days at Hogwarts

Chapter 545 Bio-Alchemy
A ball of light was embedded in the depression on the top of the rock wall. Silvery-white light fell evenly from directly above, faintly and with the coolness of the snow on the mountains.

The giant Orr's body lay flat on the ground, his brows still slightly wrinkled. The healing of his bones was itchy and painful, and it was not comfortable. The clothes made of tree bark had been taken off, leaving only a pair of dirty shorts to cover his ugliness. There were hard scars on his body where the blood had cooled and coagulated. The wounds had healed, and the rhino-like skin next to the new tender flesh was a little pinker.

Loren stood on the giant Orr's shoulder, looking down at the head that was bigger than him, and raised his eyebrows.

I didn’t expect that the first biological alchemy could use giants as materials…

He took out a ball of unicorn hair from the pendant and threw it into the air. The unicorn hair was lightly scattered in the air, fluttering in the air, each emitting a milky white glow, and the pure magic power resonated with each other, trembling slightly.

He stretched out his magic wand, and a slender ray of milky white light trembled slightly. It was then absorbed by the tip of the wand and turned into an ink mark of alchemical magic pattern that fell on the giant's brow.

Loren drew a dot on the left side of his chest where the muffled sound kept coming from. From the dot, he drew out a series of complex and curved lines, which almost covered the entire torso. He carved a twisted array base along the veins, with the heart as the center. The pure milky white light began to be stained with blood, and the deep red light was eerie, as if this was another heart of Orr, and the magic power was the flowing blood.

After finishing all this, Loren began to think about which magic patterns to carve, so that the surface of the skin would become thick but not stiff, the muscles would be tough but not rigid, and the joints would need to be flexible and stable...

Gale watched his movements with longing. They represented the wizard's knowledge of alchemy, the almighty magic, and the power to maintain the dominance of mankind... These were forbidden knowledge for all other races.

Watching the wisps of white light transform into alchemical patterns on the huge body, Gale's mind once again reappeared the content of the transaction not long ago. The wizard named Morgan offered a price that could not be refused.

"... Considering that you need strong military force to rule the giant tribe, and in order for our trade to continue for a long time, after all, according to the daily leisure activities of the giant tribe, I am worried that you will be beaten to death by other giants in a short time, so I can give you a little help."

"What help?"

"Power. A tiny bit of power."

"..."

On the other side of the cave, Mir sat on the rock wall with his legs bent, his expression slightly dazed: "Alchemy, magic, human wisdom, how enviable..."

Hermione was standing nearby, staring intently ahead. Without turning her head, she spoke softly, "Giants also have brains and can think. They know how to use clothes to keep out the cold, and they know how to hunt animals and pick plants to get food to survive. Like humans, you are intelligent creatures."

After hearing what the witch said, Mir glanced at the ball of light on top of the rock wall and said, "We are different from humans. Humans can use the power of wisdom to create all kinds of incredible creations, making their tribe stronger and stronger. However, most giants in the tribe are beasts who follow their instincts and give up thinking. They only think about eating and wearing warm clothes. However, after getting a warm cave and sufficient food, they will fight and kill each other."

“Because they have no social concepts.”

"What it is?"

"It's complicated to explain. To put it simply, it can stop the giants from killing each other. After they are well fed and clothed, they will use their energy on other things, making the tribe stronger and stronger." Mir's huge eyes moved, reflecting a bright light for a moment, but soon dimmed. "It's useless. Among the surviving giant tribes, my brothers and sisters who can think and the few old guys who can't survive this winter, even if you put [social concepts] in front of them, they won't even look at them."

Hermione tilted her head and glanced at her. "It's not their fault, because they all grew up in such an environment. They have never learned to think, and they don't realize the importance of thinking. They don't need to think. When they are hungry, they find food to eat. When they are thirsty, they find water to drink. When they are cold, they find a sheltered place to hide. Your strong bodies can defeat most beasts, even magical animals. At least you can climb higher and see where there is water. You can even dig caves with your hands. Over time, you give up the ability to think..."

"So a strong body is a hindrance to us?" Mir's eyes widened. She had always believed that the taller the body, the better. The difficulties they encountered were all caused by their bodies not being tall enough. "Then what should we do? We can't chop off the legs of the tribesmen who can't think with knives and tie up their hands, right?"

"Just teach them your wisdom and thinking. The knowledge that can be passed on is the most powerful thing about human beings."

Mir's shoulders drooped dejectedly, and he let out a long breath: "That giant will never be strong. Those people will never think, just like the two outside. But they can never learn the wizard language. Even the simplest words, even if they are read hundreds of times, will be forgotten after waking up from sleep."

Hermione saw that the unicorn hair scattered in the air was almost exhausted, and realized that the alchemy was about to end. She said softly, "You don't need to teach all the giants to think. If the adult giants now are really unable to be taught, you only need to use powerful force to regulate their behavior, and then concentrate on teaching the young giants. When the adult giants die naturally, there will be fewer and fewer savage giants, and more and more smart giants. Then let the smart giants teach other young giants..."

Gale, who was eavesdropping nearby, had brighter eyes. He looked up at the alchemist Morgan in front of him and asked without thinking, "By then, will we be able to use magic?"

Hermione paused and said hesitantly, "I'm not sure either. Wizards are only a very small minority among the human population."

Gail nodded, thoughtfully.

The last unicorn hair was attached to the tip of the staff, and the array patterns at the heart and brain of the giant were connected to form a protection against soul magic. This was the first time that Loren had carved alchemical array patterns on a living creature, and he was mainly cautious, and did not skimp on the use of unicorn hair, striving to achieve perfection.

It's a pity that we can't cut open the surface and carve the magic pattern directly into his internal organs and bones...

"Ok?"

I can’t think about this anymore. If I continue like this, I will really become a dark wizard.

Loren shook his head and stopped carving.

Orr's skin was as rough as a rhinoceros's, and his muscles were bulging and wriggling like the gnarled roots of an old tree. In the darkness, only tiny dots of light were flickering and floating. Vast and huge magic power poured into the giant's body, as if the vast ocean poured into the rocky mountains. His heart beat like a drum, and every drop of blood seemed to boil, surging through every part of his body. His chest kept rising and falling under the support of his ribs, and his lungs absorbed oxygen from the cave like a vacuum pump...

Every inch of muscle was trembling, faster and faster, until it reached a nearly crazy level that almost broke all the muscles off the bones they were attached to.

Suddenly, the light on the magic pattern dimmed and disappeared under the gray-brown skin, and Orr's body fell silent.

(End of this chapter)