Chapter 68: Blood, Bones, Soul, and Spells

It is embarrassing for a teacher to fight in front of the students and get a nosebleed.

When Snape went to the headmaster's office, he slapped Anton's shoulder hard in annoyance.

That night, Anton tossed and couldn't sleep, his mind was full of scenes of Monkey King apprenticeship, wondering if Europeans would do this too.

So, he put on the wizard robe again, packed his things, and set off.

Draco was talking in his sleep, muttering 'Harry Potter, Harry Potter', Crabbe opened and closed his mouth like he was dreaming of something delicious, Goyle frowned unhappy twist away.

"Tut tsk tsk." Anton pushed open the door of the dormitory.

Follow the dim light of the wall lamp all the way to Snape's office.

knock on the door.

One o'clock.

Snape, who was woken up in the middle of the night, seemed a little angry. As a punishment, he grabbed the sub-dragon from the cage and threw it in front of Anton, saying viciously, "Drain all its blood!"

oh~~

I guessed right!

Anton was obviously a little excited.

He expertly put on a dragon leather glove on his left hand, pinched the fat bird's feet and body to prevent it from struggling, and then pressed the fat bird's neck with his thumb.

The right hand poked into the fluffy exterior, carefully groping for the bones and warm blood vessels of the fat bird's body.

Well, although it looks chubby on the outside, it can be described as skinny when touched.

"There is something wrong with your method!"

Snape frowned and stopped Anton from continuing.

"We don't learn from Muggle blood." He gently pulled out his wand, "In Muggle theory, the heart acts as a driving force, pushing blood through the blood vessels to the limbs and the whole body, and then sucking it back again , forming a cycle."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "Dean, will you also read Muggle theories?"

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, "Academics know no borders."

Xiuer~

I almost forgot that even though Snape was of mixed race, he also lived in Muggle society in his childhood.

"Blood has magic power, and it occupies an extremely important position in many black magic and ancient magic. It is not just a simple statement of liquid in blood vessels."

With a slight flick of the wand, a roll of parchment from the nearby bookshelf automatically flew out and unfolded in front of him. Snape tapped lightly on the pattern on the parchment.

"Blood comes from the bones, which are essentially the extension of the physical form of the soul, so if your soul has not changed, even if you lose your entire arm, you can use the characteristics of the soul, use potions and magic power to grow corresponding bones, And the corresponding blood was born from it."

"This is also the essence theory of many healing spells and even resurrection spells."

"If your soul is seriously damaged, even with the most profound resurrection technique, no matter how much you activate the spell, you may permanently lose an organ. If it is an extremely important internal organ, unfortunately, even the most profound resurrection technique You can't even revive the spell." At this point, the corners of Snape's mouth rose, full of mockery.

"Based on this, you plan to drain the blood in its veins, which can only be taken from the surface."

"Using the magic spell, burning all the energy of the creature to produce blood, and finally draining the blood, this is deep blood extraction."

"We feed the creature with a suitable potion, so that it can continuously produce blood. This is blood extraction."

"If we go to the deepest level, we transform the complete creatures including their bones into blood, and even integrate their souls into the blood. This is 'spirit-rich blood', which is the most top-notch potion material .”

"Similarly, feeding different potions, and even the influence of the wizard's emotions when taking blood, will have different effects."

"Blood taking is an art, and we can have countless ways to take blood for the potion we want to concoct."

Snape obviously researched it to a very high level.

From one o'clock in the morning to four o'clock in the morning, it was only then that the theoretical knowledge could be finished.

He spoke with great enjoyment, and Anton was delighted to hear it.

In the end, Snape roughly stuffed the subspecies dragon back into the cage, and drove Anton out of the door, "If you interfere with my sleep, I will kill you!"

Anton nodded, "Okay."

Snape hesitated, "Every Saturday, you come to my office."

Anton continued to nod.

Boom!

The office door was slammed shut.

Heh, you are so tsundere.

Anton was very moved. Every piece of knowledge in the wizarding world was very precious. Obviously, what he just talked about was Snape's private goods.

It has been out of the scope of general potions courses.

Awesome.

He waved his wand, and a thick notepad flew out of the messenger bag, and several ballpoint pens of different colors quickly recorded the content just now.

Anton went back all the way thoughtfully.

This was not just a course on taking blood from potion ingredients, Snape quoted from many sources and described the complete system framework from blood to soul to spells.

Anton, who already has an excellent foundation, can extend countless ideas by himself.

Especially the subject of treating Lupine the werewolf and Nagini and Anna the blood-cursed orcs.

One of the most intuitive observations is that when Lupine was in a human state, his blood was human blood, but after he became a werewolf, the blood in his veins was dark red with dark green light.

At the time of research, Pedro the Fairy reminded everyone very solemnly that they should not be contaminated with even a tiny bit of this blood. The extremely high level of wolf's poison in it was not a joke.

And according to Pedro's explanation of Lupine's soul state changes when he was in a werewolf and a human state.

Anton started to have a new idea on the subject of entering the bottleneck.

If the difference in individual blood is made by the soul, can the change of the soul be reversed?

This is absolutely possible, because after the wizard was bitten by the canine teeth of the werewolf, the first infection should be blood, and then the soul changes.

Although I haven't figured out the others yet, the messy thoughts that entered the bottleneck have been gently pulled out of the beginning.

Anton waved his wand thoughtfully, a sharp light flashed, a small wound was opened on his finger, and two milliliters of blood floated in front of him with the levitation spell.

He waved his wand again with varying gestures, muttering words.

Using the 'fairy eyes' secret method to observe the state of the blood alone, this is something he has never tried.

At this moment, he frowned, and through the thin layer of blood floating in the air, he could vaguely see a few figures.

A test tube glass bottle floated out of the messenger bag, and the blood was directly filled in it.

Anton looked up, and there were four little kids squatting under the shadow of a huge armor in the aisle of the castle.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville.

The eyes of the four were wide open, and their mouths were opened as if they could stuff a toad.

Facing Anton's questioning expression, Ron opened his mouth, "Abaa..."

Neville was speechless.

With a frightened expression on his face, Harry stammered and pointed at the blood in the test tube bottle, "You...you are in the school corridor in the middle of the night...with your own blood...what evil spell are you going to cast?"

Returning the spell, Anton rolled his eyes.

It was Hermione who rattled like a machine gun, "Harry and Ron and Malfoy planned to duel in the prize room, but apparently they were tricked by Malfoy, and Malfoy secretly told Filch that Filch was hunting us. It's all Harry and Ron's fault, I originally wanted to persuade them not to do this, and they would be penalized by the college, but as a result, we also encountered three heads..."

Hermione spoke extremely fast, and stopped very quickly. She seemed to realize that she had said something that shouldn't be said, and quickly covered her mouth.

Oh, I don't know about Anton, the three-headed dog.

Dumbledore designed for Harry and his friends the first level BOSS of the game.

"Go to bed early, staying up late will affect height development and skin." Anton lightly said something that made Hermione's hair stand on end, and continued to walk towards Slytherin's dormitory.

Before he took two steps, there was a piercing scream of a cat and pattering footsteps.