Chapter 49 The Origin of Discrimination
Chilo Office——
Quirrell slowly woke up.
Next to it was a pool of glaring blood red, which had already dried up.
Next to Xuehong was his magic wand and a photo stone.
"Master." Quirrell murmured weakly, but no one responded.
"Master." Quirrell shouted again with all his might.
"Stop shouting, clean up quickly, don't let anyone find you."
"But master, Hephis." Quirrell was a little anxious.
"he left."
"Even you, my master..." Quirrell realized he had said the wrong thing and stopped talking.
Voldemort snorted coldly, "It's because your body is too weak."
"If he tells on us, should we leave now?" Quirrell's body trembled uncontrollably.
"Snitch? He's a Slytherin."
Voldemort sensed Quirrell's emotions and decided to appease him, after all, he still needed him to do things.
"That guy has been gone for almost an hour. If you had informed on him, you would have been arrested long ago."
Qi Luo thought so too. Since he had not been caught, it meant he was still safe.
"Then Master, we still..."
"Don't worry about Hephis in advance. He can't learn it just by reading a book. He will contact you on his own initiative."
"Master, this is a photo stone."
"Let's take a look first."
Quirrell picked up the Image Stone and placed it against his forehead. The image in the Image Stone immediately appeared in his mind, and Voldemort watched as well.
The image in the photo stone is everything that happened after Hephis entered Quirrell's office.
After the film was over, Voldemort sighed, "If only Hephis could be used by me."
"Master, I am your most loyal servant," Quirrell protested.
Voldemort was disdainful in his heart. If there was no one else to use him, why would he use such an incompetent guy?
"My most loyal servant, first get the unicorn's blood and restore some of your power. Once you get the Philosopher's Stone, nothing will be an obstacle anymore." Voldemort bewitched.
"Yes, Master." Quirrell responded respectfully.
Hephis Dormitory——
After Hephis had eaten and drunk his fill, he walked back to his bedroom.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Theodore staring at him pitifully.
He suddenly felt overwhelmed. Today was the day to favor Theodore, but he had forgotten about it.
After Hephaestus outputted a lot of energy and Theodore swallowed it, he finally began to practice magic with satisfaction.
"Theodore, wait a moment." Hephis said.
Theodore looked at Hefeth in confusion. What was he doing? Was he going to give him more?
He already feels very full and can't swallow anymore, right?
"Theodore, you have used blood magic before, what do you know about it?" Hephis asked.
So that’s what happened!
Theodore directly told Hephaestus all the secrets recorded by the family.
The Nott family is one of the twenty-eight sacred families, and their ancestors once transplanted the blood of flower elves.
However, not every descendant can use the magic to control plants.
This is just like recessive and dominant genes. Whether you have talent depends on your fate.
However, marrying a Muggle will basically not produce a gifted child.
Of course it is not absolute, the probability is one in a million.
However, when pure bloods come together, the probability of the child having talent is much greater.
This is also the reason why pure-blood families intermarry a lot.
The discrimination against Muggles by pure-blood families was also passed down from that time.
They believed that it was because Muggle blood was too inferior that the children born could not inherit this talent.
Theodore also didn't know the method of blood transplantation.
All family books recording blood transplants have been lost, as if they were deliberately erased.
After listening to Theodore's explanation, Hephes fell into deep thought.
Even the pure-blood family has been lost, so where did Quirrell get it from?
Or is the method recorded in that book correct?
Hephis sent Theodore to practice magic, and he began to read "Blood Transplant" seriously.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that some of the theories above were very similar to those in Animagi.
Although the two paths are completely different, they have something in common.
Hephis spent the whole night studying "Blood Transplantation" and it was Theodore who reminded him in the end.
He then realized that it was already daybreak and that it was time to put the shadow back.
The little wizard's shadow won't work!
His IQ couldn't provide him with much help at all.
He would have to go to Imperial College London to find those top genetics students.
Hephis is now itching to fly to the Muggle world right away, but it's a little unrealistic.
He put away the book helplessly, yawned, and went to eat with Theodore.
"What? You said..." Hephes stopped immediately and silently uttered the word dragon with his lips.
"Keep your voice down, Hephes." Hermione quickly pulled Hephes.
"No Hermione, what you just said was indeed a dragon, right?" Hephis put his mouth in front of Hermione and said in a low voice.
"I'm talking about dragon eggs, not dragons." Hermione also explained in a low voice.
"Dragon eggs, they are dragon eggs! That's amazing. You mean at Hagrid's, right? Come on, come on, let's go together."
Hephis' heart was beating violently, and he grabbed Hermione and ran towards Hagrid.
"Stop, stop, stop." Hermione grabbed Hephesus tightly.
Hephis could only turn his head and stare at Hermione, silently accusing her.
"Hephis, we still have classes later." She was a little helpless. Hephis rarely showed such an impatient side, which was quite cute.
"Ah! I don't want to go to class!" Hephis felt extremely annoyed.
This is just like giving gifts on live broadcast.
Come on, count down to three.
3...
2...
If you have something to say, explain it to me.
Then the countdown started again.
3...
2...
Someone else came to give something else, and after a live broadcast, 1 never came out again.
Blue lean mushrooms.
Hephis pouted and looked depressed as he was dragged into the Charms classroom by Hermione.
The air pressure around Heffies was low throughout the entire class, and Hermione couldn't do anything about him.
This is the last chance to take action. Never mind.
Professor Flitwick was also confused and always looked in the direction of Hephis during class.
What happened to this little guy today?
Hephis's magic power has exceeded the level of a normal adult wizard, and Flitwick can easily sense the magic field he emits inadvertently.
Moreover, that kind of low-pressure state made him feel uncomfortable, and he could only sigh in his heart that he was truly a genius.
When he saw Hermione who was a little angry, he understood instantly and smiled wisely.
The young couple is having a conflict! Okay!
Hephes was really feeling uncomfortable.
In fact, it would be fine if it was just a dragon. Although he also wanted to see it, he wasn't so eager to see it.
But that's a dragon egg! Dragon eggs have shadows!
This is when a dragon is at its weakest, and also when its body is most likely to endure it.
If Xiaolong was born at this time, he would regret it to death.
Where can he find another dragon egg?
That’s why he feels uncomfortable!
He is in a hurry!
Hephaestus was so uneasy that he didn't even listen to what Professor Flitwick was saying.
