The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

Chapter 338 Soul Steel

"Promise me, kid, please never be as childish as me."

Gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the saint spoke very solemnly.

"I might have been that naive before, but I definitely won't be now."

Astoria recalled the ugly faces of other families when she and her sister were in decline, and she couldn't help but clenched her fists angrily.

"Your noble character has passed my test. Now, I will fulfill my promise and teach you the formula of that metal."

The saint stood up, stretched out her fingers, and gently touched Astoria's forehead.

A lot of knowledge that did not belong to him suddenly flooded into his mind, and those complicated ratios and refining methods made Astoria slightly dizzy.

"Can this kind of thing actually extend life?"

Astoria began to decipher the knowledge that was stuffed into her brain, and then she screamed in surprise.

"Yes, but the uses of soul steel go far beyond this. I have foreseen that in the future, this metal will be used in a place that is more suitable for its role."

The saint smiled and nodded.

"Child, there is actually no God in this world. All you can rely on is yourself and your real relatives."

After a moment of silence, the saint in nun's uniform suddenly spoke.

"You are a saint, shouldn't you believe in God?"

Astoria asked in great surprise.

"I used to believe in God, but the God we believed in has long since left, and those sacred lights are just the remains of God. The Pope from a thousand years ago integrated the remains of God with me, and I was able to cross over. Thousands of years of time will give you this precious knowledge."

The saint nodded calmly.

"You seem to be a person with stories. I can now imagine a very poignant love story."

Astoria bowed to the saint very solemnly.

"That is indeed a very poignant story, so I also want to tell you that most men who are willing to invent are very dedicated and persistent. Don't hurt his heart."

The saint sighed again, and then suddenly said seriously:

"There is something very difficult lurking in your body. I just consumed a lot of sacred energy and successfully suppressed it with the help of another high-ranking being. Strength and sacrifice have always coexisted. The more power you use, the more difficult it is." If you have more, your nightmare will become stronger and stronger."

"Then what should I do"?

Astoria composed herself and then asked calmly.

This situation is indeed becoming more and more frequent. Astoria sometimes even wants to get angry for no reason when she is annoyed by others, and occasionally she will find that her golden pupils are open when she wakes up in the middle of the night. state.

Astoria, who already knew some basic knowledge about dragons, understood that this was a sign that her bloodline was slightly out of control, so she who would occasionally practice using the word spirit began to suppress her power.

However, after each necessary use of the Word Spirit, these symptoms become more and more intense.

My time may be running out...

"From now on, avoid using any bloodline abilities, even control the color of your eyes, and never have any violent negative mood swings. The existence that lives in your body seems to particularly like human fear. You The greater the fear, the greater His power."

"That being is very strong. Even if I control the remains of God, I can't compete with it, so please be careful."

The saint looked at the girl very worriedly, as if praying for her uncertain future.

"Thank you, Miss Saint."

Gu YanAstoria said softly.

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"Rehydration"!

The needle pierced the girl's arm, and the prepared crystalloid slowly flowed into the blood vessels and began to fill the vacancy in the blood.

In the coming period, the girl's liver will continue to release blood, and the yellow bone marrow will redden and form blood again to make up for the lost blood cells.

"What to do with the blood"?

Dumbledore pointed to the blood ball floating in the air with a solemn expression.

"The blood started to turn black an hour after it left the body, and her physical condition is not optimistic now."

Zhang Qi looked at the blood that had turned into cola, and his eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot.

"Principal Dumbledore, please use strong fire to dispose of this blood, leaving no trace behind."

As Zhang Qi spoke, he used an alchemy knife to cut open the girl's clothes on her back, revealing the skin underneath and the "stigma" on the skin.

"The constraint matrix was hit by energy and was slightly damaged, but it is still within the scope of my repair."

Zhang Qi's fingers gently touched the girl's suet-like skin, and the slightly rough lines on the stigmata became smooth and concise again, and then a red light lit up.

"The self-examination is normal. She still needs to take some medicine to keep her bloodline stable, but it should be nothing serious."

Zhang Qi took out the refrigerated restraint serum from the bottom of the small box. This was purified from his blood by Shenzhou 406. It can stabilize Astoria's bloodline for a long time.

"Is there anything else I can do to help?"

The blue flames ejected from the tip of the Elder Wand gradually stopped, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt protein.

"All we can do now is wait and sort out the information we know now."

Zhang Qi had just completed the lumbar injection, then pulled out the needle and pressed the needle hole tightly with cotton wool and gauze.

"First of all, who closed the purification circle in the Vatican?"

Zhang Qi held back his anger and asked.

"It's a colleague of mine. He's dead. He's hanging on one of the Pope's tentacles."

Anderson said with a ferocious expression.

"That seems to be the Pope's business. The Pope must have planned for a long time in advance before taking this opportunity to perform the blood sacrifice."

Zhang Qi frowned, and kept tapping his knee with his right hand that was not holding the cotton wool.

"Second question, why did these disgusting monsters only attack the hotel where I live, but not the castle where the students of Ifamoni School live? You know, these monsters will be attracted to fresh flesh and blood. Logically speaking, They should be attracted to places with lots of people."

Zhang Qi frowned and said slowly.

"The clothes that Miss Greengrass and I are wearing are all specially made, which can completely block the breath brought by the bloodline, but those monsters still chose to attack us, which makes me feel very strange."

"You mean, there's a mole inside the Ifamoni School in the United States"?

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and asked with a frown.