I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John's pupils dilated, his eyes able to see the subtle differences between the two bloods.

That's how much difference there is in the curse.

He picked up the blood in his left hand and asked, "Did Xue Ni send it?"

"Yes." Damo Alex had dark circles under his eyes and looked much thinner.

As a potion master, he has an amazing skill.

In order to maintain a high-intensity and focused research passion, and also to prevent my research from being disturbed.

He would overeat during his non-working hours to quickly satisfy himself and take in enough energy to keep his body functioning.

The price is that Damo Alex's body is like a balloon, sometimes with a belly, and sometimes as thin as a skeleton.

Now Damo Alex looks like he is just one overtime job away from sudden death. If you don't know, you might think John is exploiting this middle-aged man.

After hearing Damo Alex's answer, John picked up another portion of blood.

There is almost no difference between the two in appearance, but in the eyes of John, who can see chaos particles, these things are very different.

The one on the left hand side contains a curse that can change a person, while the one on the right has more than half the number of curses.

The other half is replaced by a very active virus.

They are both vampires, but they have different blood.

John put down the blood and thought: "It seems that Xue Ni is right. The two types of vampires are different in their origins."

It is certain that the existence of wizard vampires is more like being born from a curse.

Muggle vampires, on the other hand, seem to be mutations.

Although there is also a curse, this curse is used to maintain the vampire's active bloodthirst.

"Do you see the difference?" Damo Alex's face drooped, and the black smoke coming out of his ears made the whole room dark.

"This thing has no difference in appearance or specific ingredients, but when used as a potion, it will undergo completely different changes."

Damo Alex looked at the two cages covered with black cloth with difficulty. John walked over and opened them. Inside were rabbits with fangs growing out, dying, and a dead chicken that had been dead for about two and a half days.

Damo Alex is an excellent potion master, but unfortunately he is not one who likes cleaning.

John glanced at the red bloodshot eyes of Damo Alex and asked in surprise: "Don't tell me you experimented directly on them?"

Damo Alex turned his head away feeling guilty.

This behavior is extremely reckless in the scientific research community.

"Okay, I admit that I did it this way, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the two bloods." Damo Alex was not justified, but he was quite angry.

John was speechless. For the potion master, practice really did make the truth known.

"The Alchemy Department has designed a new magic microscope based on the Muggle microscope. You can pick one up tomorrow."

It is indeed a combination of magic and technology. For something like this where only John can see the difference with the naked eye, a microscope that can observe the changes in magic is particularly important.

"Research cannot be done by seclusion alone, Damo Alex." John said, "These two vampires are from different branches of the ancestors, which means they were born from different sources. We need to treat the symptoms accordingly."

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 in the entire room was much better.

"Also, don't drink too much of the refresher, it's cold medicine."

John gives Damo Alex a heads up.

He had always thought it was one curse, but now it seemed to be two curses.

Dharma Alex suddenly realized.

"As for the death of animals." John looked at the surviving rabbits and saw that the curse was taking away their lives. "The curse is not something these lives can endure. They didn't die immediately, but their vitality is constantly being reduced."

On the other hand, the other chicken is not cursed to die.

It's more like the virus invaded the body and disrupted the entire body system of the chicken, causing the chicken to explode.

After leaving enough clues for Damo Alex, John also began to be curious about the two branches of wizard vampires and Muggle vampires.

Werewolves, who are affected by the same curse as vampires, have the same origin.

It is an extremely low probability that two different curses would become the same species by chance.

...

Vampires are nocturnal creatures. Although some are awake during the day, most are active at night.

John wrote a letter to Bloody, and when Basil returned it, there was some red liquid stuck on its feathers.

Just by looking at it, John knew it was human blood.

Basil was very unhappy. He spread his wings and kept pecking at the feathers with his beak to clean them.

Riddle jumped over, approaching the place where Basil had dyed red, and his eyes lit up white like a flashlight.

Stubborn blood will peel off quickly after being irradiated.

Basil approached Riddle with satisfaction and rubbed his head against Riddle to express his gratitude.

Riddle just held his head high and looked arrogant.

John received a reply from Xue Ni, and it was late at night, the vampire's home turf.

As if afraid that John would misunderstand, Xue Ni's first words were 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, Xue Ni was having dinner.

In the Muggle world, you can buy blood transfusion bags in the hospital as long as you spend some money. This is why Xue Ni likes to visit the Muggle world.

The only thing is that blood usually doesn’t taste very good, and sometimes you might even end up drinking old, unpalatable blood from an elderly person.

