Chapter 799 The Origin of Vampires
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John's pupils dilated, and his eyes could see the nuances of the two bloods.
That's how much of a difference there is in curses.
He picked up the blood in his left hand and asked, "Did the blood nun send it?"
"Yes." Dharma Alex had thick dark circles under his eyes, and he lost more than a little weight.
As a potion master, he has a very magical skill.
In order to maintain a high-intensity and dedicated research enthusiasm, and to keep my research from being disturbed.
He would overeat during non-working hours to quickly satisfy himself and ingest enough energy to maintain the operation of this body.
The price is that Dharma Alex's body is like a balloon, sometimes it becomes bellyy, and sometimes it is as thin as ribs.
Now Damo Alex looked like he was just one overtime shift away from sudden death. Those who didn't know better thought John was exploiting this middle-aged man.
Hearing Dharma Alex's answer, John picked up another blood.
There is almost no difference between the two in appearance, but in the eyes of John, who can see the chaotic particles, this thing is very different.
The one on the left contains a curse that can change people, while the one on the right has less than half the number of curses.
The other half took its place with a very active virus.
Both are vampires, but with different blood.
John put down the blood and thought about it: "It seems that Johnny is right. There are differences in the origin of the two types of vampires."
To be sure, the existence of the wizard vampire is more similar to the birth of the curse.
And Muggle vampires seem to be mutations.
Although there is also a curse, this curse is used to maintain the vampire's bloodlust active.
"Can you see the difference?" Dharma Alex's face drooped, and the black smoke from his ears made the whole room dark.
"There is no difference whether this thing is in appearance or specific ingredients, but when it is used as a potion, it will undergo completely different changes."
Dharma Alex looked at the two cages covered with black cloth without a word. John walked over and opened them. Inside was a dying rabbit with fangs, and a dead chicken. It had been dead for about two and a half days. .
Damo Alex is an excellent potion master, but unfortunately he is not a person who likes cleaning.
John glanced at the bloodshot eyes of Dharma Alex, and said in surprise, "Don't tell me you tested them directly?"
Dharma Alex turned his head away with a guilty conscience.
This behavior is very reckless in the scientific research community.
"Okay, I admit to doing this, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two bloods." Damo Alex couldn't reason straight, but he was quite angry.
John was speechless. For potion masters, practice really quickly reveals the truth.
"The Alchemy Department has designed a new magic microscope based on Muggle microscopes. You can go get one tomorrow."
Sure enough, it is still the combination of magic and technology. For things like this, only John can see the difference with the naked eye. A microscope that can observe magic changes is especially important.
"Research can't just rely on retreat, Dharma Alex." John said, "These two vampires have different branches in the ancestors, which means that the origin of birth is different. We need to prescribe the right medicine."
He snapped his fingers and all the windows in the room opened.
The billowing black smoke finally had a place to leave, and the visibility of the entire room was much higher.
"Also, don't drink too much refreshing medicine, it's cold medicine."
John alerts Dharma Alex.
He always thought it was a curse, but now it seems to be two curses.
Dharma Alex suddenly realized.
"As for the death of the animal." John looked at the surviving rabbit. He could see that the curse was depriving life. "The curse is not something these lives can bear. It didn't die immediately, but it continued to reduce its vitality."
In contrast to the other chicken, that was not cursed to death.
It's more like that after the virus invades the body, it disrupts the whole chicken's body system, causing the chicken to explode directly.
After leaving enough clues for Dharma Alex, John also became curious about the two branches of wizard vampires and Muggle vampires.
Werewolves, who are affected by the same curse as vampires, are all one source.
It is extremely unlikely that two different curses will become the same species by chance.
...
Vampires are nocturnal beings. Although some are awake during the day, most of them act at night.
John wrote a letter to Cindy, and when Basil sent it back, some red liquid stuck to the feather.
Just by looking at it, John knew it was human blood.
Basil was very upset. He opened his wings and kept pecking at the feathers with his mouth to clean them off.
