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Ethan patted Gabrielle's head and made a promise.

Ethan had Bruno make five bottles of the magic-enhancing potion during the Christmas holidays, and they were ready long ago.

He brought the potion back with him when he went to Knockturn Alley this time.

He could give Luna a bottle when he saw her later.

The cost was only a little over a thousand Galleons per bottle, which was nothing compared to the Magic Blood Potion.

"I won't be out for dinner later. Don't bother me unless it's something important."

After comforting Gabrielle, Ethan instructed the others.

Then, he walked into the spell practice room, opened his suitcase, and released the four guys who had been eyeing him in Knockturn Alley.

Originally, Ethan planned to experiment with Mortlark's tumors and goblin-like humanoids, but since someone ran into the muzzle of the gun, it saved him some trouble.

Then, he took out a large glass jar filled with anemone-shaped tumors, pickled.

Dennis and the others were still raising Mortlarks, and these Mortlark tumors were originally going to be exchanged for Galleons, but Ethan brought them all back now.

He manipulated one of them to step forward, open the glass jar, and stuff the Mortlark tumors into his mouth one after another, chewing them roughly before swallowing.

As he ate enough tumors, purple ear hair grew visibly on the side of his ears.

After he had eaten about twenty, Ethan stopped him from eating and took out the dragonhide pouch containing the Resurrection Stone ring, pouring the ring onto the table.

"Ah!"

A shrill scream came from his mouth, and he fell to the ground convulsing.

A black gas spread from the ring on his right hand and then drilled into his hand, causing his right hand to turn black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and spread upwards towards his arm.

Ethan was really startled that he could be cursed like this after eating so many Mortlark tumors.

No wonder Old Dumbledore couldn't handle it and had to go to Snape.

Fortunately, he didn't try it himself, otherwise the outcome would probably not be much better.

I have to say that Voldemort really had a way with curses. The curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class continued until his death.

Even after he became a remnant soul, the curse was still in effect, and no one could lift it.

It's just that the curse on this Resurrection Stone should have been added by Voldemort later. He couldn't have had this level when he made the Horcrux.

Looking at the half-dead wizard on the ground, Ethan could only let the second person repeat his previous actions.

This time, there was much less black mist, and the cursed state was much milder.

As expected, it was similar to what he had envisioned. It is quite difficult to keep a curse that is too powerful in existence and can be continuously triggered.

For example, the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not fatal, but more like something metaphysical targeting the luck of the teacher in this position.

And in the Resurrection Stone, the curse set by Voldemort has a constant value. The higher the carrying limit, the more curses are triggered.

It is very likely that Voldemort prepared it specifically for Dumbledore after learning about Dumbledore's past, aiming to kill him in one fell swoop, even at the cost of sacrificing a Horcrux.

When it was the third person's turn, no black mist appeared on the ring, which meant that it had been completely triggered.

After Ethan controlled the fourth person to touch it, he confirmed that there was no problem before taking it in his hand.

Using the Banishing Charm to pull out the soul inside, Ethan was faster this time, having had two previous practice opportunities.

Releasing Little Tom, he fed him as usual.

"Do you want the life force and magic of these people?"

Ethan didn't want to take in these useless wastes, and two of them were already useless.

"Yes, absorbing magic and life force can maintain the stability of the state."

Little Tom nodded fiercely. Since being locked in the silver goblet by Ethan, he hadn't tasted what life force was like.

"Leave the last one for you to resurrect later, and I'll leave the rest to you."

As he spoke, Ethan also walked aside. The achievement system had just flashed again.

In fact, it was also within Ethan's expectations that obtaining the relics of the Four Founders could trigger the achievement system, and there was no reason why the Deathly Hallows wouldn't.

Compared to history and fame, the Deathly Hallows are greater.

But it's not necessarily true that they were given by the so-called Death God. Who knows if that so-called Death God is just a more powerful wizard.

【Collector: Deathly Hallows - Resurrection Stone】

Bearing the mystery of life and death, flickering with the illusion of hope and despair, the figure of the deceased reappears before your eyes, but cannot smooth the scars in your heart, nor can it stop the wheel of fate.

Achievement Objective: Collect the Resurrection Stone

Achievement Reward: One Random Ancient Magic

Ethan extracted it without hesitation. There are no weak ancient magic and potions. At least, none that Ethan has drawn.

Looking at this magic, Ethan fell into deep thought.

Its power is not as strong as the previously drawn Mjolnir and Gungnir, but its potential is unlimited, and it is definitely a god-level skill in the later stage.

Helheim, a spell to play with souls, casts a curse on the opponent, and kills the opponent during the duration of the curse. The opponent's soul and life force will combine to form a puppet that follows the caster, forming an army of the dead.

This puppet spirit body can exist permanently, has a certain amount of thinking from before its death, will not betray, until it is broken up or the master dies, then they will return to the spirit world.

There is no limit to the number of existences, but the strength is only 80% of what it was before its death.

It also has a function: swallowing these spiritual bodies can instantly restore life force and magic power, and has no effect on oneself.

This is a magic that can be called an absolute taboo. If it is exposed, it is estimated that everyone will shout and beat it.

If you kill enough people, you will have enough followers, and they are the kind that don't need to be fed, watered, work hard, and never betray.

It's just that even if these special spiritual bodies are made, carrying them is a problem. It's impossible to have a fight and have to turn over the suitcase, right!

And the name Rielheim, as soon as you hear it, you know that it is related to Norse mythology again. Three ancient magic spells, all three are Norse.

In all likelihood, it's the same kind of writing as the ancient demonic script, runic script, and rune writing of this world. And the source of these writings is Northern Europe. Perhaps Northern Europe, during the Middle Ages or even earlier, was the most magically developed region in Europe.

