Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Allen put away the blood in front of him. When researching improved potions, it would be better to ask Snape for help.

In this way, you can not only learn more knowledge, but also master the technology in your own hands.

He humbly said to Isis, "Where, it all depends on the professor's guidance, and this is just a small step towards success, and it is still far away from real success."

Isis looked at Allen with a smile, "You are always so cautious, you really don't look like an 11-year-old child."

Be careful to sail the ten-thousand-year boat, I am a man who wants to live for more than 1 years.

After Allen put away his things, he said goodbye to Isis.

He came to Snape's underground office.

Seeing Allen coming in, Snape rarely showed any impatience.

He really hated Gryffindor guys.

But he respected those geniuses who could bring changes to Potions even more.

And Allen is undoubtedly such a person who is extremely contradictory in Snape's senses.

It made him feel the discomfort of facing Lily's child in advance.

Using Occlumency to suppress his messy thoughts, Snape noticed a bottle of red liquid that Allen took out, "Did you really separate part of Fennir's will?"

He was slightly shocked. You must know that even if this topic was given to him to study, it would take only a few years, and he might not even have a clue.

"Professor Harrison has a lot of credit for this. She has a deep research on gods, and this is not Fennier's will. In Professor Harrison's words, it is Fennier's 'footprint' at best."

Allen said modestly, with the blood purification method provided by the blood race, coupled with Isis's research on the gods, the first step, and the most difficult step, was surprisingly smooth.

Snape took the werewolf blood in Allen's hand, and then he personally checked it with various reagents, and finally said regretfully, "The violent and chaotic will in the blood has indeed been removed, but this blood has also lost the ability to infect others."

Allen said with a smile, "Of course, the reason why werewolves and vampires can easily infect humans is because there are two gods standing at their source. Without the 'footprints' of the gods, how can ordinary werewolves He De be able to infect others at will? I never hoped to create a 'safe' werewolf blood on a large scale."

Snape nodded approvingly, "It seems that you haven't been dazzled by a little achievement yet."

Snape dug out the notes of the two people's previous research and began to discuss how to use this blood to make medicine.

According to Snape's reading of Fennir's myth, the wolf was ultimately trapped by his own 'mind' rather than something invisible.

Although Allen couldn't reach the level of the Nordic gods.

But after deeply observing the process of Scar turning into a werewolf, he made a conjecture.

There should be two kinds of wills in the infected werewolf blood, one is from Fennir, the demonic wolf, so it is chaotic, violent, and bloodthirsty.

The other is derived from the receptor, which belongs to the will of ordinary people.

Under normal circumstances, the will of ordinary people can dominate their own behavior, because the will left by Fennir is so thin that it is almost negligible, but once it reaches the full moon, when Fennir's will is the strongest, the absolute quality overwhelms the quantity and makes the werewolves lose their minds.

The normal wolfbane potion is to calm the anger in the blood through the magic potion, but this is a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

What Allen proposed was to strip Fennier's will from the blood of the werewolf, strengthen the will of ordinary people in it, and then use the will of ordinary people to fight against the dark side of chaos, rage, and bloodthirsty in the blood.

Explained by the phenomenon observed by Allen, it is the "human soul" belonging to the collection of individuals against the "earth soul" eroded by the traces of the ancestors.

To some extent, this is also in line with the myth, using the 'mind' to bind Fennir's power.

Because of the most critical potion—purified werewolf blood.

So Snape and Allen made rapid progress. Two weeks later, a translucent bottle of potion with half silver and half scarlet appeared.

Snape habitually took out a handkerchief to wipe and tidy up the potion table, and at the same time said to Allen, an excellent 'colleague', "Your idea is very successful."

Suddenly he saw Alan's immature face, and realized that this was his student. After a pause, he continued, "Unicorn hair plays a key role in potions. Unfortunately, we can't proceed with your plan two. Only when your primary test product is proved, can we be eligible to apply to the International Potions Federation."