Riddle hopped over. It was close to the place where Basil was stained red, and its eyes lit up with white light like a flashlight.
After the stubborn blood is irradiated, it quickly peels off.
Basil approached Riddle with satisfaction, and rubbed his head against Riddle to express his gratitude.
And Riddle just raised his head coldly.
John received a reply from Bloody, and it was the home of vampires in the middle of the night.
As if afraid that John would misunderstand, Xue Ni's first sentence was not an answer, but an explanation of why Basil was stained with blood.
Basil kicked open the skylight and flew into the vampire's house. Unfortunately, Xueni was having dinner.
In the Muggle world, you can buy blood transfusion bags at the hospital with a little money, which is why Xueni likes to visit the Muggle world.
It's just that the taste of blood is usually not very good, and sometimes I drink old and unpalatable old man's blood.
By the way, blood nuns like to drink the blood of young girls, and it is even better if it has been drawn for less than an hour, and it is still type AB.
Seeing that Johnny had picky tastes, he directly chose to skip this lengthy menu written on half a parchment.
Bloody inquired about some information about the Vampire Council, and their origin came from the world-famous vampire Cain.
It is said that Cain was cursed by God to become a vampire because he killed his brother.
In other words, Cain was a transfiguration caused by pure curse.
On the other hand, they are Muggles. Bloody doesn't know about them, but they just heard that their origins are different from those of wizards.
"It seems that this curse is very challenging."
Bloody's words are full of longing for John to be able to suppress the curse.
But this curse has a different situation than the werewolf curse.
Dharma Alex took over this task, probably with the idea of proving himself.
"Should I write a letter to Professor Slughorn and tell him to be careful with Alex Dharma?"
John could have predicted that when the curse turned out to be tricky, Dharma Alex would not hesitate to choose to drag his teacher into the water again.
John doesn't choose to be directly involved. As a manager, what he needs is not to do it himself.
Training and distribution is what he should do.
There is a saying that if you don't know how to manage a team, you can only work until you die.
Wizards are a big team.
Basil leaned close to the aloof Riddle, and his eyes all showed contempt for Tom, who was barking the dog below.
As a dog that can't fly, Tom couldn't climb up the slender owl stand, so he could only spin around anxiously below.
Crookshanks and Yaya used to play with it at school, and Protoss Hector and Hermo are also good playmates after graduation.
But now they are gone, Tom can only owl.
Frustrated by Ron's rejection, Tom lay down on John's lap for comfort.
John rubbed the dog's head and murmured to himself: "Really, you miss your former companions."
He looked out the window at night, "It used to be really lively."
There are fewer and fewer people in Silver Hand Manor.
A petal blown by the wind fell on the palm of my hand.
John will cover Tom's eyes with his big ears.
The petal in the palm of the hand moved, turned into a butterfly, spread its wings and flew to Tom's nose.
Feeling a tickle on his nose, Tom twisted the dog's head away from his ear from his eye.
Seeing the butterfly turned from pink petals fly up, it happily chased after it.
Tom is chasing butterflies in the empty manor.
John came out of the study and watched the scene with a smile, whenever Tom walked through an area.
The lights would come on there, and as Tom ran farther and farther away, all the lights would come on.
This place seems to be back to that lively time.
Various sounds rang in my ears, just like in Hogwarts, full of laughter.
However, no matter how prosperous it is, it is false after all.
Tom finally caught up with the butterfly, and the pink butterfly landed on its nose.
Tom, with his tongue lolling, stared at the butterfly with his eyes motionless.
Just as it was waiting for the butterfly to take off again, the butterfly curled up and turned back into the petal that came with the wind.
Tom shook his head, and the petals fell on the expensive carpet, and the wind that broke into it swept back to this luxurious manor.
Basil flew to the chandelier, and it quietly looked at Tom who was sitting there without moving.
Maybe Tom was thinking about this false thing too.
