After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

Back in the alchemy room, McGonagall reached out and poured out all the semi-finished potions that had been in the crucible.

With a flick of the wand, a magical fire three times stronger than before erupted, illuminating the entire stone chamber in a fiery red.

"Place the materials in order."

McGonagall's voice turned serious, and her wand moved slowly through the air.

"First add the gray wolf heart, then the rock spider molt fragments, and finally the firefly blood. Be slow and don't spill it."

Greenlido immediately did as he was told, throwing the frozen wolf heart into the crucible. It melted instantly upon contact with the heat, and the potion turned into a murky gray, bubbling liquid.

He carefully sprinkled the rock spider shavings into the potion, and it instantly turned milky white.

Finally, he uncorked the bottle and poured in all the crimson bird blood that looked like flowing flames.

"boom--"

A half-meter-high fiery red flame instantly shot up from the crucible, and the temperature of the entire alchemy room rose sharply.

Grindelwald felt like his hair was about to be roasted and couldn't help but take a half step back.

"Stand still!"

McGonagall gave a low shout, and his wand began to move rapidly. One after another, mysterious runes with a faint golden glow floated out from the tip of the wand and fell into the cauldron.

These runes look complex and exquisite, each stroke carrying a strange rhythm.

Greedo felt his head throb and his mental energy tremble after just one glance.

These runes were not something that Mag or any wizard figured out on their own.

This is an introductory rune that Lin Ze simplified in the core of the demiplane, combining alchemical runes with some fantasy elements from reality.

It had long ago been implanted into the minds of all the local wizards of the Western Continent through the Heavenly Dao.

They were made to believe that this was the result of their research in ancient scrolls.

They thought they were pioneering a path of magic, but in reality, every step they took was on a track laid out by Lin Ze.

McGonagall's forehead was beaded with sweat. He was a second-tier wizard, and refining a first-tier bloodline potion was not a difficult task for him.

But today he wanted to refine a high-grade bottle, so that this suitable servant wouldn't die right after awakening, so he was extra careful.

"Merge!"

A crimson rune fell, and the previously boiling and turbulent potion instantly calmed down.

The red blood, white powder, and gray medicine began to slowly blend together, no longer repelling each other.

"Purify!"

As the second rune fell, streams of black impurities emerged from the potion.

The black smoke from the demonic fire drifted out through the ventilation ducts, and the color of the medicinal liquid became increasingly pure.

"Gentle nurture!"

As the third rune fell, the potion in the crucible began to spin rapidly, its volume shrinking dramatically.

From a full pot, it shrank to half a pot, then to a small half pot, and finally only a clump the size of a thumb remained.

Like a flowing ruby, it slowly rotates in the center of the crucible, emitting a warm red light.

A faint aroma, like roasted sparrow meat, wafted in the air.

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, took out a clean crystal test tube, and tapped it with her wand.

The red liquid obediently flew into the test tube, was sealed with a cork, and was then given directly to Greedo.

"Here you go." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his voice tinged with weariness.

"The superior-grade Fire Feather Bloodline Elixir is three times better than the inferior ones used by those apprentices. You're lucky, kid."

Go back and wait until the moon is high in the sky. Open the basic meditation method I gave you, meditate according to the instructions, and then drink this bottle of medicine.

"Remember, after you drink it, your blood will burn, and it will hurt like you're being roasted over a fire."

You must hold fast to your spirit and follow the guidance of the magic through meditation.

If you faint from the pain, or go astray, either your blood vessels will be burned through and you'll be crippled, or you'll be burned to a crisp by fire magic. No one can save you then.

Greedo held the warm test tube in both hands, his hands trembling with excitement.

The red medicine in the test tube flowed slowly, like a small ball of flickering flame. He could clearly feel the volatile and lively fire energy contained within it.

He knelt down on the stone ground with a thud, kowtowing heavily to McGonagall, his forehead hitting the stone bricks with a dull thud.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you for your guidance! If I become a wizard, I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to die, I will never flinch!"

"Don't give me that." McGonagall scoffed and kicked his shoulder to get him up.

"I'm only giving you this opportunity because you're more useful than other idiots. If you die, I can just find another servant."

As he spoke, he picked up a yellowed parchment from the table and tossed it over. The parchment had a picture of a strange monster drawn on it, with numbers and bounties written in Chinese next to it.

"This is a hunting warrant just issued by the castle." McGonagall leaned against the stone table and took a sip of iced fruit wine.

"Recently, there have been more and more strangers in the Black Forest, and quite a few Tier 1 magical beasts have come to the vicinity of the castle to hurt people."

The castle ordered all apprentice wizards and servants to either hand over ten magic cores of first-tier magical beasts or five living strangers within three days.

The high priest above wants to experiment on living people; dead ones don't count.

"Once you awaken your bloodline, take this to the Black Forest to do quests."

Don't just stay cooped up in the castle all day. A wizard's power isn't something you can increase by sitting and meditating; you have to go out and see the world.

He glanced at Greedo, his tone warning.

"Don't even think about running away. I've placed a servant mark on you. Even if you run to the deepest part of the forest, I can still follow the mark to bring you back."

I'll soak you in venom and make you suffer for three days and three nights before you die.

Don't even think about colluding with those outsiders; those idiots can't even read properly.

"I'll never become a wizard; following them will only lead to my death."

Greenleaf immediately folded the hunting warrant carefully and stuffed it into his pocket, nodding repeatedly:

"Don't worry, sir! I absolutely won't run away!"

Those idiots are asking for it, I'm not going to associate with them!

"Once I awaken, I'll go into the forest and capture ten live strangers to use as your test subjects!"

McGonagall waved her hand with satisfaction: "Alright, go back now."

"Hide the potion well. Murder and robbery happen all the time in this castle. If someone steals your potion and you die, I won't avenge you."

"Yes, sir!"

Grindelwald bowed again, clutching the precious potion, and quietly left the alchemy room, carefully closing the heavy stone door behind him.

Back in his tiny stone hut, which was only a few square meters in size, he leaned against the door and let out a long sigh of relief. His back was soaked with cold sweat.

He held the blood serum up to his eyes, watching the flowing red light inside, and couldn't help but grin. As he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

It's been five days.

He lived in constant fear, serving as a dog and a guinea pig for five days.

Finally, they obtained this medicine, which gave them the opportunity to embark on the path to extraordinary achievements.

Fools, all of them are idiots.

When he awakens his bloodline tonight and becomes an apprentice wizard, he will be the first extraordinary being among all Western players.

What American president? What Rockefeller? What Freedom and Extraordinary Alliance?

They'll all have to kneel down and beg him to teach them magic and give them a potion of bloodline serum.

He carefully hid the medicine in a hidden compartment under the bed, then pulled out the book of basic meditation techniques written in Chinese. He opened the first page, and square characters came into view.