The second plan mentioned by Snape is a concept proposed by Allen based on the idea of ​​human snake venom serum.

Ordinary snake venom serum is made by diluting the snake venom and injecting it into the horse's body. After the horse produces antibodies, these antibodies are extracted.

The plan proposed by Allen is to inject the "semi-purified" wolf blood into the unicorn known as "curse resistance" to see if he can get a wolf poison serum antibody that is far superior to the current plan.

Snape's pale palm picked up the potion in front of him, "Need I remind you of the taboo on using it again?"

Allen took the potion with a smile, "Of course not, professor, this bottle of potion can only be used by 'blood donors', and never try to get rid of Fennier's 'footprint', so we still need to be careful about the contagiousness of this werewolf. We can only weaken it as much as possible, but cannot purify it [-]%."

Because the [-]% purified blood of the gods already belongs to the category of gods.

This sentence, Allen said in his heart.

"Where's that werewolf?" Snape asked, staring into Allen's eyes, "Are you going to experiment alone?"

Allen looked at each other without fear, "My werewolf friend is a little 'shy', the professor can rest assured, I will bring back the results of the experiment after Christmas."

"Can you tell me why you didn't choose Slytherin?"

"what?"

Allen looked at Snape suspiciously, not knowing why his mentor was thinking so jumpy.

"I'm referring to why you chose Gryffindor instead of Slytherin in the sorting ceremony. Don't use the prepared speech to prevaricate me, otherwise you won't want to get any potion knowledge from me in the future, I promise."

As a master of magic, he himself had experienced the Sorting Hat ceremony, so Snape certainly knew how the hat worked.

At the beginning, he chose Slytherin between Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

If it is an ordinary little wizard with an unopened mind, that hat will help them decide the future.

But for young wizards like Alan and himself who have conflicting personalities and have strong self-will, the hat will generally consider the choice of the little wizard.

"First, living at the bottom of the lake may cause rheumatism when you grow old, and I don't like dark green very much."

"Secondly, the Gryffindor sword is not bad."

Snape suddenly smiled meaningfully, "I won't tell the Headmaster about today's conversation."

Ok?

Allen looked at Snape, Professor, did you come up with something strange in your brain, and I really didn't want to make trouble.

Just when Allen wanted to explain.

Snape waved his hand impatiently, "Get out."

When Allen turned and walked to the door, Snape seemed to think of something, and said, "Be careful with the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, you've gotten too close to her recently."

Allen turned around politely, "Thank you Professor."

After walking out of the classroom, Allen was thinking about Snape's words just now. Obviously, this top spy had discovered some problems with Isis, but just like Chino who was possessed by Voldemort, he couldn't find evidence.

Also, I don't know Dumbledore's attitude!

Lao Deng is really not interesting in this regard, many things are in his calculation and control, but he just doesn't tell others.

Of course, this is also the style of the real strong.

After all, he told others that there may be variables that he cannot control.

There is a famous political saying that all leaks begin with those close to them.

Back to the previous question, Snape kept himself away from Isis, and Alan's eyes showed a rare shaken look.

The magic in Isis's hands is really too rare, especially the research on gods. If there is no technical support from Isis for this wolf blood purification, Allen estimates that his idea may take a long time to be realized.

He even suspected that even Lao Deng didn't have some knowledge about the gods in Isis' hands.

Magic, you are always so irresistible.

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Inside Isis's office on the second floor.

In the core of an alchemy formation, Judy prayed respectfully, "Amon from chaos, I pray for your strength, pray for your gift, please grant me the ability to control shadows."

Isis was wearing a black, almost transparent gauze dress, and was dancing coquettishly, as if she was helping Judy to perform a ceremony, and seemed to be pleasing an unknown god.

Suddenly, the shadow under Judy's feet seemed to come alive, like black sludge, flowing backwards from bottom to top, enveloping her, and pouring it into her mouth and nose.

