HP Approaches the Magic World

For ordinary people, the composition of blood comes from two parts.

Paternal, and maternal.

Among Jon's paternal bloodlines, the most powerful is obviously the legendary witch bloodline inherited from Helga.

There is no doubt about the power of the legendary witch's bloodline, but the bloodline inherited from Jon's maternal line is also very powerful.

And it's strangely powerful.

At first, Helga didn't realize that Jon had such a bloodline in his body.

If the human bloodline level is a pyramid, then among all the components in Jon's body, the dominant one is obviously the bloodline inherited by Helga, the bloodline inherited by Jon from his maternal side.

There's nothing particularly special about it.

Until the last Jon's Patronus incident.

It is not the honey badger, the traditional patron saint of the Hufflepuff family, but a black swallow without feet.

Of course, Jon still doesn’t know where this swallow came from, but after Helga analyzed the scene described by Jon, she found that this swallow is not the so-called thorn bird, and there is no patron saint in the West.

It is a family of thorn birds.

So the most likely possibility is that the bloodline is inherited from the maternal line.

It comes from Jon’s wizard ancestor who traveled here from the east.

China has always been mysterious, the mystery within the mystery. The West knows very little about China, so Helga has no clue.

And Jon knew the problem.

During the battle for the Guardian God, my Swallow used its speed advantage to unexpectedly grab the traces of the rules. In a head-on battle, it should not be able to defeat the honey badger, but if it survives to the end, at least it will not be any worse.

"Who cares which one is enhanced?" Jon sat on the chair, tied the straps, and comforted himself: "Anyway, the enhanced bloodline is also his own bloodline, and the improvement in strength is always his own."

Above him is a telescopic machine, with the test tube already inserted into it by Jon. As soon as the scheduled time comes, the instrument will reach in front of Jon and pour the medicine in the test tube into Jon's mouth.

After sitting in the cellar for less than half an hour, the time was almost up.

When the preset countdown ended, the telescopic robotic arm in front of Jon began to operate with the influx of electricity, and the temporarily installed air purifier also began to buzz, transporting the turbid air in the cellar.

At this time, Jon, who had tied himself in the chair, was staring at the blue-purple potion in the test tube that was pushed in front of him by the mechanical arm.

The color of this potion actually changes due to the blood of the user. Jon didn't think he was good at judging the legendary wizard's formula, so naturally it was best to "follow the doctor's orders" honestly.

So apart from the buzzing air purifier, the only remaining silence was the faint sound of liquid sloshing from the test tube.

In order to pursue the absolute purity of the pharmaceutical extraction, Jon used atomization to extract as much medicine as possible. Although it took a lot of time, the extracted medicine was not wasted at all, and he added Bai Dihua.

After that, I tried to be as gentle as possible.

In Helga's words, this is basically completely safe, and it won't be particularly painful.

Although he is still skeptical about this, Jon can only hope that what his legendary witch said is true.

His expression was tense, as if the content in the test tube was not a carefully developed potion, but some powerful poison that might create zombies.

Taking a deep breath, Jon opened his mouth and let the potion pour in from the test tube.

So cold.

After all, the three test tubes containing the magic potion had been refrigerated by Jon to maintain their liquid state at low temperatures to prevent them from being accidentally exposed to the air and becoming waste.

Moreover, when the medicine enters his mouth, he must swallow it immediately.

Then.

Jon felt like he was going to explode.

The huge amount of medicine poured into Jon's mouth like a tidal wave, instantly depriving him of his sense of taste and sound. He opened his mouth to say something and swallowed some air, but then he felt his mouth quickly numb.

Sensory deprivation.

He immediately wanted to reach out and touch himself, but the restraints of the chair allowed his fingers to only touch his other fingers. The touch from his fingertips was no longer the softness of flesh and blood, but was inseparable.

The only feeling came from inside his body, as if he had just swallowed a sprouted seed. The power of the potion grew countless "tentacles", penetrated into the capillaries of his esophagus, and then poured into Jon.

in the blood vessels.

However, this also reduces some pain.

Within the tolerance range.

He was about to smile, but then, the tingling sensation in his limbs made him completely lose the courage to smile.

It was like suffering a serious injury like a broken body. Although the pain of broken muscles and bones was unbearable, it was only a temporary problem and it would pass after being patient.

What is really unbearable is the numbness and itching caused by tiny stubbles on the bones when recovering from injuries. It is definitely the most tormenting feeling when one cannot move.

After the medicine finally finished surging and the pain like a hole in his chest stopped feeling, Jon finally ushered in the third wave of state.

The soul is empty.

Although he was still in his body, he had lost all feeling, as if someone had cut off the connection between his soul and body with a knife and locked his soul here.

Fortunately, this is not the first time he has experienced such a scene.

Without any fear or struggle, Jon seemed to have returned to a place he had been to before. After losing his sense of time, the darkness was not as difficult as imagined.

As long as he doesn't let himself get lost, it will be fine, because the darkness will always pass and he will eventually return to the familiar world.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but the first feeling to return was his keen perception.

He could feel every beat of his heart and the sound of purified blood flowing through his veins.

The numbness disappeared from his body like an ebbing tide, leaving behind strength. Jon closed his eyes, and the magic power fed back from his limbs and bones, indicating his existence to him.

He became stronger again, but this time it was not an advancement, but an evolution.

After resting for a while, Jon gently broke away, and the extremely fragile leather that was tied around him fell apart. He put on the ring again, waved his wand, and cleaned up the blood and dirt here, and then

leave.

When we walked out of the basement, the guards outside were already drowsy.

Jon looked up.

Its daybreak.