Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Three gallons and a bottle of blood?

　　 Ivan's words resounded in the hall, and the werewolf wizards whose eyes were full of suspicion were moved.

　　 Although there are not many three Kalong, it is still very impressive for them.

　　 You must know that there are very few wizards in Knock Down Alley who are willing to let them and werewolves work. Even if they are recruited, the salary is pitiful, only a few gallons a month.

　　 Now as long as a little blood is released, they can earn more than half a month's salary. They are naturally very excited, and even Fren begins to hesitate.

　　 Seeing that Ivan, the little wizard who had just defeated him, was about to use a few gold gallons to buy their blood, Walker was very angry, feeling that the dignity of their werewolf wizard was offended.

　　 "Enough! No one here will sell you blood!" Walker stood up and pointed at Ivan with his wand.

　　 Ivan didn't pay attention to his meaning at all, but spoke loudly.

　　 "Four gallons and a bottle!"

　　 Following Ivan’s words, the werewolf wizards in the hall became more emotional, but no one chose to speak out.

　　 Walker heaved a sigh of relief when he noticed this, and turned to look at Ivan triumphantly, wanting to tell the little wizard that although they are poor, they are dignified!

　　 However, Walker didn’t know, no one spoke, just hoping that Ivan would continue to increase the price...

　　 For them, their dignity and bloodliness have been consumed in so many years of exclusion and discrimination. At most, there are still some insurmountable bottom lines...

　　 Ivan also knew this, so instead of continuing to increase the price, he added a restriction.

　　 "I only need five bottles of blood!"

　　 The next moment, the werewolf wizards who had been silent suddenly couldn't sit still, put down the bread and porridge in their hands, and leaned over here.

　　 "Five bottles of blood, 20 gallons in total, I can give it to you!"

　　 "With my blood, they are too old, mine is more energetic!"

　　 "It's only five bottles, which is too little. Are you sure it's enough for research? Don't you need more? We can also draw out one hundred or eighty bottles..."

　　......

　　 Walker stared blankly at the werewolf wizards who lifted up their sleeves and were ready for bloodletting, as if something was broken in their hearts...

　　 suddenly turned his head to look at Ivan. Walker thought the other person would look at him mockingly, and even made a few sarcasm.

　　 However, Ivan didn't even look at him at all, but instead persuaded the eager werewolf wizards.

　　 "Don't worry, everyone has a share for everyone!"

　　 Walker, who felt that he was being ignored, turned red and white, and finally ran into the yard with anger...

　　 Ivan ignored him at all. This bear kid just lacks social beatings, and he will behave if he is hungry for a few days...

Waving the magic wand, the cups on the table began to be distorted and turned into a few large beakers... Ivan was very accurate, and each beaker could hold 600 ml of werewolves. blood.

　　This amount of bloodletting does not affect their daily work, and more of it may cause some discomfort.

　　 After all, Ivan is not a devil, he still cares about these blood banks.. Bah, I am very considerate of these werewolf wizards, if it is not enough, I will come back later.

　　According to Ivan's estimation, the blood is enough to make more than 30 bottles of wolf poison potion, whether it is distributed as a sample or sold in the early stage.

　　 Such a big bottle? The werewolf wizards looked at the large beaker on the table, and suddenly no one said anything like one-person all-inclusive. Except for Walker, there were exactly five werewolf wizards present, one by one honestly letting out their blood.

　　 At the beginning, Ivan also planned to deform a few needles to help draw blood. Who knew that these werewolf wizards were more irritable than the other, and directly cut their wrists and let out blood!

　　 Fren saw this situation, sighed, rolled his sleeves and joined the bloodletting ranks, four gallons are quite a lot...

　　 Scarlet blood ran down from the wrist and poured into the beaker.

　　 Ivan once again saw the superior recovery ability of the werewolf wizards, especially Fren. After cutting his wrist, the blood had stopped before the beaker was filled with blood. Fren had to frown and cut again.

　　 Ivan suddenly felt that he had underestimated the blood recovery speed of the werewolves. He had known that he should get a bigger bottle.

Before long, the five beakers were filled with blood. A group of werewolf wizards looked at Ivan eagerly, waiting for him to pay the agreed Jin Jialong, and even asked if they wanted more wolf blood. !

　　 Ivan did not let them down, took out twenty Jin Jialong from the wizard robe, put it on the table, and reminded by the way.

"After the blood draw, you'd better eat more nutritious things during this period. The bread and porridge are not filling your stomach and it is not conducive to recovery. If you have the conditions, it is better to buy some cheap tonics...or to Buy some red dates at the Muggle market and eat them..."

　　 After taking over Jin Jialong, the werewolf wizards who were originally eager to sell blood were a little moved when they heard Ivan's words of sincere concern.

　　 Because of their special identities, almost no normal wizards are willing to approach them, let alone care about them, usually they can only hug each other to keep warm.

　　 After the mood turned positive, Ivan's affinity talent gradually began to play a role. Until he left, the relationship between the two parties had eased a lot.

　　 at least not as full of vigilance and alert as it was at the beginning...

　　 Ivan is very satisfied with this~www.ltnovel.com~ Once the wolf's poison potion needs to be produced in large quantities, these werewolf wizards are excellent blood banks. Naturally, this relationship should not be too stiff.

　　 Until the evening, Ivan finally left with five bottles of werewolf blood.

　　 On the road, Ivan, who was passing by the abandoned street, stopped suddenly, and Dougt held his wand, his eyes full of playfulness.

　　 As far as his eyes can reach, at the end of the street, a thin figure is standing there. It is Walker who ran out because of anger.

　　 "What's the matter? Or are you still going to compete with me?" Ivan asked puzzledly.

"If the two of you hadn't worked on me together, I wouldn't have lost!" Walker said angrily. His memory still lingered at the moment he turned into a wolf, so he didn't know that Ivan had blown it up with a spell. The thing about the stone wall.

　　 Ivan raised his eyebrows inconspicuously, but at this moment, he was surprised to find that Walker's condition was a little wrong, his face was pale and scary, and his lips were not even bloody.

　　 Could it be that I came to touch porcelain?

All sorts of thoughts flashed in Ivan's mind. When he was puzzled, he saw Walker suddenly threw two bottle-like objects over. Ivan subconsciously took it and found that the bottle was filled with blood. He was surprised. Looking at each other...

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