Hogwarts: I can inherit the legacy of the dead

"Why does it feel different when you fall asleep this time?" Meka Anders looked around in surprise.

It seemed to be a silent cave. It had just rained, and the ground was a little damp, and there was even water. As he walked inside, he occasionally heard the sound of water, and the sound echoed in the cave, which was particularly ethereal.

"I'm a guest from afar, come in and have a chat." The vicissitudes of life sounded, and a fire lit up in the cave.

Meka was startled and stopped to think. Is this the second wizard who has escaped from the 'unconscious' state of dreams?

"This is a dark wizard, you need to be more careful." Meka thought for a while and decided to go inside to meet this talented dark wizard.

When he got close to the fire, he saw that in the cave where the fire was lit, there was actually a spacious and bright old house.

There is a fireplace with firewood burning in the house, and in front of the golden main chair is a small table covered with a red tablecloth.

"Sit down." The owner of the vicissitudes of voice was pouring blood-colored wine with a strong aroma. He pointed to the short sofa beside him and asked Meka to sit down.

"I suddenly woke up from the darkness, and I was still wondering who woke me up from the netherworld, and then you came." The owner of the vicissitudes of voice raised his head. He was a tall, middle-aged wizard. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and his chin He has a long black beard.

"Hello, I'm taking the liberty of visiting you." Meka looked at him and shook hands with him politely.

"Oh? You still know the rules?" The middle-aged wizard smiled, "I am most afraid of greeting those reckless people, which will always make me embarrassed."

When the middle-aged wizard saw Meka sitting down, he placed the blood-red wine in front of Meka and sat down as well. "Can I ask, how did you wake me up?"

Meka shook his head: "I don't understand either. It was just by chance that I came here and saw you here."

"Oh?" The middle-aged wizard nodded, "It seems that I talked about something I shouldn't have talked about. It doesn't matter. Since you don't want to talk about it, just stop it for now."

"This is Tempranillo wine. You can give it a try." He smiled and made an invitation gesture.

"I added some gadgets to give it a special taste, like a clear spring in a blazing fire, warm yet refreshing."

Meka picked up the glass and took a sip. He seemed to drink it, but actually he didn't. He praised it: "Yes, it's a good wine. It's a pity that I rarely drink."

The middle-aged wizard took a sip of the blood-red wine. He enjoyed it and squinted his eyes: "Yes, it's been a long time since I drank it, and it's still so intoxicating. By the way, what do you call it?"

"Anders," Meka said.

"Just call me Oule." The middle-aged wizard also reported the title. He nodded to himself: "Mr. Anders, I always feel that the opportunity to stay in this world is rare and may disappear in an instant. I must seize it, so I want to Please do me a favor."

Meka narrowed his eyes: "What are you doing? Please tell me."

"It seems there is hope." The middle-aged wizard suddenly clapped his hands and said with a smile, "This job is very simple."

Meka stood up suddenly. He stared at the middle-aged wizard coldly, feeling a strong threat.

The fire in the fireplace suddenly expanded and turned into a raging flame, illuminating the old house as if it were deep in the netherworld. He was in it, unable to move, as if there was a quagmire under his feet.

"What are you going to do?" Meka's expression changed.

But he quickly regained his composure, and the space in his mind made him feel at ease. He actually predicted what was going to happen next, and that he would face something that would involve both danger and opportunity.

Meka made up her mind and stayed where she was.

Under the illumination of the green fireworks, his eyelids suddenly sank, and his consciousness became blurred. In front of him, he saw the middle-aged wizard leaning over to observe, as if he was looking at a test object.

"Very good, an excellent experimental subject. He has actually received the transfer of vampire blood? This is simply a good material..." The middle-aged wizard's voice became hazy in his ears, as if it was coming from a very far away place. Come.

Meka's eyelids drooped, as if they were tied with lead weights, and were extremely heavy. He closed his eyes many times and forced himself to open them again to observe the changes in front of him.

