HP Approaches the Magical World

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

paternal, and matrilineal.

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

The power of the bloodline of the legendary witch is unquestionable, but the bloodline inherited from the maternal line in Jon's body is also very powerful.

And it's weirdly powerful.

At the beginning, Helga didn't realize that Jon still had such a blood in his body.

If it is said that the bloodline level of a person is a pyramid, then among all the components in Jon's body, the bloodline inherited from Helga is obviously dominant, and the bloodline inherited by Jon from the maternal line, There is nothing special about it.

Until the last Jon's Patronus event.

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

Of course, Jon doesn't know the origin of this swallow for the time being, but after Helga analyzed the picture described by Jon, 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 greatest possibility should be the blood inherited from the maternal line.

From Jon's wizard ancestor who traveled here from the East.

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

And Jon knew the problem.

In the battle for the patron saint back then, his own swallow had snatched the traces of the rules unexpectedly by virtue of its speed advantage. In a frontal battle, it should not be able to defeat the honey badger, but if it can survive to the end, at least it will not be far behind.

"Which one is he enhancing?" Jon sat on the chair, tied the straps, and comforted himself: "Anyway, the enhanced blood is also his own blood, and the improvement of strength is always his own."

Above him is a retractable machine, and the test tube has been inserted by Jon. As soon as the scheduled time comes, the instrument will stretch out 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 is almost up.

The pre-set countdown ended, and the telescopic mechanical arm in front of Jon began to operate with the influx of electricity, and the temporarily installed air purifier also began to hum, transporting the stale air in the cellar out.

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

The color of this potion actually changes due to the user's blood. Jon asked himself that he didn't have the skills to comment on the legendary wizard's formula, so it was better to honestly "follow the doctor's orders".

So apart from the humming air purifier, the only thing left in the silence was the faint sound of liquid swaying from the test tube.

In order to pursue the absolute purity of medicine extraction, Jon used the atomization method to extract as much medicine as possible. Although it took a lot of time, the medicine extracted was not wasted at all, and cypress flower was added After that, it was as gentle as possible.

In Helga's words, it's basically completely safe, and it doesn't hurt too much.

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 thing in the test tube was not a carefully developed potion, but something that might create the poison of zombies.

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

so cold.

After all, the three test tubes containing the potion had been refrigerated by Jon before, keeping them in a liquid state at a low temperature, so as not to accidentally expose them to the air and become waste products.

Moreover, he had to swallow the medicine immediately.

Then.

Jon felt like he was going to explode.

A huge amount of medicine was poured into Jon's mouth like a sea tide, depriving him of his sense of taste and voice in an instant. He opened his mouth to say something to swallow some air, but then he only felt the rapid numbness around his mouth.

Sensory deprivation.

He immediately wanted to reach out and touch himself, but the restraint of the chair made his fingers only touch his other fingers, and the touch from his fingertips was no longer the softness of flesh and blood, but no feeling at all.

The only feeling came from within his body, as if he had just swallowed a germinated seed. The power of the potion grew countless "tentacles", drilled into the capillaries of his esophagus, and then poured into Jon in the blood vessels.

However, it's also less painful.

within the acceptable range.

He was about to smile, but then, the itching from his limbs made him completely lose the courage to smile.

It was as if he had suffered a serious injury like a broken body. The pain of broken bones was unbearable, but it was only a temporary problem, and it passed after a while.

What is really unbearable is that when the bones are recovering, the numbness and itchiness brought about by the small stubbles on the bones are definitely the most tormenting feeling when they cannot move.

After the medicinal power finally finished surging, and the pain like drilling a hole no longer came from his chest, Jon finally ushered in the third wave of state.

The soul is empty.

Although he was still in his body, he had already lost all his senses, 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 certain place he had been. 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's fine, because the darkness will always pass, and he will eventually return to the familiar world.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but the feeling that returned first was keen perception.

He could feel every beat of his heart, as well as the sound of purified blood flowing in his blood vessels.

The numbness disappeared from his body like an ebbing tide, leaving power behind. Jon closed his eyes, and the magical power returned from his limbs and bones, showing his existence to him.

He became stronger again, but this time it was not advanced, but evolved.

After resting for a while, Jon struggled lightly, and the extremely fragile leather that bound him and was now ravaged was torn apart. He put on the ring again, waved his wand, cleaned up the blood stains here, and then leave.

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

Jon looked up.

Its daybreak.