Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Three gallons and a bottle of blood?

Ivan's words resounded in the hall, and the werewolf wizards whose eyes were full of suspicion were moved.

Although there are not many Sanjialong, it is still very impressive for them.

You must know that there are very few wizards in Knockoff Alley who are willing to let these werewolves work. Even if they are recruited, the salary is pitiful, only a few gallons a month.

Now they can earn half a month's salary as long as they put a little blood. They are naturally very excited, and even Fren begins to hesitate.

Seeing that Ivan, the little wizard who had just defeated him, was about to use a few gold gallons to buy their blood, Walker was very angry, feeling that the dignity of their werewolf wizard was offended.

"Enough! No one here will sell you blood!" Walker stood up and pointed at Ivan with his wand.

Ivan didn't pay attention to his meaning at all, but spoke loudly.

"Four gallons and a bottle!"

Following Ivan's words, the werewolf wizards in the hall became more emotional, but no one chose to speak out.

When he noticed this, Walker was relieved, and turned to look at Ivan proudly, wanting to tell the little wizard that although they are poor, they are dignified!

However, Walker did not know, no one spoke, just hoping that Ivan would continue to increase the price...

For them, their dignity and bloodliness have been consumed by so many years of exclusion and discrimination. At most, there are still some insurmountable bottom lines...

Ivan was also aware of this, so instead of continuing to increase the price, he added a restriction.

"I only need five bottles of blood!"

The next moment, the werewolf wizards who had been silent suddenly couldn't sit still, put down the bread and porridge in their hands, and leaned over here.

"Five bottles of blood, a total of 20 gallons, I can give it to you!"

"With my blood, they are too old, mine is more energetic!"

"It's only five bottles, which is too little. Are you sure it's enough for research? Don't you need more? We can take out one hundred or eighty bottles..."

......

Walker stared blankly at the werewolf wizards who lifted up their sleeves and were ready for bloodletting, as if something was broken in their heart...

Turning his head abruptly to look at Ivan, Walker thought the other person would look at him mockingly, and even made a few sarcasm.

However, Ivan didn't even look at him at all, but instead persuaded the eager werewolf wizards.

"Don't worry, everyone, just one bottle of blood, everyone has a share!"

Walker, who felt that he was ignored, turned red and white, and finally ran into the yard with anger...

Ivan ignored him at all. This bear kid just lacks social beatings. He will behave if he is hungry for a few days...

Waving the magic wand, the cups on the table began to twist and deform, turning into a few large beakers...Ivan was very accurate, and each beaker could hold 600 ml of werewolves. blood.

This amount of bloodletting will not affect their daily work, and more may cause some discomfort.

After all, Ivan is not a devil, he still cares about these blood banks... Bah, he is very considerate of these werewolf wizards, if it doesn't take a while, he will come back.

According to Ivan's estimation, the blood is enough to make more than 30 bottles of wolf poison medicine, whether it is distributed as a sample or sold in the early stage.

Such a big bottle?The werewolf wizards looked at the large beaker on the table, and suddenly no one said anything like one person all-inclusive. Except for Walker, there were exactly five werewolf wizards present, one by one honestly letting blood.

At the beginning, Ivan also planned to deform several needles to help draw blood. Who knew that these werewolf wizards were more irritable one by one, and directly cut their wrists and let out blood!

Fren saw this situation, sighed, rolled his sleeves and joined the bloodletting ranks, four gallons are quite a lot...

Scarlet blood ran down from the wrist and poured into the beaker.

Ivan once again saw the outstanding recovery ability of the werewolf wizards, especially Fren. After cutting his wrist, the blood had stopped filling the beaker and Fren had to frown and cut again.

Ivan suddenly felt that he had underestimated the blood recovery speed of the werewolves. He had known that he should get a bigger bottle.

It didn’t take long for the five beakers to be filled with blood. The werewolf wizards looked at Ivan eagerly, waiting for him to pay the agreed Jin Jialong, and even asked if they wanted more wolf blood. !

Ivan did not let them down, took out twenty Jin Jialong from the wizard's robe, put it on the table, and reminded by the way.

"After the blood is drawn, you'd better eat more nutritious things during this period. The bread and porridge will not fill your stomach and it is not conducive to recovery. If you have the conditions, it is better to buy some cheap tonics...or to Buy some red dates at the Muggle market and eat them..."

After taking over Jin Jialong, the werewolf wizards who were originally eager to sell blood were a little moved when they heard Ivan's words of sincere concern.

Because of their special identities, almost no normal wizards are willing to approach them, let alone caring about them, usually they can only hug each other to keep warm.

After the mood turned positive, Ivan's affinity talent gradually began to play a role, and until he left, the relationship between the two parties had eased a lot.

At least it's no longer full of vigilance and alert as it was at the beginning...

Ivan is very satisfied with this. Once the wolf's poison potion needs to be produced in large quantities, these werewolf wizards are excellent blood banks. Naturally, this relationship should not be too stiff.

Until the evening, Ivan finally left with five bottles of werewolf blood.

On the road, Ivan, who was passing through the abandoned street, stopped suddenly, and Dougt held his wand, his eyes full of playfulness.

As far as he could look, at the end of the street, a thin figure was standing there, it was Walker who ran out of sullenness before.

"What's the matter? Or do you still plan to compete with me?" Ivan asked puzzled.

"If the two of you didn't work on me together, I wouldn't lose!" Walker said angrily. His memory still lingers at the moment he turned into a wolf, so he didn't know that Ivan had blown up a whole spell with a spell. Block stone wall thing.

Ivan raised his eyebrows inconspicuously, but at this time he unexpectedly discovered that Walker's state was a bit wrong, his face was pale and scary, and his lips were not even bloody.

Is it possible to come to touch porcelain?

All kinds of thoughts flashed in Ivan's mind. When he was puzzled, he saw Walker suddenly threw two bottle-shaped objects over. Ivan subconsciously took it and found that the bottle was filled with blood. He was surprised. Looking at each other...

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