Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"That means they're scared."

"Really? I mean, can you really beat them?" Harry looked at the old man's arm sticking out from his sleeve, and clearly saw a silver mark on his wrist, so he asked again.

"Just a bunch of chickens and dogs." The old man shook his head.

"You mean you can use this thing to beat them into a pulp?" Harry showed his wrist. After all, he doubted whether this kind of painful spell-casting could really defeat those normal wizards.

"Naturally."

"..."

"Are you very skeptical?" The old man stretched out his hand, and an old-looking wand slipped out from his wrist, with a small flame emerging from it.

"Oh... my classmate can do this too." Harry felt embarrassed for the old man in front of him.

"This is the difference in understanding." The old man stood up and walked to the oak wine barrel in the corner of the room. He filled a glass of wine with a rusty high-heeled glass and placed it on a table.

Then blood strangely oozed from the tip of his wand, flowed into the wine glass, and merged with the wine.

Chapter 227: The Charm of Language and Zero Frame Start

Harry swallowed. "What the hell is this?"

"We believe in the Trinity, magic, gods, and blood, and this is the sacred blood, the magical blood, given to us by the gods," the old man explained.

"Oh, I respect that, but I'm sorry, I'm underage and can't drink," Harry said, taking a step back.

"Of course I know. This is for me."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"I squeezed orange juice for you." The old man said in a shocking way.

"Ah?" Harry stared in amazement as the old man pulled out a juicer from somewhere that was not much cleaner than the cup in the Hog's Head Bar, and there was orange-yellow liquid inside.

Another glass of blood-stained orange juice appeared in front of Harry.

"Please, drink this glass of orange juice. It represents that your magic and your bloodline will be deeply bound to the gods from now on." The old man said without forcing.

"Oh... can I choose not to drink?" Harry took another step back.

"You might think we're a closed and backward wizarding organization... Please don't object, I can see that. But rest assured, the Templar Brotherhood simply doesn't value physical enjoyment, but you can find peace for your mind and soul."

Harry frowned, but soon his brows relaxed again because he saw a figure wearing a monocle appeared behind the old man.

With his backing restored, he immediately began to demonstrate his linguistic skills: "To be honest, I'm very skeptical."

"I can help you solve your problem." The old man didn't notice anything unusual and continued to say with a smile.

"You said that your Brotherhood of Templars is much more powerful than ordinary wizards? Then why do they occupy the whole of Europe, while you are just in this small woods?" Harry asked another puzzling question.

"........"

"And you said that we should protect ordinary people because that is the responsibility of people with magic. Then why were there no you when Voldemort persecuted Muggles in England thirteen years ago, but instead it was those so-called ordinary wizards who betrayed God, Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic and others who fought Voldemort?" Harry once again talked the talk to death.

"........."

"And I remember you once collaborated with the Church to launch a witch hunt. While you used sweet words on young wizards, you burned adult wizards to charcoal. So, is the God you believe in the same as the God of the Church? If so, why doesn't God grant magic to those who truly believe in Him? Why does He give magic to ordinary wizards who don't believe in Him?"

"If not, then why are you associated with a group you believe are heretics? Aren't you ambitious people just trying to lick the Vatican's two gold coins? On the one hand, you fawn over the powerful Vatican with the gold coins, while on the other hand, you strike hard at ordinary, scattered wizards to eliminate dissidents."

"But once ordinary wizards unite, you will be like rats in the gutter, hiding in the woods of Sicily, talking about so-called groundless responsibilities. In fact, you are just villains who snatched young wizards from their parents and relatives. You are not even as good as the medieval church. At least their churches really gave candy to children, but your church trains one magical boy scout after another."

"It seems the Statute of Secrecy has completely become your fig leaf. Because of it, you can hide in this small woods with a clear conscience, without worrying about the believers below asking why they don't go out and kill all the heretics. You can directly say it's because of the Statute of Secrecy, but sadly, the Statute of Secrecy is indeed your enemy, an armor that ordinary wizards have unintentionally woven for you."

"Compared to people like you, rather than joining you, it would be better for me to take my wand and fight Voldemort in single combat. At least I might be able to curse him before I die, and maybe even tear a piece of his flesh off."

"You guys are sucking the stinking pus and blood from the dark side of Muggles while brandishing your butcher knife at innocent wizards. In comparison, Voldemort is much more open and honest. At least he never hides the bad things he has done!"

