When Char's flesh and blood was sent into the mouth of the voodoo doll, the doll, which had been on the verge of disappearing, suddenly widened its eyes. This flesh and blood contained unimaginable vitality. Is this for me? it seemed to think. How could Char, the guy who exploited me so madly, be so kind?
But before the voodoo doll could recover, it instinctively sucked the flesh and blood greedily. The cursed creature, which had mostly dissipated, leaving only its head, actually began to slowly complete itself in the process of devouring his flesh and blood. Not only did its body recover at an extremely fast speed, but even the body originally made of cloth and paper began to have the texture of flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, the voodoo doll actually turned into a miniature doll made of flesh and blood. But compared to before, though it was flesh and blood, it exuded an even more eerie feeling. Its body was an inhuman pale color all over, and a cursed magic power much stronger than before was wrapped around it. It looked like a "ghost baby."
But at this time, the voodoo doll seemed particularly affectionate towards Char. After a playful laugh, it got into his clothes. Disappearing along with it were the flesh and blood that he had given it. Only he could hear the crunching sound of chewing next to his ears. This was a scene that would make an ordinary person shudder, but there was no change on Char's face. The voodoo doll had just eaten the amount of a finger. The pile of "snacks" he had given it today was enough to last for a while. He could still afford this amount of food.
Compared with the consumption of the voodoo doll, the benefits it brought to him were quite worthwhile. For example, under the influence of its curse magic, his curse, which had fallen below the diamond level due to the damage to the jewels, had climbed back to the diamond level again. And as the curse power of the voodoo doll continued to grow, it was foreseeable that it wouldn't be long before the strength of his Bat-Bogey Hex would even surpass that of when he had possessed many cursed jewels. Sensing the growing curse power on the doll, a strange look appeared in his eyes. "Although it's still far less than the total amount of cursed jewels I had before, it's no longer comparable to a single piece of cursed jewelry. I've only eaten one finger. If I keep eating... twenty, thirty—this voodoo doll might even become a unique cursed object in the wizarding world. Give it enough time, and perhaps one day, it won't be impossible to call it the Lord of Curses."
He nodded in satisfaction. Paying some flesh and blood which meant nothing to him, in exchange for a very powerful means... this exchange was still worthwhile.
Immediately, his attention was focused on this final harvest: the unfinished paper that Quirrell had passed into his mind. Earlier, he had only had time to glance at the title, but he had already sensed Quirrell's huge ambition in this paper. At this moment, he looked more carefully. After a long time, when he came to his senses, his eyes couldn't help but flash with amazement.
Quirrell had really come up with a bold idea. He believed that if troll priests really existed, it would be enough to prove that trolls were indeed the descendants of the Titans. Theoretically, every giant troll had more or less Titan blood flowing in its body. Then, they all had the possibility of reverting to their ancestors and becoming Titans. If it were possible to select giants from generation to generation, those with the highest blood concentration would be chosen for breeding. Perhaps the concentration of the Titan's bloodline could be increased little by little. At the very least, it could greatly increase the possibility of the appearance of the troll priest. Even pure Titan blood could be purified through a large amount of blood.
If it were just this, it would still be within the scope of academic research. But Quirrell's subsequent ideas were a bit shocking. He believed that once the pure blood of the Titan was purified, it should be popularized among wizards. In this way, those annoying idiots could finally be eliminated. Without those fools holding them back, the wizards would be great again.
Seeing the "grand ambition" revealed in Quirrell's paper, Char felt a pang of regret in his heart. Originally, he had thought that Quirrell was just unlucky and had been too confident in searching for Voldemort's soul, and had been instantly controlled. That's why it had ended up like this. But now it seemed that even in a different timeline, even if Quirrell hadn't met Voldemort, if he had started this Titan atavism experiment according to his idea, any achievement would probably have caused a stir in the magic world. Dying in Azkaban would probably be his best outcome. Success was due to talent, and failure was also due to talent.
He shook his head slightly, suppressing his emotion. Although he did not approve of Quirrell's ambition, he was still interested in his proposal to improve the troll bloodline. After all, he had seen Sirius's strength. The power of ancient magic was so great that if he didn't have extremely strong resistance, he would have been unable to match it. In a sense, Sirius was even stronger than the elite Auror transformed into a Quintaped. He not only inherited the bloodline of the God of Fire, but also possessed an outstanding talent in alchemy. If only there could be more such beings, for Char, the benefits would also be enormous. It was just that most of the solutions proposed by Quirrell took too long. For example, increasing blood concentration from generation to generation... he was afraid it would take decades before they saw any results. With that kind of effort, he could have achieved unimaginable levels through tree planting.
There was an idea that made him look thoughtful. This was an idea that Quirrell had come up with after conducting in-depth research on the habits of trolls. He believed that trolls generally had a very strong liking for gillyweed. This might be due to the properties of the gillyweed that could be used to make memory potions. This characteristic allowed the giant trolls to obtain some inherited memories from their bloodline in a very weak way and activate their bloodline slightly. However, the effect of ordinary gillyweed was too weak, even if you ate a mountain of it. He was afraid it would have little effect on activating the Titan's bloodline. But if they could select excellent varieties from the gillyweed, or find a more effective substitute, this might have some feasibility.
