen.
The counter moved.
€12.
Then €21.
More ways through the Wild positions.
Past €30.
It stopped around €44.
Best hit of the session.
Not a gigantic explosion.
No x100 appearing from the cauldron.
No wizard falling through the ceiling.
Just a line that had physically needed the slot to become eight reels wide before it could exist.
That felt appropriate.
The next spin still had all three Pot Wilds.
Ravens connected through two.
€11.
Then a smaller mushroom result.
The final Free Spin produced crystal bottles over the left half and almost reached the Gold Wild on the far side.
Almost.
The feature ended around €78.
The three extra reels remained visible while the total counted.
Eight columns.
Three permanent Wild positions.
Three Magic Pots above them.
All empty now.
The pots had spent the entire session collecting coloured Drops so they could eventually tip their contents over the game and make it wider.
Green had been ready before the feature.
Purple had joined halfway through.
Gold had waited until almost the end, then created the largest version of the bonus just in time for one proper hit.
The total was enough.
Barely.
The base game had already eaten most of the difference while I waited for those pots to fill.
When everything settled, the session was only a few euros ahead.
That made the screen even funnier.
Eight reels.
Three boiled cauldrons.
Permanent Wilds.
Purple smoke.
Green light.
Gold spilling down the frame.
An entire magical workshop stretched sideways to accommodate the spell.
All of that engineering had produced approximately enough profit to buy the pots another set of mushrooms.
The bonus animation began closing.
The extra reels stayed for one last moment.
Above them, green, purple and gold sat completely empty.
For once, all three pots had finished what they started.
They had just needed the entire slot to get bigger first.
Nothing wild about Rise of Montezuma — except the psychological aftermath.