Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 331 Blood Ancestor

Murphy lowered his head and rubbed his sore eyes.

His mind was filled with doubt.

How come this ancestor, who should have lived more than a thousand years ago, looks exactly like Sophia?

If there's anything that's different, this ancestor seems to be paler, with skin that's almost transparently white.

However, having not been exposed to the sun for over a thousand years, this complexion is not surprising.

Once his eyes felt better, Murphy saw a velvet rug on the ground, which seemed to be the place where the Alkaim emperors knelt to worship their ancestors.

Murphy thought for a moment, then stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and prepared to tell his ancestor the purpose of his visit.

Suddenly a ray of light caught his eye, and he couldn't help but look up again.

To his astonishment, he saw the girl in the crystal coffin open her eyes; they were blood-red, ruby-like eyes, staring intently at him.

The next instant, the girl's figure suddenly became illusory, as if it had been wiped off the canvas.

At the same time, a blood bead emitting a crimson light condensed in front of the girl. In a short while, it turned into something as crystalline as a pearl, while the girl's body had faded to the point of being almost invisible.

The drop of blood pierced through the crystal coffin and slowly fell in front of Murphy.

A voice echoed in his heart, "This is what you need."

Murphy was startled as the blood droplet fell into his palm. Then, with a clang, the door slammed shut in front of him, and Murphy found himself outside the stone gate without even realizing it.

"Lord Murphy!" Maxim called out, "How is it?"

Murphy opened his right hand blankly, looking at the blood-red bead in his palm, and felt something vaguely familiar about it.

This... how come it looks so much like the true blood of a vampire?

The words Andreuth had spoken a few years earlier when he was researching true vampire blood flashed through his mind.

Their maximum lifespan is over 1,200 years... If we follow this calculation, the oldest living vampire might have been born before 800 AD...

Could that ancestor Miriam have been a vampire?

That's why you look so pale, sleeping in such a dark and gloomy place?

But looking at her, is she about to die?

Perhaps she had reached the limit of her lifespan, and yet she still offered her own blood to help Sophia?

It even felt as if she had been sleeping here, waiting for this moment.

Is this some kind of resurrection plot?

"Where is Mrs. Jaga?" Murphy asked.

"She has already returned to the palace and left me here to meet you."

"Okay, let's go too," Murphy said.

Murphy still had many questions about his ancestor and the strange sights behind the Gate of Rebirth, but now, saving the Queen was the priority. He should quickly show the blood bead to Lady Jaga and Snape to see if it could be used to save her.

Back at the palace, Murphy handed the blood droplet to Snape and then spoke privately with Lady Jaga about what he had seen.

"You mean, the ancestor Miriam looks a lot like His Majesty?" Lady Jaga asked.

“Yes, and I suspect that my ancestor may have been a vampire,” Murphy frowned. “Perhaps the magic in her blood could be used to neutralize the Virgin Mary’s magic, but the Queen might be turned into a vampire as a result.”

"Furthermore, I don't know if there are any other settings in this true blood."

Mrs. Jaga looked at Murphy for a while before she understood. "Are you questioning the ancestor's purpose?"

Murphy nodded. Given the precedent of Tom's case, Murphy couldn't help but be wary of such things.

"I've never heard of Lady Miriam's appearance before. After all, only the emperor can enter the Gate of Rebirth, and only the emperor knows what's inside. Sophia has only recently ascended the throne and hasn't entered the mausoleum yet, so she hasn't seen Lady Miriam."

"But perhaps it's just due to bloodline inheritance. Although most of the records from the early days of the city's founding are no longer available, the Divine Eagle family has indeed ruled this city for hundreds of years, and their bloodline has never been broken."

"As for the Ancestor's purpose..." Lady Yaga smiled, "If she wanted, many people would be willing to give their lives for her. And according to records, the Ancestor has helped this city through difficulties more than once. I find it hard to imagine that she would use His Majesty for evil purposes."

Lady Jaga wasn't bothered by the possibility that her ancestors were vampires. Long ago, there was even a kingdom established by vampires, and the name of the Piercing Duke was renowned even in Muggle society.

This isn't exactly a strange story; on the contrary, it makes sense and resolves one of her doubts.

Soon after, Snape finished his research on the blood droplet. As Murphy had guessed, the droplet was indeed a drop of real blood, and it was far more condensed than any known vampire's real blood, even forming a structure like a solid.

At the same time, its strength is strong enough to neutralize the Virgin Mary's magic.

"Can you use only the magic in this true blood without letting it infect the Queen?" Murphy asked.

Snape shook his head. "This may be difficult for me to control. The magic remains in Her Majesty's wound and has already invaded her body. To counteract it, this drop of true blood must also come into contact with her body. I cannot guarantee whether this will contaminate the Queen."

Time was running out, and petrification could not slow down the rate at which the magic was corrupting her soul. The Queen could die at any moment because her soul was being corrupted.

Murphy didn't hesitate any longer. "Give it a try."

Even becoming a vampire is better than dying outright. As for other possibilities, they are risks that must be taken until there is time to find better alternatives.

Soon, Snape concocted a neutralizing potion, made it into a plaster, wrapped the blood droplet, and applied it to the Queen's back.

Murphy then removed the petrification effect.

He activated his magical vision and could see that the moment the petrification was lifted, the dark magic belonging to the Holy Mother rampaged along the wound on the Queen's back, and a bluish-black color rapidly expanded from the Queen's back.

But soon, another extremely powerful force joined the battle. Strangely, it did not conflict with Sophia's own power at all. Almost instantly, they merged and fused together, just like Sophia's own power, and began to strangle the incoming Holy Mother's magic.

During this process, the blood droplets were inevitably absorbed by Sophia's body, and naturally, they were modified, enhancing her flesh's regenerative abilities, raising her body temperature, and promoting wound healing—just as Murphy had predicted, it was turning Sophia into a vampire.

However, compared to its effect of banishing the Virgin Mary's magic, this is an acceptable price to pay.

More than ten minutes later, the maternal magic in Sophia's body was completely destroyed, and the blood droplets were all integrated into her body. This seemed to give her a very strong regenerative ability. Even without using White Fresh, the tissues and flesh damaged in the magic battle were rapidly repairing themselves.

Gradually, the Queen's breathing calmed down. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she opened her eyes, revealing a faint blush in her deep blue eyes.

Murphy was beside her. "You're awake? How are you feeling, Sophia?"

The Queen looked at him for a long while, then said, "It's been a long time, Mr. Murphy."

Murphy smiled. "It wasn't long. You just took a nap. Not even half a day has passed."

"Really?" Sofia frowned. "It feels like I had a very long dream... But it's so good to see you again."

"I'm so glad you're alright, Sofia."

The queen laughed. "I like it when you call me by my name."

Perhaps because she had just experienced a life-or-death situation, she was much bolder than before.

Saying "If you like it, I'll call you that from now on" at this moment would make them seem like a pair of silly lovers, so Murphy just smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I've got it."

"Can you hold my hand?" the Queen asked.

"it is good."

"I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep a little longer. Will I still see you when I wake up?"

"able."

"Thank you for saving me, Murphy."

"Go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)