Spellcasting Gods

In addition, all the pores and wrinkles on my body disappeared, and my skin was so smooth that there wasn't a single wrinkle left...

Chapter 0755 The Trouble with the Know-It-All

"Excellent activity, excellent adaptability, average integration. It seems it will take some time before this thing can enter the in vivo testing phase..."

Zhang Cheng was clearly unaware of the enormous trouble his little gift had caused Hermione Granger, and was busy testing the various properties of the black substance.

For him, this thing, born from the mutation of the power of creation, is full of incredible properties. It not only gives cells a strong ability to adapt, but also allows one to observe subtle interactions between each cell nucleus and other cell nuclei through a microscope. It is as if these cells have gained relatively independent consciousness and can make judgments automatically based on external stimuli.

Of course, that's not the most interesting part.

Most interestingly, while the black substance strengthened more than 90% of the body's cells, it did not strengthen brain cells.

This means that no matter how strong the body is, the brain is extremely fragile, just like an ordinary person.

The deceased died during the mutation process when his brain could not withstand the sudden increase in blood pressure, causing his entire skull to explode inside, turning into a mess of mushy tofu.

However, as an enhancer, it is undoubtedly qualified. At least after the enhancement, the total amount of magic power that the wizard's body can withstand increases, and he will gain a certain degree of resistance to various magical attacks.

The only thing Zhang Cheng couldn't understand was what conditions were necessary for this mutation to occur.

The strong desire of the experimental questions themselves?

Or is it a stimulus from the outside world?

Or is it a chain reaction caused by a specific magical item?

Since he hadn't observed the situation at the time, he couldn't deduce anything, and even some of the replay spells that wizards often used were ineffective.

Just when he thought he had hit a dead end again, Lucius Malfoy suddenly burst through the door, excitedly shouting, "Great news! Hogwarts will be holding the Triwizard Tournament next semester, which has been suspended for over seven hundred years. I'm sure that old man Dumbledore will be racking his brains over this. As long as he makes a mistake, we can use it as an excuse to make trouble. Even if we can't get rid of him, we can still pass more laws to limit the headmaster's power."

“Oh? That sounds interesting, but I’m more interested in the Dark Lord’s plans. Tell me, how exactly does he intend to announce his return?” Zhang Cheng slowly turned around, his face full of amusement.

You should know that Peter Pettigrew is already dead, burned to ashes by Harry Potter with Hellfire.

He now wondered how Voldemort planned to complete his resurrection plan without his help, especially in releasing one of his most loyal servants—Barty Crouch Jr.

“Sorry, he didn’t mention it. He just asked me to prepare a few extra tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. I heard he recently recruited two new servants, so I guess he’ll take this opportunity to recruit Death Eaters,” Lucius guessed uncertainly.

"A new servant?" Zhang Cheng's eyes showed surprise.

Lucius nodded seriously: "Yes! One is called Madil, and the other is called Cindy. All I know is that they are both crazy dueling enthusiasts, participating in at least five duels a year, and each time they brutally kill their opponents, so they are wanted by the entire European magical community."

"I see... It seems our Dark Lord is truly charismatic, able to encounter his fervent admirers wherever he goes, isn't that right?" Zhang Cheng teased meaningfully.

This time, Lucius wisely kept his mouth shut and did not participate in the discussion.

As a nobleman, he didn't want to risk being targeted by the ruthless Voldemort just for a moment of verbal sparring.

Zhang Cheng circled the basement twice, then suddenly ordered, "Get me two Quidditch World Cup tickets too. I want to see for myself what he's up to."

“No problem at all!” Lucius agreed without the slightest hesitation.

For an ordinary wizarding family, buying an expensive ticket might require several months' savings, but for him, who has acquired countless properties, it's nothing at all.

……

Time flies, and more than a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

As the Quidditch World Cup final day draws near, the entire British wizarding world is in a state of jubilation, and even the much more mature Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are no exception.

sports!

In particular, highly competitive sports can always arouse the primal instincts hidden in the human subconscious.

To some extent, it is a continuation of the hunting and killing impulses, which can put a person in a state of extreme excitement.

Unfortunately, Zhang Cheng was no longer aware of these things. He simply took two VIP tickets and went to Hermione's house alone. But as soon as they met, he saw Mrs. Granger's face full of worry.

