Hogwarts Bloodline Chapter 48: Bloodline Fusion Potion - Novel Cool

Chapter 48: Bloodline Fusion Potion

"I told you, their imagination is not ordinary." Snape's figure appeared from the side of the Headmaster's Office, his face dark and unpleased.

Snape, who had watched the entire scene with the Disillusionment Charm, had clearly heard Harry's entire accusation. Snape felt that the points deducted were too few, lacking the necessary deterrent. Next time, he should do better.

"This isn't just imagination; it's more likely to be reality", Dumbledore reminded him, then looked at Snape with a slightly helpless expression. If Snape didn't frequently target Harry, he wouldn't be Harry's top suspect.

But Dumbledore was well aware of Snape's special feelings toward Harry and couldn't convince him to change.

"So what?" Snape stared at Dumbledore with his hollow eyes, speaking lightly. "We now know that Quirrell is definitely connected to Voldemort. What do you plan to do about it?"

Dumbledore didn't respond, remaining silent.

"Do you really think those shoddy traps under the Trapdoor can stop Quirrell, or Voldemort?" Snape was puzzled, then suddenly realized something.

"Or are those tests for Potter and his friends?"

Snape looked at Dumbledore with a mocking gaze.

"Let a few first-year Young Wizards go through all those obstacles to face and defeat the Dark Lord? What a grand adventure."

Snape's tone grew angrier, suspecting that Dumbledore had been reading too many biographies or was suffering from dementia, otherwise, he wouldn't have such absurd ideas.

"Severus!" Dumbledore interrupted Snape.

"You should know that I can't protect Harry forever. Some appropriate growth is necessary. At the very least, I can still control the danger within a manageable range."

At this point, Dumbledore paused, his face showing signs of weariness.

"I am old, and I can feel my power gradually waning. But Tom is different. He is weak now, but as long as he doesn't die, one day he will regain his strength, perhaps even become stronger.

If we don't find his method of resisting death, we can do nothing."

"Within a manageable range? That's the Dark Lord!" Snape asked, each word heavy with accusation. Though he understood Dumbledore's words, he couldn't accept them.

Indeed, Harry had the protective magic set by Lily, making Voldemort unable to touch or directly harm him.

But this magic wasn't invincible. Voldemort could find other ways to bypass the restrictions and indirectly kill him.

Not to mention, a single Fiendfyre spell could burn Harry to ashes.

"Nothing is absolutely safe, Severus. You should be well aware of the content of the Prophecy. We must be prepared for the worst!" Dumbledore insisted.

"You think you won't live to see that day, so you're pinning your hopes on that madwoman Trelawney's Prophecy? If you used the Philosopher's Stone, you could live forever."

Snape looked at Dumbledore with disappointment, unable to understand why the greatest White Wizard of the century was placing his hopes on an eleven-year-old child when the Philosopher's Stone was right here, offering eternal life, and Dumbledore had ample time to handle the situation.

"Sometimes, living forever isn't a good thing", Dumbledore moved his gaze from the Mirror of Erised and looked at Snape.

"Besides, I said that's in the worst-case scenario. It might go smoothly." Dumbledore's tone was light, but his furrowed brows never relaxed.

After all, the events of eleven years ago were the best proof of the Prophecy. He couldn't help but believe it, which was why he was eager to cultivate Harry.

"I only hope you remember our agreement", Snape said, his face dark, and then he turned and left the Headmaster's Office.

Even if Dumbledore was unwilling to act, he would do what he could.

For example, warn Quirrell.

Ivan, who had left the Headmaster's Office, was unaware of the conversation that had just taken place.

Not wanting to waste his Academic Points, Ivan used the remaining time to find an excuse to send Harry and the others away. He then went to the Potion Storage Room in the Room of Requirement to brew the Bloodline Fusion Potion.

Despite lacking the most important ingredient, brewing the potion itself required a considerable amount of time, so Ivan could only prepare in advance.

Dry Nettle, Black Hellebore Petals, Mouse Elder, Black Bat Keratin.

Ivan took the potion ingredients he had prepared from the storage cabinet and placed them in the Cauldron according to the steps, then followed the method provided by the System to brew the potion.

Grinding, measuring, stirring.

With his brain's processing speed increased a hundredfold, Ivan's actions were impeccable, as if he had done this many times before. There were no mistakes from start to finish.

Ivan finally understood why, in the Scholar Mode, only a fourth-year Potions level was needed to brew a potion that normally required a sixth-year Potions level. The enhancement was indeed powerful.

A large amount of precious herbs was added to the Cauldron, and the resulting mixture was murky and grayish, with a strong, pungent smell.

But this was within Ivan's expectations. All he needed to do was wait for a while until the potion in the Cauldron turned clear, which would indicate that it was nearly complete.

The final step was to add dragon blood, and it would be done.

[Remaining Time: 00:11:09]

"About thirty minutes", Ivan glanced at the remaining time on the System panel.

The potion brewing process was faster than he had estimated. He had been prepared to spend another hundred Merit Points.

With the remaining eleven minutes, Ivan practiced Transfiguration Spells and Levitation Charms, which didn't require a specific location. Before the time ran out, he had improved his Transfiguration Spell to nearly a fourth-year level, and he left the Room of Requirement satisfied.

Walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, Ivan was debating whether to go to the library or return to the dorm when he unexpectedly saw two familiar figures. Their tongues were several times larger than usual, making it impossible for them to close their mouths.

"George? Fred?" Seeing their comical appearance, Ivan couldn't help but laugh, but then he suddenly remembered the Tongue-Twisting Toffee he had given them at Christmas.

Could this be his fault?

Otherwise, should he run?

(End of Chapter)

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