Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

This year’s Valentine’s Day, Marx was spent with Wynie.

Well, to be exact, this day he spent most of his time with Wynie’s blood sample. As for Wynie himself, he basically did not have the leisure to run around.

This time, the inspection of Wynie was unexpectedly smooth. After a test of the so-called “curse” yesterday, he quickly discovered an abnormality in the blood – which contained an extremely secretive magic power fluctuation.

If it wasn’t for his careful intention to make a small sense this time, even if he was sensitive to the fluctuation of magic power, it would be difficult to see it.

Anyway, it’s always good to find the key so quickly. Because of this discovery, Marx has a more targeted research direction, and Wynie has taken the first step from the family’s genetic “curse”.

It’s already evening, but Marx is still concentrating on the analysis in the research room provided by Wynie father. The blood sample checklist, assisted by various magic test reagents and spells, is placed at his hand, and a large stack of scratch paper in front of him has been filled with symbols and data.

This may be similar to the blood test at muggle hospital. In fact, the detection process for the magic power response analysis of blood samples is much more confusing.

In fact, this is also a matter of course. After all, magic is usually something on the Spiritual Plane, and light can’t find anything strange from physical detection.

At this point, the blood sample in the test tube has long become a strange viscous substance with various fluorescent particles. Each of these color particles corresponds to a targeted reagent detection, which is a messy magic power fluctuation, fearing that even the most advanced alchemy instruments may not be fully resolved.

But Marx relies on his own ability to refine the sense of magic power fluctuations to an astonishing degree. If he is far away, perhaps he can’t compare with those alchemy props, but he can make his ability to the extreme at a close distance. It can be said that it is suitable for research.

But even so, if you want to study the “bloodline curse” that is only reflected in the blood, it is impossible to draw valuable conclusions based on the data.

“… At first I thought I found something unreasonable, but now it seems that this thing has nothing to do with the monumental monument and the ancient mirror.”

He sat in front of the desk in the middle of the lab, using a quip’s nib to gently lie on the draft paper, with a sneak peek in his bloodshot eyes.

In fact, when he first sensed the hidden volatility in the blood, the sense of familiarity became unusually strong. At that time, he almost certainly made a conjecture – this curse should have some unknown connection with the enchanted monument and the ancient mirror.

Yes, looking back, all three are things that can trigger terrifying disasters, which gives another powerful side evidence.

It took him more than half a day to compare and verify, but he was helplessly discovering the fact that the three seem to have no connection at all, from the magical nature to the manifested utility, it can only be said that it seems to be There are similarities, but in reality they are completely different.

“Is this a waste of time?”

Marx threw the quill in his hand into the ink bottle, and the whole man leaned hard on the back of the cushioned chair, pinching his forehead to ease the feeling of exhaustion.

In fact, he has had a considerable understanding of the monument to the enchantment and the ancient mirror. What the former manifests is the attachment to the soul and the influence of erosion. The final purpose is to completely control the soul. The latter, however, is a dry and crunchy sucking and whale swallowing, and a sinister evil is put from beginning to end. The posture.

As for the bloodline curse on Wynie, the effect of the last time playing under the ground seems to be some kind of effect that affects the wisdom of others. If you have a comparison, it may be more similar to Confundus Charm than the confusing monument and the ancient mirror.

Of course, in terms of strength and range, the two are not an order of magnitude!

“No wonder Mr. Blois is looking for someone to make a bloodline transformation for Wynie,” Marx picked up the checklist next to him and shook it gently, making a hua la light sound. “But before you find the real reason, just rely on the bloodline transformation. It may not be possible to get a positive result…”

Even if a wizard’s bloodline transformation technology is stronger, the process of transformation will also contain unpredictable dangers. This is a magical study of risks and opportunities. In the modern magic circle, the transformation of the biological bloodline has long been banned by the International Federation of Wizards, and it is for this reason.