Only a rustling sound was heard. The middle-aged wizard came back with a bottle of bloody solution. He held the delicate carving knife tightly in his hand and used the bottle of bloody solution to water the white blade.

"You are lucky, young man." The middle-aged wizard said with a smile:

"I solved the last difficulty of the 'Alchemy of Life' just before I died, but I didn't have time to let this unique alchemy appear in this world. I closed my eyes and swore secretly that as long as there was a chance to return to the world, I would definitely Let the alchemy of life be fully realized in this world.”

"That's it." Meka's mind gradually became dim and blurred. This was Ole Block's last wish.

As if he was hungover, he vaguely saw someone carving and painting on his body, using blood as paint and a carving knife as a brush. There was a continuous pain in his body, from head to toe, making his body twitch from time to time.

"What a beautiful piece of art..." the middle-aged wizard's voice sighed.

That was the last sound he heard.

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"This is?"

At three o'clock in the morning, Meka woke up from his sleep. He looked at his hands and saw the mysterious lines of blood on his body flashing away.

"Is this the 'painting' that Ole Bloch carved on my body last night?"

Meka closed her eyes slightly. In the darkness, she could clearly see the dense bloody mysterious lines on her body. From her face to her neck, to her body, to her limbs, there was blood flowing everywhere, especially the blood marks on her heart and the back of her hands. .

"What a great imagination and idea."

Meka sensed carefully and was able to obtain a small amount of information from the mysterious blood veins.

He learned that the alchemy of life was to refine people into "treasures", to break the inherent upper limit of the human body, to cultivate one's own blood, so that people could also obtain stronger magical talents like the magical animals that were blessed by nature. This was indeed an amazing idea.

"The mysterious blood veins seem to be completely integrated with the blood fetus?" Meka continued to observe and was soon surprised.

He felt that the mysterious blood veins had merged with the blood fetus, and directly completed what the vampire wizard Phelps had been trying to do.

The long-dormant blood fetus was stimulated and rejuvenated again, and the tone of his blood veins was set. No matter how it changed, it was based on the "vampire blood veins".

In addition, although the blood fetus had withered before, its "structure" had long been stable, and the combination with the blood fetus made the mysterious blood veins much more stable.

Of course, he could feel that this was still a semi-finished product, and the mysterious blood veins were still unstable and lacked sufficient energy foundation.

"I need a lot of magical animal blood to replenish energy."

Meka felt waves of hunger, which was not physical, but mental, or "soul".

The information he foresaw from space told him that if the mysterious blood pattern failed to be "filled" in time, at the moment it collapsed, he would also be absorbed as energy and turned into a mummy.

And every time the mysterious blood pattern was satisfied and let it "feed" a meal, it would also bring certain gains, allowing his bloodline to gradually climb to the limit.

"The risk of this matter is still very high." Meka sighed.

He knew that even if Ole Bullock said that he had overcome the difficulties of life alchemy, the mysterious blood pattern left on him was still a test product, and it was the first time it appeared in this world, and there were too many uncertainties.

When he was used as an "experimental product", he vaguely heard Ole Bullock say the most important uncertainty:

The mysterious blood pattern must absorb the blood of two powerful magical animals in the end to be considered successful, and then he didn't know which two powerful magical animals were the most suitable.

The blood of these two powerful magical animals, one as the main medicine and the other as the blending agent, can fully stimulate the effect of the mysterious blood pattern, completely consolidate all the results brought by the previous "full meal" of blood, and permanently improve the purity and potential of one's own blood.

If the two are not suitable and complementary, they may fail in the end, making the mysterious blood pattern ineffective, leaving a certain "blood disability", completely losing the blood talent that was originally or has been cultivated, and even causing the magic talent to regress.

"That is to say, I have the space in my mind, so I dare to be so bold and don't care about the blood "disability" and the regression of magic talent. But two powerful magical animals..."

Meka frowned. He needed a lot of blood, and it might be difficult to buy it from others.

He quickly made a decision to buy a large amount of blood from ordinary magical animals to "fill" the mysterious blood pattern and stabilize it first.

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