By the way, Xue Ni likes to drink the blood of young girls. It would be even better if the blood was just drawn within an hour and is AB type.

Seeing that Xue Ni had a picky taste, John chose to skip the long menu that took up half a sheet of parchment.

Xue Ni looked up some information about the Vampire Council and found out that their origin came from the world-famous vampire Cain.

It is said that Cain was cursed and turned into a vampire because he was displeased by God for killing his brother.

In other words, Cain was a transformation caused by pure curse.

As for Muggles, Xue Ni didn't know much about them, but he just heard that their origins were different from those of wizards.

"It seems that this curse is quite challenging."

Xue Ni's words are filled with his desire for John to be able to suppress the curse.

But this curse is different from the werewolf curse.

Damo Alex took over this task, probably with the idea of ​​proving himself.

"Should I write a letter to Professor Slughorn and ask him to be careful about Damo Alex?"

John could foresee that when the curse became troublesome, Damo Alex would not hesitate to choose to drag his teacher into the water again.

John would not choose to get involved directly. As a manager, he does not need to do everything himself.

Training and allocation are what he should do.

There is a saying that goes, if you can’t manage a team, you will just work yourself to death.

The Wizards are a big team.

Basil approached the aloof Riddle, his eyes showing his condescending contempt for Tom who was barking like a dog below.

As a dog that couldn't fly, Tom couldn't climb up the slender owl stand and could only spin around anxiously below.

In the past, Crookshanks and Fangs played with it in school. After graduation, the Star Spirits Hector and Helmer were also good playmates.

But now they were gone, and Tom could only look after the owl.

Tom, frustrated by being rejected by Basil, lies on John's lap for comfort.

John rubbed the dog's head and murmured to himself, "Really? You miss your old companions."

He looked out the window at the night scene and said, "It used to be so lively."

There are fewer and fewer people in Silver Hand Manor.

A petal blown by the wind fell into the palm of my hand.

John will use Tom's big ears to cover his eyes.

The petal in the palm of his hand moved, turned into a butterfly, spread its wings and flew onto Tom's nose.

Feeling an itch on his nose, Tom twisted his head to move his ears away from his eyes.

Seeing the pink petals transform into a butterfly and fly up, it happily chased after it.

Tom was chasing butterflies in the empty manor.

John walked out of the study and watched the scene with a smile, every time Tom walked through an area.

The lights there would light up, and as Tom ran farther and farther, all the lights would light up.

This place seems to have returned to its bustling days.

All kinds of sounds rang in my ears, just like in Hogwarts, full of laughter and joy.

However, no matter how prosperous it is, it is ultimately false.

Tom finally caught the butterfly and the pink butterfly landed on his nose.

Tom, with his tongue hanging out, stared at the butterfly without moving his eyes.

Just as it was waiting for the butterfly to take off again, the butterfly curled up its body and turned back into a petal that flew with the wind.

Tom shook his head, and the petals fell on the expensive carpet. The wind that broke in swept them back toward the luxurious manor.

Basil flew to the top of the chandelier and looked quietly at Tom who was sitting there motionless.

Maybe Tom was also thinking about this fake thing.

The lights dim.

The manor returned to its own quiet and darkness.

...

Chapter 800 A New Semester

Today is a sad day.

For Malfoy.

He reluctantly watched his Atuo get on the flying car that had not yet been sold on the market.

Mr. Greengrass stared warily at Malfoy in the rearview mirror.

"Draco, I remember all those snacks you had." There was a large bag of new snack gift boxes on the seat next to Astoria, "I'll contact you as soon as I get to school."

Malfoy: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Astoria: "A Quidditch club contacted me. Would you be mad?"

Malfoy forced a smile: "No, no, no, you can go to any club you want."

"Fortunately I didn't help you decide which club to join when you were in school, otherwise I would have delayed your choice."

Mr. Greengrass looked at Malfoy who was still trying to cling to the car window and said unhappily, "Get ready to go."

Astoria heard what her father said and waved to Malfoy, "I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself. Don't use that belt. It can easily hit your head."

"I understand. You should take care of yourself too." Malfoy pretended to be nonchalant and loosened his grip on the car door.

Astoria said goodbye: "Goodbye, Draco."

"Goodbye, Atuo."

Mr. Greengrass no longer wanted to stay, and without waiting for Malfoy to say anything else, he stepped on the accelerator.

The car started slowly, but Malfoy couldn't bear to leave and followed the car.

"Be happy and content at school. If anyone bullies you, tell me."