Chapter 22 Mutated Petals
Meka Anders put away the self-portrait, rolled it up, found a thin rope, and tied it around his ankle.
In this way, if he turned into a bat, the self-portrait would be caught in his claws.
He glanced at the window next to him, which was closed, so he walked over and pushed open a corner.
After doing this, Meka chanted a spell softly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, thumping.
The whole person seemed to be dyed with ink, and black fur quickly grew. The whole body shrank, and the shadow on the ground had turned into a bat.
At this time, footsteps came from the wall.
A female voice said: "Someone entered this classroom, but the person has left."
The old voice replied: "It seems that this is the case. Let's pack up and go back, Professor McGonagall."
"Okay." The female voice responded.
Meka flapped his wings, holding a painting in his claws, and was about to squeeze out of the window.
"There's someone next door!" The female voice was alert.
Meka was startled and quickened his movements.
Footsteps hurriedly came to the door, and the door handle was turned, making a clicking sound.
Meka was sweating coldly, and finally flew out of the window with a flutter.
The bat's eyes turned, and it found a cover and flew over, and its figure gradually disappeared in the darkness.
At this time, an old hand completely opened the half-open window.
The white moonlight fell on the half-moon glasses. The old man adjusted his glasses, looked at the figure that had disappeared in the distance, and smiled:
"It seems that there are other friends visiting our school."
"There should be no one now, let's go, Professor McGonagall."
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Outside the Gryffindor dormitory, the lake was sparkling.
A bat flapped its wings, passed over the water, and jumped lightly onto the windowsill.
It slowed down and landed silently in the corner of the dormitory.
The faint candlelight on the wall flickered, as if it was about to be extinguished by the wind.
On the other wall, the shadow of the bat cast by the candlelight suddenly squirmed wildly, and it actually expanded from an inconspicuous shadow to a human figure.
Meka Anders tidied his bloody clothes and looked back at his roommate's bed, still snoring.
He took a deep breath, and his heartbeat like a drum finally calmed down.
Meka squatted down, untied the thin rope on his feet, carefully took down the self-portrait, and put it in the drawer beside the bed.
He smelled the smell on his body, which was very fishy. He had to go to the bathroom to wash his body simply, and threw the clothes he changed into an opaque bag and threw it in the corner, planning to wash it tomorrow.
After doing all this, Meka lay back on the bed.
"It's finally over."
He felt the softness of the quilt, turned his body to look out the window, and a gust of wind happened to blow, and the moonlight on the lake was rippling.
Just as he was relaxing, he suddenly felt a stab in his hand, as if he was burned by fire.
Meka raised his hand to check. The pattern of blood-colored petals on the wrist of his right hand was particularly bloody.
He frowned, and soon thought of the scenes that happened in the abandoned classroom, and then he relaxed his brows.
"It should be because the three-headed dog drooled all over me."
"But it seems that something is wrong."
Meka saw that the second blurry petal seemed to be a little purple.
But he really didn't have the energy to think about it. He was in a daze and soon fell into a dream when the wind blew.
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In the next two days, Meka spent time studying "sedatives". He found relevant books. Except for eating, sleeping and attending classes, he basically read.
Meka originally planned to enter the space in his mind and trigger the last wish on the self-portrait, but he didn't know what was happening to the petals on his right wrist. At night, he would feel pain, as if burning.
This burning feeling would also invade the head after falling asleep, making Meka's breathing seem like a furnace.
This made it impossible for him to enter a deep sleep, and he could not trigger the space in his mind, which made him feel very troubled.
Fortunately, the pain only occurred at night and returned to normal during the day.
Friday.
Maeka sat at the desk in the dormitory and read. It was morning outside, the air was just right, and the breeze was gentle.
In his hand was a book related to "Calming Potion".
He finally understood why Professor Snape asked him to learn "Calming Potion".
This potion is often used to test a student's talent in potions.
Potions are not difficult to learn, but they involve all aspects of potions, including the mastery of potion equipment, the study of the efficacy of many potion materials, and the identification of good and bad materials.
After reading a page, Maeka was about to turn the page, but suddenly stopped, and he looked at his right wrist motionless.
On the white and thin arm, the pattern of blood-colored petals was bright red.
"Hmm?"
"Has the change stopped?"
Maeka looked at the second petal on the pattern.
It has been completely formed, and the color is bright red, not continuing the purple color before it was formed.
The petals seem to emit the fragrance of fresh flowers.
Meka raised his eyebrows, and the information about this change has already come to his mind.
"Absorb the mixed liquid of unknown blood and the saliva of the 'Hell Three-Headed Dog', and produce unknown changes."
"Gain the 'sense of life'."
"That's it?" Meka was a little surprised, the introduction of this change was too vague.
"The unknown blood, I'm afraid it was Quirrell's means of diverting the attention of the three-headed dog that time."
"But why did the unknown change happen?"
"Also, what is the use of the sense of life?"
Meka suddenly thought of the space in his mind, and as soon as his thoughts changed, golden words appeared.
"Meka Anders."
"Potion making talent: Advanced."
"Mastery level of potion equipment: 20 years."
"Mental power level: Level 18."
"Animagus: Bat."
"Magic: None."
"Oh?" Meka looked surprised, but soon turned to thinking.
"My talent in Potions has actually become advanced."
"In other words, the sense of vitality is related to potions?"
Boom.
The bells ring melodiously.
Meka glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's time to go find Professor Snape."
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Half an hour later.
Meka Anders stood at the door of Snape's office, looked at the plaque on the door, confirmed it was correct, and then knocked on the door.
"Please come in." Professor Snape's voice came from the door.
Squeak, Meka pushed the door open.
In the dimly lit office, Professor Snape, dressed meticulously, stood up from behind his desk.
"professor."
"Well, come in with me."
There was another room in the office. Professor Snape opened the door and Meka looked inside.
In a small room of about ten square meters, there are only two wide and long potion workbench.
The lamp hangs in the center, emitting white light.
There was a person inside who was busy making potions.
Why is there someone else?
Meka glanced at Professor Snape in surprise.
"Don't pay attention, he also came to me to learn potions."
Professor Snape pointed to the potion ingredients placed on the workbench and looked at Meka calmly:
"All the ingredients for the calming potion are here."
"You try to make a calming potion right here."
Meka looked at the potion ingredients on the workbench and suddenly looked stunned.
He smelled the scent of various potion ingredients clearly and distinctly.
These smells actually formed special information in his mind: the age of the herbs, how long the unknown blood had been stored, and how long the biological limbs and hair had been away from the host.
Through this simple information, he can further distinguish the efficacy and potency of various potion materials.
What's more,
You can actually vaguely feel how much medicinal effect can be stimulated by the fusion of two or more materials.
"This is the sense of vitality."
Meka narrowed her eyes.
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