The lights dimmed.
The manor returned to its quietness and darkness.
...
That's how much of a difference there is in curses.
He picked up the blood in his left hand and asked, "Did the blood nun send it?"
"Yes." Dharma Alex had thick dark circles under his eyes, and he lost more than a little weight.
As a potion master, he has a very magical skill.
In order to maintain a high-intensity and dedicated research enthusiasm, and to keep my research from being disturbed.
He would overeat during non-working hours to quickly satisfy himself and ingest enough energy to maintain the operation of this body.
The price is that Dharma Alex's body is like a balloon, sometimes it becomes bellyy, and sometimes it is as thin as ribs.
Now Damo Alex looked like he was just one overtime shift away from sudden death. Those who didn't know better thought John was exploiting this middle-aged man.
Hearing Dharma Alex's answer, John picked up another blood.
There is almost no difference between the two in appearance, but in the eyes of John, who can see the chaotic particles, this thing is very different.
The one on the left contains a curse that can change people, while the one on the right has less than half the number of curses.
The other half took its place with a very active virus.
Both are vampires, but with different blood.
John put down the blood and thought about it: "It seems that Johnny is right. There are differences in the origin of the two types of vampires."
To be sure, the existence of the wizard vampire is more similar to the birth of the curse.
And Muggle vampires seem to be mutations.
Although there is also a curse, this curse is used to maintain the vampire's bloodlust active.
"Can you see the difference?" Dharma Alex's face drooped, and the black smoke from his ears made the whole room dark.
"There is no difference whether this thing is in appearance or specific ingredients, but when it is used as a potion, it will undergo completely different changes."
Dharma Alex looked at the two cages covered with black cloth without a word. John walked over and opened them. Inside was a dying rabbit with fangs, and a dead chicken. It had been dead for about two and a half days. .
Damo Alex is an excellent potion master, but unfortunately he is not a person who likes cleaning.
John glanced at the bloodshot eyes of Dharma Alex, and said in surprise, "Don't tell me you tested them directly?"
Dharma Alex turned his head away with a guilty conscience.
This behavior is very reckless in the scientific research community.
"Okay, I admit to doing this, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two bloods." Damo Alex couldn't reason straight, but he was quite angry.
John was speechless. For potion masters, practice really quickly reveals the truth.
"The Alchemy Department has designed a new magic microscope based on Muggle microscopes. You can go get one tomorrow."
Sure enough, it is still the combination of magic and technology. For things like this, only John can see the difference with the naked eye. A microscope that can observe magic changes is especially important.
"Research can't just rely on retreat, Dharma Alex." John said, "These two vampires have different branches in the ancestors, which means that the origin of birth is different. We need to prescribe the right medicine."
He snapped his fingers and all the windows in the room opened.
The billowing black smoke finally had a place to leave, and the visibility of the entire room was much higher.
"Also, don't drink too much refreshing medicine, it's cold medicine."
John alerts Dharma Alex.
He always thought it was a curse, but now it seems to be two curses.
Dharma Alex suddenly realized.
"As for the death of the animal." John looked at the surviving rabbit. He could see that the curse was depriving life. "The curse is not something these lives can bear. It didn't die immediately, but it continued to reduce its vitality."
In contrast to the other chicken, that was not cursed to death.
It's more like that after the virus invades the body, it disrupts the whole chicken's body system, causing the chicken to explode directly.
After leaving enough clues for Dharma Alex, John also became curious about the two branches of wizard vampires and Muggle vampires.
Werewolves, who are affected by the same curse as vampires, are all one source.
It is extremely unlikely that two different curses will become the same species by chance.
...
Vampires are nocturnal beings. Although some are awake during the day, most of them act at night.
John wrote a letter to Cindy, and when Basil sent it back, some red liquid stuck to the feather.
Just by looking at it, John knew it was human blood.
Basil was very upset. He opened his wings and kept pecking at the feathers with his mouth to clean them off.