Judy's sea blue eyes showed a look of horror and pain.

Isis looked calm, her voice was cold and emotionless, "Apprentice, this is the first step, accepting the power of the gods, but remember, you are the master, not the subject."

Judy stretched out her hands and struggled, like a person who was about to drown. In her will, her own part was constantly being washed away by the tyrannical power of the gods, making her a fanatic of the gods.

Parents, kinship, classmates, friendship, even enemies, these emotions of hatred are being stripped away little by little, and replaced by fanaticism for gods.

But suddenly a fragment of memory came to mind.

It was a brilliant young man, quietly reading a book under the golden sunlight, his light green eyes were like lakes, and transparent dust surrounded him, everything was so beautiful!

"No!" Judy uttered a terrified, furious voice.

Only this memory she doesn't want to lose, even the gods can't take it away!

The strong power of the mind erupted, connected to the alchemy formation, and a pure white light burst out, and the black mud-like shadow was forced back to Judy's feet.

Judy sat slumped on the ground, her hair was soaked in sweat and tied together in strands.

Isis showed a rare smile on her expressionless face, "What an amazing talent."

If placed in the Middle Ages, Judy's talent would be the best candidate for a holy woman in various esoteric religions. Such a contradictory, distorted, but pure heart can carry more power of gods.

Judy looked at Isis, "Teacher, am I getting closer to him?"

Isis covered her mouth and smiled softly, she was delicate and not like a human thing, "Yes, it is this kind of emotion, he is your beacon, and it is what you anchor your own existence, so that you can resist the erosion of the will of the gods on your soul."

Then she put down her palm, and slowly approached Judy's ear. The scent of laurel was fragrant, "Apprentice, you have worked very hard, but you are still a little short of what you want, so keep working hard, or you will only be a shadow under your feet. He is the real moon, the moon that even I want. When your shadow covers the sky, you are eligible to get him."

Was it a little bit worse?

Judy didn't ask how much it was.

But this sense of disillusionment after looking forward to it, this sense of sadness that you can only look up to after chasing constantly makes her obsessed.

Her heart beat faster, her cheeks were flushed, the shadow under her body twisted violently, more, she wanted more power.

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The waning moon is like a hook, and an unexpected visitor ushered in Monroe Castle.

Earl Monroe was wearing a wine red suit, sitting in the living room, looking at the guest in front of him.

The other party was pale, tall and thin, wearing a black robe, with a friendly smile.

However, his behavior was not friendly. The shadow under his feet was like an indescribable thing, stretching out his tentacles, hanging the blood slaves in mid-air, and then he smiled and enjoyed the picture of them slowly suffocating.

It's like admiring the peerless paintings in this castle.

Earl Monroe's eyes became extremely scarlet, and a smile appeared on his face, "My guest, are you going to be my dinner today?"

Amos snapped his fingers, and the surrounding lights were swallowed by shadows one by one, "I just lost one of my men with you, may I know where he is now?"

"People taught by Solomon?" Monroe's smile was restrained, feeling the power of the shadows around him that wanted to engulf him, and he was thinking about how to deal with this matter.

"He didn't disappear from me."

Monroe finally decides to help Katrina hide.

"Oh?" Amos didn't question Earl Monroe's words, he said with a smile, "Then can you tell me what happened here? I have explored here with the prophecy, but it seems to be hindered by something."

"You are threatening me!"

Monroe's figure suddenly appeared behind Amos, as if he had crossed the distance in an instant, and he didn't even react to the surrounding shadows.

Just when Amos was about to make a move, a little girl's voice suddenly reached their ears, "Monroe, I'm hungry."

Just a simple sentence, the shadow receded like a tide, and the gorgeous lights re-illuminated the hall, like a bright moon illuminating the night.

Amos was silent for a while, "Excuse me."

Then his figure slipped around the corner like a melting shadow.

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