The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 205 Unexpected Discovery
"Are you the wizard who said he could relieve our pain?" Ryan was looking for furniture in a corridor decorated with paintings and sculptures when a female voice suddenly came from above his head.

"Well, if there's no other wizard in the castle, then it should be me." Ryan answered while looking up in the direction of the voice, and found a white feather duster like a bird flying in the air.

It seems that the witch who cast the curse was quite creative. At least he would never have thought of turning the feather duster into a bird. Thinking of this, Ryan quickly pulled his thoughts back and said, "In fact, we have just researched the mitigation magic, but now we need someone to help test the effect."

"Then please experiment on me." The feather duster flew in front of Ryan and said, "I feel my body getting stiffer and stiffer, and I feel like I'm about to fall from the sky."

"Well, unfortunately this magic is not mature yet, I hope you can forgive me." Ryan took out his magic wand and drew silver runes in the air. At the same time, before these runes dissipated, he chanted in ancient Viking language: "Curse relief."

As the last syllable fell, the runes in the air turned into silver dots of light and sank into the feather duster in front of him. The feather duster paused for a moment and then fell to the ground with a snap.

My spell should be fine, Ryan thought, sweating. Fortunately, the feather duster flapped its wings and flew up again, and it seemed more flexible than before.

"Ah, I can feel a lot lighter, thank you so much. Wait a moment, I'll call your companions over for you." After saying that, the feather duster flew away along the corridor.

Soon, a large pile of furniture gathered in the corridor, and the chaos made Ryan a little flustered. Fortunately, the candlestick butler was very prestigious. He took Ryan to the hall and then lined up all the furniture to receive Ryan's treatment one by one.

After easing the curse on seven or eight pieces of furniture, Hermione came downstairs and joined the busy work.

"I saw you were having a good chat with Belle, why did you come here?" Ryan asked curiously.

"I just thought you might be busy so I wanted to help you. Besides, Bell is going to look for the beast. I have to give them some private space."

They worked until the sun went down, releasing spells to soften the curse on hundreds of pieces of furniture in the castle. When everything was over, Ryan found that both he and Hermione had lost their voices.

"I'm really sorry, so please have some throat-soothing drinks we have prepared." After performing the magic, Ryan and his friends came to the restaurant. They arrived early and there was no one at the table.

As soon as they sat down at the table, the candlestick butler sent a cup of mint tea. While they were drinking tea, Belle and the Beast walked into the restaurant discussing the contents of the book.

"Oh, two new guests. I was really rude for not thanking you in person before. Well, let's eat now." After saying that, the beast sat in his main seat and looked at Ryan and the others. When he turned his eyes to Hermione's face, he was suddenly a little surprised. After all, he didn't look at Ryan and the others carefully before. So he was naturally a little surprised to see a girl who looked very similar to Belle at this time.

"If I didn't know you came from far away, I would have thought she was Belle's sister." After saying that, the Beast smiled and livened up the atmosphere at the table.

"We are actually quite like sisters. Apart from our looks, we are almost identical in that we love reading." Belle raised her eyebrows and said. Ryan thought this made sense, especially since they both read a book next to each other while eating. It felt like the will of the universe created this coincidence.

Of course, it was a bit inelegant to see the beast with his face buried in the soup bowl, half of his face covered with borscht, but I had to admit that the servants in this castle were not inferior to the house elves in Hogwarts in cooking.

After returning to the guest room, Ryan and his partner studied the strange runes for a while and then went to sleep. As a result, the man was woken up by Hermione knocking on the door in the early morning the next day.

"What happened this time? I'm sure I'll have a nervous breakdown if this happens every day." Ryan quickly packed up and opened the door, only to find Hermione standing outside, but her face was full of panic, giving people the feeling that she was about to cry at the next moment.

"What happened? You look upset." Ryan walked to the table in the living room, took a set of tea from the colorful porcelain plate on the table, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of black tea and placed it across the table, then extended his hand to signal Hermione to sit down. "Don't be nervous, drink some tea and talk slowly."

Hermione sat down, holding the teacup in front of her chest with both hands. After calming down, she said in a slightly trembling voice, "This morning I suddenly found that I could control my own blood, and then a lot of knowledge about blood magic flooded into my mind. Am I possessed by the blood god in the temple?"

After she finished speaking, she was worried that Ryan would not believe her, so she bit a wound on her finger. Sure enough, a drop of blood floated in the air and then swirled around her finger. "You see, that's it. I don't need any magic, I can control my blood with just my heart."

It seems that this is the last gift given to them by the souls killed by the Blood God. Thinking of this, Ryan also cut a cut on his finger.

Sure enough, after a drop of blood rolled out, Ryan found that there were a lot of blood-related magic in his mind. Soon, Ryan was able to make the drop of blood circle around his finger.

"What is going on?" Hermione asked in surprise, looking at the scene in front of her with wide eyes.

"This is a magical gift, a gift that can be hidden in the blood and passed down." After saying that, Ryan roughly explained the love-hate relationship between the victims in the temple and the Blood God, and how he obtained the gift after avenging them.

Finally, he concluded, "Those two drops of blood actually only record a portion of the knowledge related to the Blood God. What is truly valuable is the power given to us by the hundreds of thousands of liberated souls using magic. Because they are related to the Blood God, this power is naturally related to controlling blood, giving us a spell-like ability, just like the abilities of many magical animals."

"The most powerful aspect of this gift is that the overall strength of the giver has exceeded a certain limit. Therefore, this power is imprinted in our blood and can be passed down from generation to generation with the power of the bloodline."

"Wait, you mean passed down from generation to generation?" Hermione suddenly realized. "Why is this so similar to what pure-blood wizards do?"

(End of this chapter)