All-Heavens Spellcaster

“Excellent activity, excellent adaptability, and general fusion. It seems that it will take some time before this thing can enter the in vivo experiment stage…”

Zhang Cheng obviously doesn’t know yet. What a huge trouble the gift brought to Hermione Granger, she was busy testing the various properties of the black substance.

For him, this kind of thing spawned by the mutation of creative power is full of incredible characteristics, which not only endows cells with strong adaptability, but also can observe each cell nucleus through a microscope. The faintly discernable interaction with other cell nuclei is as if these cells have acquired relatively independent consciousness and will automatically make judgments based on external stimuli.

Of course, this is not the most interesting.

The most interesting thing is that although the black substance strengthens more than 90% of the cells in the body, it only does not strengthen the brain cells.

This also means that no matter how strong the body is, the brain is extremely fragile, no different from an ordinary person.

The deceased’s brain couldn’t bear the sudden increase in blood pressure during the mutation process, and the entire skull exploded directly into a pool of tofu brains.

But as an enhancer, it is undoubtedly qualified. At least after the strengthening, the total amount of magic power that the wizard’s body can carry has increased, and it will gain a certain degree of resistance to various magical attacks.

The only thing Zhang Cheng still doesn’t understand is what are the conditions for this mutation?

The strong will of the experiment question itself?

Or stimuli from the outside world?

Or is it a chain reaction caused by a certain magic item?

Because he hadn’t observed the situation at the time, he couldn’t predict any results at all, and even some of the recurring incantions often used by wizards were all ineffective.

Just when he thought he was walking into a dead end again, Lucius Malfoy suddenly opened the door and broke in, shouting excitedly: “A great news! Next semester Hogwarts will host the Triwizard Tournament, which has been suspended for more than 700 years. I believe that the old bastard of Dumbledore will definitely be troubled by this. As long as he makes a little mistake, we can use this as an excuse to make trouble. It can’t be driven away, and more laws can be issued to restrict the rights of the Principal.”

“Oh? It sounds interesting, but I care more about the Black Demon King’s plan. Tell me what he intends to do. In what way to declare his return?” Zhang Cheng slowly turned around, his face full of playful expressions.

Be aware that Peter Pettigrew is dead and was burned to ashes by Harry Potter.

He wants to know now, without his own help, how Demon prostrating on the ground plans to complete the resurrection plan, especially the release of one of the most loyal servants-Barty Crouch Jr.

“Sorry, he didn’t at all mention this. He just asked me to prepare a few extra tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. I heard that he received two new tickets some time ago. Servant, I guess I will take this opportunity to summon the Death Eaters.” Lucius speculated in an uncertain tone.

“New servant?” Zhang Cheng had a surprised look in his eyes.

Lucius seriously nodded: “Yes! One is called Madil, and the other is Cindy. I only know that they are all crazy duel hobbyists, participating in at least five duels every year. He will kill his opponents cruelly once, so he is wanted by the entire European magic world.”

“so that’s how it is ……It seems that our dark demon Lord Wang is really charming, no matter where he goes You can meet your ardent admirers everywhere, right?” Zhang Cheng teased meaningfully.

This time, Lucius closed his mouth wisely and did not participate in the discussion topic.

As a nobleman, he doesn’t want to be caught by the Demon prostrating on the ground because of his quick tongue.

Zhang Cheng circled the basement twice, and suddenly he instructed: “Give me two tickets to the Quidditch World Cup. I want to see with my own eyes what he wants. hell is happening.”

“A little thing!” Lucius agreed without hesitation at all.

Perhaps for an ordinary wizard family, it takes months of savings to buy an expensive admission ticket, but for him who has acquired countless industries, it’s a bit of a drizzle. Not really.

…

Time flies, and more than a week passed in the blink of an eye.

As the Quidditch World Cup final day approaches, the entire British magical world has entered a state of carnival, even the mature Harry Potter and Draco Marr Fu is no exception.

Sports!

Especially antagonistic and intense sports can always arouse the primordial instinct hidden in the human subconscious.

To some extent, it belongs to the continuation of the hunting and killing impulse, which can make people’s spirits fall into a state of extreme excitement.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng couldn’t feel this anymore. He just came to Hermione’s house alone with two tickets for VIP seats, but he saw it as soon as they met. Mrs. Granger looked sad.

Out of courtesy, he asked, “Madam, are you having any trouble?”

“It’s Hermione! She locked herself in the room for more than a week I didn’t come out and didn’t let us in, I was worried if something went wrong with her. You know, magic…” The latter obviously hesitated, but finally told the truth.

After all, it is quite difficult for ordinary families to accept a daughter as a wizard, let alone cause accidental injuries from time to time in the process of learning magic.

“Don’t worry, if you don’t mind, I can go up and have a look.” Zhang Cheng took the initiative to take this task without difficulty with a smile on his face.

“Thank you so much! I really don’t know what to say. Hermione is upstairs. Go upstairs to find her.” Mrs. Granger hurriedly pointed to the second floor near the stairs. The room on the right.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng went directly to the door and knocked gently on the door.

Soon, the girl’s irritable voice came from inside the door: “Damn! Mother! I said, don’t bother me.”

“It’s me, Granger Young Lady. No matter what happens, you’d better open the door first, don’t you think that trifling a door can prevent me from entering?” Zhang Cheng jokingly said in a half-cracking a joke tone.

“Teach…Professor?!”

Hermione was undoubtedly taken aback. There was a rustling sound in the room, and she didn’t know if she was knocked down. what.

One minute later, the closed door opened a gap.

I saw the girl wrapped in blankets all over her body, cautiously inspected the surroundings and opened the door completely after confirming that her parents were not there, urging in a low voice: “Quick! Come in!”

“What are you doing?”

Zhang Cheng walked into the room, and at first glance he saw the densely packed books and notes on the bed, on the floor, and on the table, and even There is a tongs pot used to make potions.

“I…I’m not quite clear either, you better watch it yourself.”

After locking the door, Hermione took off the blanket she was covering to reveal herself Incomparable body hair and face……