Ethan could only come up with this explanation.

Little Tom was also finished with his task, and at this moment, he had once again returned to the cream-faced boy he was in his fifth year.

He still had the last intact wizard by his side, and the three corpses were directly swallowed by Voldemort.

He put Little Tom and this wizard into the box together and took them to the potion brewing room.

Looking at the potion in the huge cauldron, constantly churning and emitting white smoke, it was almost ready.

Taking advantage of the remaining time, Ethan explained the complex resurrection spell to Little Tom.

Observing the potion, at the moment when the time was ripe, Ethan instructed Little Tom:

"Go!"

Little Tom didn't hesitate and threw himself directly into the huge cauldron.

"The bone of the father, unwillingly donated, will make your son reborn!"

The bone that Ethan forcibly dug out of the grave was certainly not willingly donated by Voldemort's father.

At the moment when the bone fell into it, the diamond-like liquid surface shattered, hissing and sputtering sparks, and the potion turned into a bright blue.

"The flesh of the servant, willingly offered, will make your master reborn!"

After handing over control to Little Tom, the wizard he controlled directly cut off his own hand and threw it into the cauldron.

The potion in the cauldron turned fiery red at this moment.

"The blood of the enemy, forcibly taken."

Malfoy hammered Harry to get it, so it was impossible for Harry to donate it willingly.

He took out a towel, twisted it hard, and the bright red blood dripped into the boiling cauldron.

The potion in the cauldron boiled, and diamond-like sparks splashed around, so bright and dazzling that the entire potion brewing room turned into a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the sparks on the cauldron went out, and a white vapor rose from the cauldron, making the surrounding environment a vast expanse of white.

After Ethan used magic to dispel the steam, Little Tom walked out of the cauldron, his appearance exactly the same as Voldemort in his fifth year.

"How do you feel?"

"This is an unprecedented feeling of bliss!"

Little Tom closed his eyes and exclaimed. When he was still a Horcrux, he was constantly thinking about how to possess a body.

Now, he had finally gotten his wish, freed from his identity as a Horcrux, and was living as a person.

"How do you feel about your current strength compared to before?"

This was what Ethan was concerned about.

"Stronger than when I was sixteen, about the level of twenty years old."

Having absorbed the soul of the diadem, he had all the memories of his previous nineteen years, and his magic level was even higher after resurrection, higher than when he was nineteen, so it was not an exaggeration to say that he had the strength of about twenty years old.

"Alright, I'll take you to Knockturn Alley later to establish a rudimentary force."

It was better to leave this kind of thing to professionals. Anyway, Little Tom's life was in his hands, and he would put a thrall mark on each member later. With the suppression of strength, they wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

"I understand."

Little Tom nodded resignedly. Even after resurrection, he could still sense that his soul was still under Ethan's control.

In addition to the difference in strength, he had been completely crushed last time, and he couldn't see the depth of Ethan at all. Even now, after resurrection, Tom didn't think he had a chance of winning.

Having gained life, Tom, as a person, never wanted to experience the feeling of being a wandering ghost again.

"I'll give you this wand. With your ability, you should be able to get a suitable wand."

Saying that, Ethan threw a wand to him, which was from one of the four guys just now.

Chapter 145: The Warlock's Heart Council

"Have you decided whether to use the blood of those magical creatures to make the Magic Blood Potion?"

In fact, Ethan didn't mind if they all used dragon blood. Onyxia and Norberta, the two dragons, should be able to handle it.

"I feel like the Thunderbird is more suitable for me."

Closing the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in her hand, Penelope said with great interest.

She had already imagined the scene of her body's strength greatly increasing after taking the Magic Blood Potion, and then completely suppressing Ethan.

"The Thunderbird is indeed a very good choice. It can control storms and thunder, which will help you master Mjolnir and learn Gungnir."

The Thunderbird's magic resistance, physical quality, and magic level are all top-notch among magical creatures, and it is considered a distant relative of the Phoenix.

Don't underestimate it just because it's rated XXXX. Its combat power is definitely not inferior to that of a Fire Dragon. After opening the distance, it occupies an absolute advantage.

"It's just that we don't have a Thunderbird here. Its habitat is Arizona, and it's strictly protected."

Although she felt that the Thunderbird was very suitable for her, the Thunderbird's blood was not as readily available as that of a Fire Dragon.

According to the book, a year after Newt Scamander saved New York, Seraphina Picquery, the President of the Magical Congress of the United States at the time, signed a protection order, designating the Thunderbird as a protected species.

"There is a way."

Ethan didn't think this was a problem. At worst, he would go to Arizona and abduct one back. With his ability to befriend animals, wouldn't it be simple?

If that didn't work, he would threaten a Thunderbird to come back with him.

After the bloodline sublimation, Ethan also discovered a hidden ability.

Intimidation, the kind that can be effective on XXXXX-level magical creatures. This was also discovered unintentionally. At that time, he almost scared the Basilisk and the Murtlap to death. He could usually restrain it.

"I'll use the Fire Dragon like you, Onyxia's."

Cassandra had already set her goal. Ethan had said that her fire control ability was enhanced after drinking the Magic Blood Potion.

Adding the advantages of the Fire Dragon in physique and magic power, it was almost the same. Otherwise, Ethan wouldn't have chosen it.

And Onyxia, this mutated Fire Dragon, was obviously stronger than other Fire Dragons.

"Alright, I'll go draw its blood later."

This was simple. He could just exchange energy cubes for blood.

"I can use the Basilisk or the Horned Serpent."