Out of politeness, he asked, "Madam, are you in some kind of trouble?"

“It’s Hermione! She’s locked herself in her room for over a week and hasn’t come out or let us in. I’m worried something might have happened to her. You know, magic…” The latter hesitated slightly, but finally told the truth.

After all, it's already quite difficult for an ordinary family to accept their daughter becoming a wizard, not to mention the occasional accidental injuries that can occur during the process of learning magic.

"Don't worry, if you don't mind, I can go up and take a look." Zhang Cheng smiled and took on this easy task.

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what to say. Hermione is upstairs, you can go find her yourself.” Mrs. Granger quickly pointed to the room on the second floor near the right side of the stairs.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Cheng went straight to the door and gently knocked.

Soon, a girl's irritable voice came from inside the door: "Damn it! Mom! I told you not to bother me."

“It’s me, Miss Granger. Whatever happened, you’d better open the door first. You don’t think a mere door can stop me from getting in, do you?” Zhang Cheng teased in a half-joking tone.

"Professor...?!"

Hermione was clearly startled, and a loud crashing sound came from the room, it was unclear what had been knocked over.

A minute later, the tightly closed door opened a crack.

The girl was wrapped tightly in a blanket from head to toe. She carefully looked around and, after confirming that her parents were not there, she fully opened the door and urged in a low voice, "Quick! Come in quickly!"

What are you doing?

As Zhang Cheng entered the room, the first thing he saw was a dense pile of books and notes on the bed, the floor, and the table, and even a cauldron used for brewing magic potions.

"I...I'm not really sure either, you should see for yourself."

After locking the door, Hermione took off the blanket covering her, revealing her stunning figure, hair, and face...

Chapter 0756 A Gentle Trap

Deep blue, jewel-like eyes; hair that flows like water; and a rich water element surrounding the body and skin...

The young woman in front of me doesn't seem like a normal human at all; instead, she has many similarities to magical creatures like tree spirits and water sprites.

"Incredible! I must say, dear Miss Granger, you look absolutely stunning right now..." Zhang Cheng's lips curled up slightly, making no attempt to hide his inner joy.

In this world, there are generally two relatively reliable theories about the origin of wizards.

One of these is that all human wizards were originally born from the hybrid offspring of ordinary humans and magical creatures.

In short, this hypothesis suggests that the earliest humans did not possess the ability to cast spells. Instead, they obtained the corresponding genes from magical creatures and then created a special race that relied on bloodlines for transmission through continuous interbreeding.

However, as this transmission continued to spread, some unpredictable changes gradually occurred.

For example, even if two wizards combine, there is a certain chance of creating a "squish" who cannot cast magic; another example is that during the transmission of wizard bloodlines, the genes that determine magic gradually become recessive and continue to spread among offspring until a certain offspring's recessive genes are suddenly activated and regain the talent for casting spells.

If this inference is correct, then those "Mudbloods" despised by pure-blood nobles can actually be considered descendants of wizards, only they have lived in the world of ordinary people for so long that they have completely severed their ties with the magical world.

Another inference stems from ancient myths and legends.

Legend has it that in ancient times, when humans were still in primitive tribal times, a magical explosion once occurred on Earth.

At that time, all humans and animals near the major outbreak point inevitably underwent mutations. Animals mutated into the magical creatures we know today, while humans mutated into different forms such as fairies, Veela, elves, and wizards.

In short, regardless of the specific type, the abnormality occurring in the girl is most likely a form of atavism, a manifestation of the complete activation of recessive genes.

Unfortunately, Hermione clearly didn't see it that way, covering her face and sobbing, "Beautiful? Professor, this is no time for jokes. You know, I've been worried sick these past few days. If I can't get back to normal, how am I supposed to go out and face people?"

“No, no, no, Miss Granger, I’m not joking. Look at yourself in the mirror, feel the powerful magic flowing in your veins. I guarantee that even Dumbledore and Voldemort would drool with greed if they saw you now. I guarantee that for every powerful wizard, you are the most beautiful goddess in their hearts.” Zhang Cheng placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder and whispered in her ear.

Hermione was clearly uncomfortable with this overly intimate behavior with an adult man. Her heart suddenly raced, and a faint blush quickly spread across her face. She stammered, "But...but I can't go out like this, can I? My mom and dad will be terrified."

