On the second Sunday of August, Erwin received a notice from Esmeralda, asking him to prepare for blood grafting.
"Preparation? How should I prepare?" Erwin asked.
He really didn't know what to do. Master Flamel would not speak to him more than three words a day on average, which resulted in him knowing nothing about the upcoming operation.
"You can maintain a good mood, which should help increase the success rate." Esmeralda gave very sincere advice.
Erwin scratched his head. He felt that the artificial intelligence girl seemed to have become a little smarter. This may be because he had been chatting with her frequently this month.
Human beings basically have social needs to some extent. The only one who can talk to Erwin here is Esmeralda. Sometimes when he can't sleep at night, he will ask this artificial intelligence girl to sing a song or talk.
A joke or something.
What surprised Erwin was that Esmeralda's "singing" was not playing recorded music. She could actually sing, and could sing French country ditties and several period songs with a very pleasant voice.
opera.
This shows that her master has taught her.
Although Esmeralda refused to disclose Master Flamel's life experience, this did not prevent Erwin from imagining what it would be like to live for more than six hundred years.
Nico Flamel used to be very passionate about life, but time has turned him into a decrepit old man trapped in a wheelchair with an eccentric temper. Perhaps this is what is called "wear and tear"?
It seems that for humans, exceeding the upper limit of life span does not bring happiness.
The next day, Erwin was "sufficiently mentally prepared" according to Esmeralda, but he still couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw Master Flamel.
The blood grafting operation was not performed in the alchemy room. That place was a restricted area for Erwin. He and Flamel were in the magic text room, where he first came to undergo physical examination. There was a replica of Long Mian here.
The complex magic text array constructed in the sanctuary can run a variety of programs.
Erwin saw a row of shining lancets and a crucible in which an unknown viscous liquid was being boiled. Before he could take a closer look, Flamel spoke, "Take off all your clothes first, and then go to the platform."
Go up and do whatever I ask you to do later."
Erwin only hesitated for a second, and then obeyed obediently. There was only an old man in front of him, so there was no need to be shy.
But as soon as he stepped onto the platform, a barrier of hard and transparent material immediately rose up. It looked like specially strengthened glass, blocking him from all directions. Although he could still remain calm, Erwin suddenly felt that
I am like an experimental animal locked in a glass box.
Next, a pipe was connected to the huge crucible, and the viscous liquid there was poured in continuously. After more than ten seconds, Erwin was completely submerged.
It was a temperature that ordinary people could not bear, but Erwin felt that it was not a big deal. This should be attributed to the potion Flamel gave him. Although he was completely submerged, he did not feel any sense of suffocation due to these viscous liquids.
It seems to provide oxygen directly to his body.
It's really magical.
"Change into dragon form," Flamel said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver-white baby dragon started flopping in the large glass box filled with liquid.
After completing his transformation, Erwin found that the lancets were already suspended in the air, and the gleaming tips were facing him. Although he knew that Flamel would not harm him, Erwin still couldn't bear the thought in his mind.
Some strange thoughts came to my mind:
Master Lemei...doesn't he want to eat freshly chopped dragon meat hot pot?
"Return to human form." Flamel's emotionless voice came.
The body of the young dragon began to change, and began to transform into the form of a boy. At this time, the magic text around it suddenly lit up.
Then Erwin's transformation stopped, as if the pause button was suddenly pressed, and he remained in a semi-transformed state.
The boy felt as if his consciousness was wrapped in clouds and suspended, making him seem to be looking at his body from a bird's eye view. This was a sign of the soul temporarily leaving the body. Erwin was quite familiar with it.
I also fell into a similar state when I tried to transform into a Norwegian Spinosaurus.
Those lancets suspended in mid-air suddenly turned into lightning, passed through the transparent barrier as if they were nothing, and pierced Erwin's body. In an instant, the blood of the original young dragon spurted out, spreading rapidly, and
The liquid in the entire glass box was dyed silvery white.
Erwin shuddered subconsciously, but did not feel any pain. After all, his soul and body were temporarily separated, but it felt strange to see himself being traumatized to this extent. He already had some phantom pain.
.
However, he soon discovered that those lancets, under the control of Flamel, were performing a very precise work in his body. He was modifying a part of the young dragon's bone marrow into the skeleton of a human teenager.
This is simply...an incredible skill, requiring so much knowledge and precision!
The whole process lasted for more than four hours, and Erwin watched this operation with high concentration, which could be called a medical miracle.
