Hogwarts Blood Wizard

When they returned to the original unmanned classroom, the two of them stared wide-eyed, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing for a while.

Ivan also put out the thought of reprimanding Hermione, after all, Madam Pomfrey said that her condition was much more serious than Hermione's.

"It looks like we are going to have a detailed timetable!" Ivan sighed helplessly, as if the restless work and rest for a long time as before will cause problems.

Then Ivan began to rework a new schedule, the most important of which was to restrict the use of the time converter.

Go back up to 30 hours a day, try to avoid going back to the past several times at the same time, drink a bottle of tonic every three days, etc...

After strictly stipulating the schedule of work and rest, both of them felt a lot more relaxed in the next few days, but the progress of potion research and development has also been much slower.

Even if Ivan put all the grade points earned in class every day into it, there is still a core problem that cannot be solved.

That's why the effect of the compound decoction suddenly disappeared when the black-robed wizards were used in the experiment.

Thinking of this, Ivan frowned deeply.

After hesitating, he picked up the compound decoction prepared on the table, randomly added a piece of hair collected in school these days, and drank it in one sip, and his body quickly deformed.

Ivan looked at the mirror next to him, and he had turned into a thin little wizard.

"Shen Feng Wuying!"

When the effect of the medicine stabilized, Ivan used his wand against his arm to gently chant the spell, releasing the spell.

The invisible blade of magic pierced his skin, blood flowed down the wound, and the table suddenly became bright red.

Hermione turned her head when she heard the noise, and she was shocked when she saw a long wound on the arm of a strange little wizard.

Hermione instantly guessed that the person in front of him was Ivan who had drunk the compound soup, because she and Ivan were the only people here.

Seeing a large amount of blood flowing from Ivan's wrist, the little witch panicked.

Fortunately, she remembered that she had seen in the book "Making Advanced Potions" that Baixian could heal her injuries, so she hurriedly searched for it. Pulling Ivan's injured arm, dripped fresh juice onto the wound.

However, the wound was still bleeding, and the fresh juice had no effect at all.

"It's impossible! Why is it useless?" Hermione said eagerly with a hint of crying.

Ivan also didn't expect Hermione to have such a big reaction, and hurriedly explained.

"Don't worry, Hermione, I'm just doing an experiment... this is just part of an experiment."

While speaking, Ivan put his wand into the wound, and he whispered a curse like singing in his mouth, and the wound on his arm healed immediately.

He was just testing the stability of the compound decoction, especially when the drinker was severely injured and treated, would it suddenly change back to the original state, or affect the potion's effect.

experiment?

Hermione stared blankly at Ivan's arm slowly recovering, even the blood stained on the table returned to the wound, without replying for a long time.

Ivan was a little worried. When she was about to ask, she saw Hermione gritted her teeth, swung her fist, and hit his stomach with a punch.

Under the compound decoction, Ivan suddenly staggered and almost bumped into the cauldron behind him. When he stood up holding his stomach, he saw Hermione's eye circles a little red.

"Who would cut his arm to do the experiment? Can't you use other things to do the experiment?" Hermione was very angry, "and you won't notify me in advance!"

Seeing Hermione who was trembling with anger, Ivan opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start, scratching his head helplessly.

He didn't think so much when he was studying potions, he tried it out of his own intention. When he cast the spell, he deliberately controlled the power of the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse, and there was no danger.

Who made the compound decoction only useful to people, he couldn't catch a few little wizards at Hogwarts to use as experiments?

Ivan was not cruel to such a degree, and it would be bad if it caused casualties, Dumbledore would definitely tear him alive...

If only one could find a guilt-full body and tenacious vitality, even if he accidentally died in the experiment, no one would care about the "little mouse"...

Ivan sighed in his heart. In this way, not only would his potion improvement efficiency increase a lot, he didn't have to experiment on himself.

Wait...it seems like there is such a person!

Ivan suddenly thought of something, and his face showed a little surprise.

Scab, you are simply my savior!

"Ivan, did you think of the potion improvement plan?" Hermione looked at Ivan's face suddenly became happy, and the anger that was in her heart was temporarily suppressed, and asked concerned.

"No, I just thought that some experiments can be done with a mouse..." Ivan explained, but he would forget everything, and put on a coma spell to make sure that Peter will feel nothing afterwards.

"So you just thought of using a mouse as a guinea pig?" Hermione glared at her, looking like a lioness.

Ivan smiled bitterly, the experiment he was talking about was not an ordinary mouse.

That is to say, Animagus like Peter Pettigrew can meet his experimental needs!

He had to find a way to get that man from Ron, the mouse!

It was just that this was destined to be impossible to tell Hermione. Ivan had to apologize for a while and promised never to conduct such dangerous experiments on himself, so that Hermione would no longer pursue this matter.

I knew that if there was an experiment, Ivan would be foolish to use his body to do experiments.

But Hermione still had a stern face in the end, apparently still not calm, and ignored him all morning, flipping through the potions book for herself.

Ivan shook his head without paying attention, and continued to devote himself to the research of the potion.

After waiting for about an hour, Yifan clearly felt that the effect of the compound decoction began to slowly disappear.

It seems that the damage to the compound decoction caused by the previous injury should be very small, and it will not interrupt the effect of the potion.

"Why are there no books devoted to the study of potions on dead people? What changes will there be?"

At noon, Ivan, who returned to the auditorium for lunch, sighed with a headache. He felt that the fragrant steak in front of him seemed not so fragrant...

He rummaged through the potions books he could find these days, and found that there seemed to be no corresponding research records.