In history, Merlin is a very famous bloodline transformation master, but in his glorious life, not because of many failed transformations left an indelible stain?

For the bloodline transformation on Wynie, Marx didn’t dare to take risks. For him, this was completely different from the act of Acromantula Aragog.

Even Marx may not have a high level of ethical bottom line, but there are enough reasons for him to be cautious in the emotions he knows about Wynie.

He thought for a moment and finally shook his head and stood up to bypass a few test tables filled with test tubes, flasks and cauldron, and slowly went to the door.

After a long period of research, he did not have much breakthrough progress, he decided to go out and take a step, and he would have been cleaned up by a lot of data and theory to solidify the thinking.

When he pushed open the laboratory door, a dazzling sunset shrouded his body from the window in the opposite corridor, causing his tight nerves to relax.

“Mr. MrLorne, are you out? Do you need some snacks and tea first?”

Yes, Wynie’s father took Marx very thoughtfully, and even equipped him with two maids, which is already a degree of rice to reach out. In fact, if Marx refused once, Mr. Blois would have to double his manpower.

“No, no.” Marx smiled and shook his head at one of the maids standing by the door. “I said, you don’t have to stand here for a long time. Wouldn’t it be good to go in for a while?”

“No, how can this be done.” The other party immediately said seriously, “Patriarch has told me that no one can bother you when you conduct research – just like the Lian Family Lord himself, our mission is to How can you make mistakes by blocking all the interference factors for you?”

“In fact, my anti-jamming ability has always been good,” Marx said with a smile. “Go! What should you do? I won’t be embarrassed for you… Now, take me to your lady!” By the way, you can take a step.”

“Okay, sir.” The two maids echoed in unison.

The overall space of this laboratory in Blois Fort is not small. The place where Marx stayed was just one of that’s all. This laboratory is located at the innermost side of the south side of Blois Fort. From the corridor is the main square in the center of the castle. At this time, the sunset is very bright.

The tower where Wynie lives is located on the other side of the square opposite the slant, not far from it. Uh… I mean – if you don’t calculate the width of the square.

As a castle made up of four sides of the building, the central castle square is surprisingly wide, and it is a big one to take here as a Quiddich stadium.

Marx walked behind the empty square in the back, bathed in the warmth of the micro-strip, and couldn’t help but feel a good moment. He walked away and followed the maid who led the way to Wynie’s tower.

“Mr. MrLorne, are you looking for a lady?”

Not yet entering the gate at the bottom of the tower, Marx was stopped by a guard at the gate.

“Yes,” Marx paused and thought. “Is Wynie, she is not here?”

The other person is hearing this, even if nodded: “Yes, Miss went to the greenhouse, if the gentleman wants to find her, you can go there and have a look.”

“Greenhouse?” Marx wondered. “I remember, when I came over a few years ago, there was no greenhouse here?”

As he has noticed, the Blois Fort in the past has no greenhouses, which was what Mr. Blois had to transform from his own daughter’s hobby last year.

“Oh, yes,” the guard replied. “It was just built last year.”

“Sir, if you want to go to the greenhouse, please go here -” the maid around Marx reacted quickly and immediately whispered after discovering that Marx had mostly passed.

“Well, trouble to take the road.”

After the rushing guard nodded gestured, he led the maid to the southeast of the square.

The greenhouse is naturally recognizable. Not long after, Marx has already seen a curved shed made up of transparent partitions, which is a lush and green, which can be seen from the outside.

In the middle of the greenhouse, a small silhouette with long hair in silver white, standing at the table seems to be changing basins for several plants. She had a small shovel in her hand and skillfully flipped the soil, although the side of the face was still expressionless, but Marx could feel that her interest was very high.

Speaking of it, Marx stayed at home and it seemed to make her feel quite happy. She has never been with her friends since she was a child, but now she has Marx. This kind of peace of mind is something she has never experienced so far.

“Wynie?”

Marx pushed the door of the greenhouse and shouted.