Flamel already looked tired, and the blood of the young dragon that spread was not wasted at all, condensing into the pattern of blood vessels throughout Erwin's body. The difficulty of this project was no worse than before.
Perhaps the only person in this world who has the ability to do this is the person in front of me.
Of course, the so-called alchemy no longer simply refers to the technology of refining gold. Its meaning in the current era is a general term for high-end magic technology.
The operation is over.
The illuminated magic text gradually dimmed, and the effect similar to the time-stopping effect disappeared. Erwin felt that his soul suddenly fell and returned to his body.
Unspeakable pain reverberated throughout his body.
As the suspended transformation continued, his human body naturally contained Flamel's reshaped bloodline, replacing bone marrow with bone marrow, and merging blood with blood.
The two forms are originally in a parallel state, and their respective bloodlines are like two trees that do not interfere with each other. Now the branches of one are grafted onto the other.
This would naturally cause a very serious rejection reaction. At one point, Erwin almost thought he was going to die, but he soon felt that there was something in the viscous liquid surrounding his body that was moving towards him.
The body penetrated and gradually calmed down the turbulent tide in his body.
I don’t know how long it took, but the glass box suddenly shattered, and there was not much viscous liquid left inside. Erwin collapsed among the broken glass, barely able to lift up any strength.
The wheelchair came forward, Erwin reluctantly raised his head, and some inexplicable light could be seen in Flamel's eyes.
"Esmeralda, take him back and let him rest."
A cart rushed in, loaded Erwin on it, and hurried away. Nico Flamel also drove the wheelchair out of the magic text room. After no one was in this room,
Another batch of magic words lit up, and the glass shards and other waste quickly disappeared and were cleaned up.
Erwin lay in bed for three full days. When he regained consciousness, he found that Flamel was actually willing to talk to him.
"If you don't want to cause any catastrophic consequences, you should not try to transform into a dragon for at least a year," Flamel warned him. "In addition, you should not try to use any magic before you spontaneously feel the surge of magic in the past few days.
"
Erwin, of course, accepted the good news, but he also felt a little strange, "Is this the blood grafting completed? Didn't it say that the whole process will take four months?"
"The next time is your postoperative observation period and recovery period."
"I understand." Erwin said he understood.
"Esmeralda told me that you are very interested in runes?" Flamel said suddenly.
Erwin was stunned for a moment, but then nodded, "Yes, I have successfully tried to create several simple magic texts."
Could it be that the old man is interested in talents and is ready to teach me a few tricks? He thought to himself.
"Spells, magic words, and magic potions can be said to be the three pillars of a wizard. It is rare for you to be able to make basic magic items at such an age. I don't mind giving you some advice." Flamel's words made Erwin
I couldn't help but feel joyful in my heart.
This eccentric old guy can be quite cute sometimes.
However, Flamel changed the topic, "But before that, I need to understand your magic writing level, Esmeralda!"
A piece of parchment was sent to Erwin under the control of the artificial intelligence girl. The dense text on it made him feel a little distracted for a moment.
"You finish this test paper first," the old man said.
Half an hour later, Erwin was sitting upright, while Nico Flamel was reading his finished test paper.
"It's really unexpected..."
Erwin's expression moved slightly.
"Unexpectedly bad." Flamel put down the test paper. Although his face was expressionless, he looked at Erwin as if he was looking at some kind of defective product.
Erwin didn't mind either, of course he knew how well he did on this test paper.
"I thought you had some basic understanding of the magic text, but I didn't expect that you just found the corresponding magic text code based on the effect and then copied it." Flamel shook his head, "This is not possible, it shows that you are not familiar with the magic text.
Wen lacks even the most basic understanding.”
Erwin thought to himself that it would be great if I could do this. Most of the Hogwarts students at the same level don't even know a single magic alphabet.
After all, he had only been exposed to magic for more than a year, and during this year he mainly studied the four spells of stealth and researched the art of transformation.
"I can't teach you the most basic things." Flamel continued shaking his head, "It just so happens that you haven't been able to use magic recently. The fourth to sixth bookshelves in the library are all basic books on magic literature. When will you master it completely?
, I will teach you further content when."
Erwin couldn't help but take a deep breath, there were hundreds of large books, and more importantly, the time was very limited, because the master alchemist in front of him only had a few months left to live.
It really takes a lot of effort to get his advice.
Erwin felt that when Dumbledore brought him to see Nico Flamel, he must have hoped that he would learn a thing or two from the old man, and he should not disappoint the headmaster.
So he immediately walked to the library without saying a word.
Behind him, Nico Flamel in a wheelchair looked at him with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.