"Don't worry, I think a transforming earring should be able to handle it easily."

Zhang Cheng took out a white pearl earring from his magic pouch and gently stuck it into Miss Know-It-All's earlobe.

"what!"

The slight sting made Hermione cry out, but she quickly realized that the puncture site was not bleeding, and some strange information appeared in her mind, as if a single thought could change her appearance.

Driven by intense curiosity, she closed her eyes and tried to recall what she looked like before. After about two or three seconds, she opened her eyes again and found herself back to normal in the mirror, except that her fair and smooth skin had been perfectly preserved, making her look full of the elegance and purity unique to young girls.

"How do you feel? No different than before? That's the power of magic! It can easily solve everything that bothers and bothers you."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng kissed the girl's cheek, stood up, drew the curtains, and opened the window, letting fresh air fill the bedroom that had been sealed for who knows how many days. He deliberately pretended not to see the girl's slightly infatuated gaze.

As a seasoned schemer, creating an intimate and ambiguous atmosphere through subtle actions and psychological cues is as easy for him as eating and drinking.

After all, women, regardless of age, are inherently more emotional than rational. As long as you can find and break through their most vulnerable point, you can make them devote everything to you, even if they know that the other person is deceiving and taking advantage of them.

Poor Hermione had no idea that she was a butterfly caught in a trap, completely immersed in an emotion that was hard to describe. It wasn't until a gust of wind blew her back to her senses that she finally came to her senses. She hurriedly touched her slightly flushed face, lifted her foot and stuffed a few pink undergarments that she had carelessly tossed on the floor under the bed, trying her best to maintain her ladylike demeanor.

After doing all this, she finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Professor, is there something important you wanted to see me about?"

Zhang Cheng turned his head and glanced at the girl's slightly nervous reaction out of the corner of his eye. He smiled and shook his head: "No, it's nothing. Actually, I came here just to invite you to the Quidditch World Cup. I was wondering if you'd be interested?"

"Quidditch World Cup?" Hermione's eyes widened in surprise.

How could I not be surprised!

Last semester, she clearly remembered that the young professor in front of her had never watched a single Quidditch match held at the school, nor had he shown the slightest interest in this wizarding sport.

"Hahaha! Don't be so surprised. Actually, I'm not here to watch a boring game, but to witness the prelude to the return of the great Dark Lord. Of course, watching some sports to relax once in a while is a good choice." Zhang Cheng explained with a hearty laugh.

But he had another reason he didn't say: to let the girl see the dark side of the magical world and completely shatter the last bit of innocence in her mind.

As a philosopher once said, the reason most people believe the world is beautiful is because they have been too well protected and have not personally experienced the bloodiest, cruelest, and darkest aspects of the world. Only those who have truly experienced these things and can still hold onto hope for humanity are qualified to raise the banner of justice.

Unfortunately, there are so few of these people that they are almost negligible.

After experiencing terrible things firsthand, most people often despair of humanity and even turn to darkness. Harry Potter's sudden change in personality is the best proof of this.

Now, Zhang Cheng is going to do the same thing to Hermione Granger, only this time, he'll add a touch of "love," which Albus Dumbledore touted as the ultimate virtue, to prove that "love" is never the privilege of so-called "righteous people," but that "evil people" can also possess it...

Chapter 0757 Techniques

"Oh my God! Honey, you've finally come out of the bedroom. And what's with your smooth skin? Is it some kind of beauty magic? Give Mommy a spritz too..."

As soon as she came down the stairs, Mrs. Granger rushed up and hugged her daughter, asking her all sorts of questions like any mother who cares about her children.

They were especially excited and full of anticipation about their daughter suddenly becoming beautiful...

"Mom! Let me go! And don't touch my face and neck!" Hermione struggled desperately, her face flushed, trying to break free from her mother's embrace.

If there were no outsiders present, she certainly wouldn't mind being a little closer to her mother, but the problem is that there are not only outsiders present, but also a man, making some intimate gestures a bit awkward.

Mrs. Granger seemed to have noticed this as well. Reluctantly letting go of her daughter, she still pressed on, "Is there really no spell or potion that can make skin smooth?"

"Of course not! My condition was entirely accidental!" Hermione emphasized the word "accidental."