His eyes flickered. Lost in thought about the gillyweed? He had never thought that the trolls' hobby for it might have this possibility. Quirrell's guess gave him some inspiration. For him, this might be the most feasible option. However, the difficulties were also obvious. They needed to improve the varieties of gillyweed and greatly enhance their effectiveness. This was also an extremely difficult subject. If he wanted to obtain a small number of such plants, there were still some methods. Just like in the agricultural laboratory in his previous life, under certain conditions, some plants could be improved in small batches regardless of cost. But the gap between the laboratory and mass and stable cultivation was huge. The same principle applied to improving the gillyweed variety. For example, he could take advantage of Demeter's blessing. It had upgraded some of the seeds of the gillyweed to the bronze level. But if he wanted to reach the level of activating the Titan bloodline in the giants, the amount required was by no means small. Even if he used up all his blessings, it would still be a drop in the bucket. To truly solve this problem, what was needed was a stable, efficient, and repeatable method for variety improvement.
Thinking of this, he also took a deep breath. "It's not just about trying out the ideas in Quirrell's paper. I need to develop this method of variety improvement. This also relates to my own magical improvement. My magical talent is still too low. The magical herbs Margarita and Chlorophytum comosum, which are supposed to increase my magical power and perception respectively, are becoming less and less effective for me. I harvested so many rounds of gillyweed and put in so much effort that I finally raised my magic perception to the platinum level. I want to continue to improve it to the diamond level. With the Black Iron-level reward light balls, the number will probably increase by dozens or even hundreds of times. To reach the epic level, I don't know how much it will take. But if we can improve the variety of the gillyweed, its reward level will reach the bronze level. The number of bonus light balls required can be greatly reduced immediately. The sooner I master this method, the greater the benefits for me."
He pondered deeply. His attempts so far flashed through his mind: using the Levitation Charm to try to find better traits in the Margarita plant, researching the flesh and blood transformation of dark magic transfiguration, hoping to use this method to artificially transform some seeds that could be cultivated in large quantities, and the directed induction of curse science. It also included that every time after the plants were harvested, the seeds of those with excellent traits would be selected for the next planting for manual screening. He currently had a lot of ideas, but no matter which route he took, it seemed that it would not be achieved overnight. It would take a lot of time and energy and require a lot of trial and error. Was there any way to shorten the time required for trial and error?
After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly smiled. He couldn't help but shake his head and let out a sigh. "Too many shortcuts. I forgot that there aren't that many shortcuts in this world. Especially in the field of agronomy, no matter how talented you are, you still have to work hard and farm. In my previous life, even geniuses like Elder Yuan had to work tirelessly to improve plant varieties. What about me? There aren't that many quick fixes. The only way is to start as early as possible. The sooner you start, the sooner you finish. The method is found through hard work."
His eyes brightened. His gaze fell on the fields in the small greenhouse, which hadn't been taken care of for a long time and were a bit messy. First, he would tidy up the greenhouse and then plan the direction of his subsequent research. Immediately, he remained calm. Waving his wand, he carefully and conscientiously cleaned the land and trimmed the branches of the plants. And with a wave of his wand, the two planting spells, the Loosening Soil Spell and the Pruning Spell, were both flashing on the system panel. With the blessing of [Demeter's Skill], they had all reached the diamond level. The feeling that casting the spells brought to him at this moment was also extremely delicate. As his wand flew, he already had some of Professor Sprout's style. He had originally thought it was a nearly perfect operation, but now, he could go even further. As he cast the spells, the plants in the small greenhouse seemed to exude an increasingly cheerful and vibrant feeling. There was also joy in his eyes. He immersed himself in the long-lost planting.
During this period, he had experienced countless thrilling and bizarre things. The ripples stirred in his heart were all on this land, being polished and calmed bit by bit. He felt relieved. Just like the thick black soil, it was down-to-earth and slowly nourished the harvest.
It was getting dark. Professor Sprout walked hurriedly towards the small greenhouse. When she saw him busy working, her eyes were full of helplessness. "This child... I just woke up not long ago, and I'm already busy in the greenhouse. I don't even know if my body has recovered." But then, watching his wand flying as he patiently performed one planting spell after another, she also felt quite pleased. She hadn't seen him for a while, and his foundation in herbology had improved significantly more than she had imagined. This surprised her quite a bit. After all, an herbalist might not need a strong foundation to achieve some results through creative ideas. For example, Char, through various creative ideas and coincidences, had cultivated several mutant plants. For top journals, it was enough to publish five or six articles. But at her level, the more you understood, the more you would understand. If you wanted to continue to climb in the realm of masters, without a solid foundation, it was really too difficult. Those truly difficult topics, such as the cultivation of ancient plants, each step required an abnormal level of basic knowledge in herbology. Sometimes, if the Loosening Soil Spell was a little off or the Pruning Spell was a little off, no matter how thorough the other preparations were, they would be wasted. To lay a solid foundation, the most important thing was when you first came into contact with herbology. Otherwise, as you got older, on the one hand, various habits would have already been established and you wouldn't even be aware of them, so it would be very difficult to change them. On the other hand, except for a small number of wizards, the magic strength and perception of most would decline with age. The delicate operations that you could perform when you were young might become difficult when you were older. The golden period for producing results was actually not that long. If you had to go back to make up for the basics at the age when you should be producing results, it was definitely a luxury and a waste.
That's why, upon seeing his now solid foundation in herbology, she was even more surprised than seeing him cultivate new mutant plants. You know, even she had only had this foundation when she was in her fifth year. However, by the end of his first year, he had already achieved such attainments. If he continued this development, his progress in herbology might reach a level that even she would admire.
But after a moment of emotion, she still seized an opportunity and gently woke him up as he was immersed in his work. "Char, put the work aside for now. There is something very important tonight."
Hearing this, he was stunned at first, then he reacted. Judging by the time, Harry should be awake by now. So this so-called important event tonight was the "House Cup?!"
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