Riddle hopped over. It was close to the place where Basil was stained red, and its eyes lit up with white light like a flashlight.
After the stubborn blood is irradiated, it quickly peels off.
Basil approached Riddle with satisfaction, and rubbed his head against Riddle to express his gratitude.
And Riddle just raised his head coldly.
John received a reply from Bloody, and it was the home of vampires in the middle of the night.
As if afraid that John would misunderstand, Xue Ni's first sentence was not an answer, but an explanation of why Basil was stained with blood.
Basil kicked open the skylight and flew into the vampire's house. Unfortunately, Xueni was having dinner.
In the Muggle world, you can buy blood transfusion bags at the hospital with a little money, which is why Xueni likes to visit the Muggle world.
It's just that the taste of blood is usually not very good, and sometimes I drink old and unpalatable old man's blood.
By the way, blood nuns like to drink the blood of young girls, and it is even better if it has been drawn for less than an hour, and it is still type AB.
Seeing that Johnny had picky tastes, he directly chose to skip this lengthy menu written on half a parchment.
Bloody inquired about some information about the Vampire Council, and their origin came from the world-famous vampire Cain.
It is said that Cain was cursed by God to become a vampire because he killed his brother.
In other words, Cain was a transfiguration caused by pure curse.
On the other hand, they are Muggles. Bloody doesn't know about them, but they just heard that their origins are different from those of wizards.
"It seems that this curse is very challenging."
Bloody's words are full of longing for John to be able to suppress the curse.
But this curse has a different situation than the werewolf curse.
Dharma Alex took over this task, probably with the idea of proving himself.
"Should I write a letter to Professor Slughorn and tell him to be careful with Alex Dharma?"
John could have predicted that when the curse turned out to be tricky, Dharma Alex would not hesitate to choose to drag his teacher into the water again.
John doesn't choose to be directly involved. As a manager, what he needs is not to do it himself.
Training and distribution is what he should do.
There is a saying that if you don't know how to manage a team, you can only work until you die.
Wizards are a big team.
Basil leaned close to the aloof Riddle, and his eyes all showed contempt for Tom, who was barking the dog below.
As a dog that can't fly, Tom couldn't climb up the slender owl stand, so he could only spin around anxiously below.
Crookshanks and Yaya used to play with it at school, and Protoss Hector and Hermo are also good playmates after graduation.
But now they are gone, Tom can only owl.
Frustrated by Ron's rejection, Tom lay down on John's lap for comfort.
John rubbed the dog's head and murmured to himself: "Really, you miss your former companions."
He looked out the window at night, "It used to be really lively."
There are fewer and fewer people in Silver Hand Manor.
A petal blown by the wind fell on the palm of my hand.
John will cover Tom's eyes with his big ears.
The petal in the palm of the hand moved, turned into a butterfly, spread its wings and flew to Tom's nose.
Feeling a tickle on his nose, Tom twisted the dog's head away from his ear from his eye.
Seeing the butterfly turned from pink petals fly up, it happily chased after it.
Tom is chasing butterflies in the empty manor.
John came out of the study and watched the scene with a smile, whenever Tom walked through an area.
The lights would come on there, and as Tom ran farther and farther away, all the lights would come on.
This place seems to be back to that lively time.
Various sounds rang in my ears, just like in Hogwarts, full of laughter.
However, no matter how prosperous it is, it is false after all.
Tom finally caught up with the butterfly, and the pink butterfly landed on its nose.
Tom, with his tongue lolling, stared at the butterfly with his eyes motionless.
Just as it was waiting for the butterfly to take off again, the butterfly curled up and turned back into the petal that came with the wind.
Tom shook his head, and the petals fell on the expensive carpet, and the wind that broke into it swept back to this luxurious manor.
Basil flew to the chandelier, and it quietly looked at Tom who was sitting there without moving.
Maybe Tom was thinking about this false thing too.
The lights dimmed.
The manor returned to its quietness and darkness.
...
