Chapter 55: Harvest and Bloodline Progress
In the dark room, only a faint night light came in from the window. The room was in a mess, with fragments of chandeliers, wadding from the sofa, and remnants of glass all scattered on the ground.
"Little Ariel..."
"Eva..."
A figure is in the corner, with a sad voice, calling the names of relatives.
"Ryan Pierre." Meka Anders came in from the door and came to the figure to wake him up.
"I fulfilled your wish." Meka smiled,
"Your wife and daughter's life will be safe from now on. Your enemy, Ste Willis, has offended your family many times. Now he may spend time in prison for making unforgivable mistakes in the Potion Guild. "
A golden ripple flashed in the darkness, brushing across Ryan Pierre's face. His eyes regained their vitality. He stared at Meka who was speaking and heard everything Meka said.
"Little Ariel, Eva..." Ryan looked nostalgic and looked at the moonlight outside the window, seeming to see his relatives in the distance.
Meka handed him Eva's reply: "This is the letter from your wife."
"Eva's letter..." Ryan stared at the letter closely. After taking it, he quietly placed it in his hand and stroked it, as if holding hands with his wife.
Ruian carefully unfolded the letter and read it quietly. He read the short letter for a long time before putting it away with a sigh.
"Eva, if I had listened to you and given up chasing fame, I'm afraid what happened after this wouldn't have happened."
"Eva..."
"I hope you and little Ariel will be well all your life..."
Ryan sat in the darkness for a long time, finally turned around and said sincerely to Meka:
"Thank you for everything you've done for my family."
"grateful……"
Golden light spots were scattered around his figure, and his whole figure gradually blurred and disappeared in a gust of wind.
The wind blew for a long time, until a golden ripple rippled in front of Meka again, and he saw golden words emerging:
"Acquire the legacy of Ryan Pierre."
"Precious fighting experience."
"The fighting experience of these battles will be carved into your soul and become an experience unique to you. After undergoing this grand baptism of blood, you, who have no experience of life and death, will also become a wizard who dares to dance on the tip of a knife. Death cannot make you retreat, but will stimulate your endless fighting spirit."
"The fighting experience also contains the duelist's efficient spell-casting skills, which will give you a powerful ability to deal with crises. You will know how to cancel spell-casting in time and be immune to backlash."
"This is the last legacy from a powerful duelist who dominated the rankings for three years, a unique combat wizard."
The bright golden light flowed into Meka's body, and he felt his head begin to swell, with heat brewing, and fragments of images flickered in front of his eyes.
"Pierre, aren't you afraid that I will retaliate before death and drag you to your death!" A figure roared, huge firelight was surging, and the body was about to explode.
"You have no chance." Meka felt that he was speaking. He saw himself taking a step forward, his body almost touching the firelight, avoiding it by a hair, sending a magic spell into the opponent's head, and making a random sound The explosion rang behind his ears, and he faced the flames behind his back, which hurt him.
These scenes are from the perspective of Mekar himself, in which he experienced life and death. His courage and courage were forged in the furnace of life and death. He no longer felt disgusted with death and corpses, and his spellcasting skills also improved. Keep improving.
Scene after scene passed in front of him and disappeared quickly, as if several years had passed and countless days and nights were alternating. His eyes gradually became calm when facing life and death, his mind was clear, he walked on the edge of life and death, and won every fight.
"Die! Pierre!" In the darkness, someone launched a surprise attack, and a green beam of light symbolizing death was going to completely kill him.
Meka heard himself laughing. His body emitted a gleaming light, trying to form an invisible armor to block the green beam of light. However, it dissipated in the opponent's surprised eyes. Another light suddenly appeared in the wand, killing the person who launched the surprise attack. Killed instantly, a catastrophe disappeared.
During these experiences, he became proficient in the duelist's spell-casting skills and style. He could put away the spell in an instant, avoid backlash, and then connect to another spell at once.
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The heat in her mind faded away, and Meka opened her eyes, with boiling fire and blood disappearing in them.
He exhaled and felt that his head was still swollen. The memory of the fighting was really too huge and too bloody. I'm afraid it would last for a while and be slowly digested by the passage of time.
"The blood fetus actually reacted?" Meka lowered his head and saw that the blood mark on the back of his hand was glowing red, as if there was a layer of blood flowing on top. He was a little confused, what happened?
As the red luster flowed, it seemed to be transmitting a message invisibly. Meka realized it. He felt that the blood mark expressed "hungry", and it wanted to drink blood happily.
"Is this a reaction brought about by Ryan's memory of the fight?"
Meka learned more about it and found that there seemed to be an invisible force in the blood fetus that was nourishing the head and constantly soothing the swelling feeling. It was like a mediator, easing the violent impact of the memory of blood and fire. .
"It turns out that the blood fetus is helpful in absorbing this memory, and the blood fetus is also stimulated to undergo certain changes? The two are complementary to each other."
Realizing this, after Meka woke up from her bed after her dream was broken, she found the Weasley twins and used the money she originally planned to pay back to purchase another batch of magical animal blood, and ordered more.
Then he continued to use the blood fetus to absorb blood. As the days passed, his head swelling eased, and those fighting experiences gradually became a part of his memory, no longer inseparable.
"Oh? The change is more obvious?" Meka felt the blood in his body boiling, and some active substance was rushing in it, flowing to the whole body with the blood.
This is an important part of the vampire bloodline that was originally hidden in the blood fetus and had not been activated. Now, with the nourishment of a large amount of blood, it has been released and turned into a part of Meka's body.
"It turns out to be the vampire's special talent of 'self-healing'."
Meka closed her eyes and 'saw' the light emerging from the blood in the darkness. There were silver mysterious lines following the blood throughout the body, diving into the deepest part of the body, even penetrating into the bone marrow.
He has a feeling that even if his finger is broken, it can gradually recover and grow from scratch. This is an unimaginable talent even for wizards, and it only exists in magical animals raised in nature. , enviable.
But unfortunately, this talent is not strong, it seems to be weakened, so even if it can heal itself, the effect is not as good as that of ordinary vampires, and it will take a long time.
"Is this the end of the potential of the blood fetus?" Meka frowned.
However, he soon discovered that there was something hidden in the blood that needed to be stimulated by more blood.
"Are there any new changes coming?"
Meka thought about it and fed the blood to the blood fetus again, looking forward to what changes it would see in the future.
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It snowed heavily, the temperature began to drop, and it became cold in Hogwarts.
Harry brought news that he had won the Quidditch trophy for Gryffindor, which made Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor, very happy, so he agreed to exempt several people from confinement.
Several people stood on the corridor, looking at the heavy snow in the sky and chatting.
The ground was already covered with snow, and suddenly a black spot in the distance caught Meka's attention. When the black spot got closer, he saw it clearly and said with a smile: "Hagrid is here, dragging a Christmas tree with him." '.
The eyes of several people were immediately attracted, and they saw a figure with a black beard and hair walking through the snow in front of the main entrance of the castle, dragging behind him an emerald green fir (a kind of tree) used for Christmas decorations. One step deep, one step shallow, and one step shallow, forcing a path out of the snow-white earth.
"Christmas is coming." Harry sighed, it turned out that time flies so fast.
"I wonder what kind of Christmas gift I can receive this year?" Ron looked excited when he mentioned this topic. "My family may have already prepared a gift for me. It may be a new set of clothes or some small items." gift?"
"I hope to receive a few books." Hermione answered, "Preferably rare books from the magical world. Unfortunately, my parents are ordinary people and have no access to the magical world, so I may not receive any books." It’s a storybook.”
Harry didn't say a word. He looked into the distance with a look of melancholy on his face. Suddenly someone patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw Meka smiling silently at him, seeming to comfort him.
"By the way." Harry asked, "Meka, I've never heard you say anything about your home. Are you going home for Christmas?"
Meka shook his head: "I shouldn't go back. I only have one house left in the real world."
Harry was stunned: "Where is your family?"
"They are all gone." Meka pointed to the sky, "Maybe she is watching me from somewhere in the sky. In August this year, my last relative passed away. She was very old and fell asleep peacefully..."
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"Potter."
In the brightly lit room, the old man with silver-haired frost looked at a cloak in his hand that was made of rare material and was as black as a shadow. A trace of emotion flashed under the silver moon-shaped lenses.
He put the black cloak into a red gift box and said to himself:
"Ten years ago you gave it to me for safekeeping. This year it's time to return it to your children."
"I will return it to its owner as a Christmas gift."
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"The blood fetus is completely saturated."
Meka felt a little distressed when he saw the last blood dripping from his wrist. He realized that this precious blood fetus obtained from the vampire Phelps had now completely exhausted its potential and turned into his own vampire blood.
He lowered his head and saw that the blood rose mark on the blood fetus had dimmed. At the same time, a very shallow silver light penetrated from under the skin, interweaving mysterious silver lines on the skin and covering his whole body.
"What's hidden in the blood fetus is coming out." Meka felt it.
He saw silver light outlining tiny runes on the blood fetus, and subtle sounds that seemed to come from afar, but were clearly sent to his ears.
"So it was Phelps' idea to perfect the blood fetus?" Meka was surprised. Phelps left a message about the blood fetus.
He claimed that the blood fetus was still an immature semi-finished product, and there was still a lot of potential that could be tapped. However, he had a premonition that he was running out of time. At that time, most of the power had been absorbed by the blood fetus, and his body had suffered great damage. Even if there was no accident, Gone.
"For the formation of blood fetus magic, I consulted many books, and one book left a deep impression on me."
In the message Phelps left, he said that there was a book that gave him a lot of inspiration. It was a book about black magic in the restricted area of Hogwarts. The title of the book was "Alchemy of Life". The subsequent potential of the blood fetus will probably start from this book.
"So it was this person?" Meka was surprised. The author of "Alchemy of Life" was a black wizard named Ole Bullock.
He was probably not familiar with this name, but the message Phelps left mentioned his other work, "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic".
Ole Bullock proposed a magic called "Horcrux" in it, and its bloodiness also shocked Phelps and left a deep impression. Phelps felt that this was a genius wizard who had gone astray, and his talent might not be matched by a wizard in the past hundred years.
"I am going to break into the restricted area..."
Meka's heart beat very fast. He felt excited and excited. He also learned that "Alchemy of Life" was Ole Bullock's posthumous work, and it was very likely that it still carried his thoughts and wishes.
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