"If you ask me, the most regrettable and incomprehensible thing about this innocent land of Sicily, Italy, is why that ailing Mount Etna didn't just explode in the middle of the night and melt you all into the world's most stinking obsidian!"

Harry said all this in one breath, and then sadly found that there was nothing here to moisten his throat.

The old man took a deep breath and was about to refute Harry again when a small silver wine flask flew out from behind him and landed steadily in front of Harry.

"Thank me, today I poured you grape juice instead of wine." Kaisen reached out and patted the old man's shoulder. "Shouldn't we have a proper talk about adult matters?"

The old man sighed and looked at the silver mark on his right wrist. Kaisen behind him and Harry in front of him knew very well that it was his wand.

The old man just looked at the silver mark on his right wrist, and then dropped his hand the next moment. Then he suddenly raised his left hand. There was a larger silver gap on his left wrist, and a silver blade suddenly stretched out from it, like a hidden dagger.

"Huh? The Brotherhood of the Temple...you should call it the Brotherhood of the Assassins." Kaisen pinched the hidden blade that was flying towards him with two fingers and sneered.

"Maybe, because I'm old and I've heard a lot about your name, Professor Kaisen." The old man sighed and murmured.

"To this day I still don't know how a person who only plays with alchemy got such a big reputation..." Kaisen scratched his ear with his little finger helplessly.

"The Brotherhood has always been lenient towards talented people."

Listening to what the old man said, Kaisen put his hand that had just finished cleaning his ear back in. He was now deeply puzzled as to whether these people involved in the cult had also gone astray. After all, compared to the old noob in front of him, he should be the one begging him to show leniency.

"What do you want to say?" The old man smiled and said, "I will give you a chance to join the Brotherhood of Templars."

Kaisen nodded. He shouldn't have said a single word to this idiot, but at this point, he still had to show some basic courtesy.

"This way, you can withstand my nine-shot spell."

The old man smiled and said, "Then you can join."

"In that case, I'll pull over the Space-Based Dragon Slayer Cannon." Kaisen said, and then he started at zero frame: "I'll join in!"

I am taking the third test today, please bless me

Chapter 228: Flesh and Blood Weakness, Alchemy and Ascension

The old man blocked the first probing attack and said with a grin: "The death of the body is not the end. If you really want to kill me, you also need to defeat me in terms of will." The old man shook his head.

"Well, you're right, alpaca!" The next moment, a simplest withered skull directly drilled into the old man's chest. The next moment, this old man who didn't even deserve a name slowly withered and turned into ashes.

"Professor, I think you're a little too quick." Harry raised his wrist with a bitter sigh, the silver mark still remaining there.

"Hey, take out your wand so I can see what this is?" Kaisen asked, squatting down.

Harry nodded, and with just a thought, his wand was spat out with a piece of blood vessel still attached to the end.

"Wow! That's so cool!" Sirius appeared behind the two of them at some point and exclaimed in admiration as he looked at the wand connected to Harry's blood vessels.

"...Have you finished cleaning up those guys outside? You're just wandering around here!" Kaisen said with a twitch on his scalp.

"Well, it's all done. Lupin and the French Aurors are counting the bodies outside now, so they can't use mine." Sirius said aggrievedly, then looked at Harry: "This thing is really cool!"

"But this thing hurts. It hurts so much that I can't even cast an unlocking spell on it right now." Harry said with a grimace.

"Then we should find a way to get rid of this thing." Sirius said with a changed expression in an instant.

"The Godfather's love is profound." Kaisen sighed and began to study the vein on Harry's wrist: "Is there anyone alive out there?"

"Emmm, if there were no survivors outside, Old Deng would be the last one to die." Sirius said helplessly.

The three of them fell into an odd silence for a moment, but fortunately Lupin, who walked in from outside, broke the atmosphere: "We can go back now. The next step is the work of Dumbledore and the French Ministry of Magic."

"Is there anyone alive?" Kaisen asked.

"No." Lupin shook his head.

"Okay..." Kaisen sighed, but he quickly patted Harry on the shoulder: "Trust me." As soon as he finished speaking, the magic field enveloped the few people, and they returned to the hotel almost instantly.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Lupin was very sensitive and he noticed that Harry was shrouded in a faint feeling of wanting to die.

"It must be a special magical transformation of the Brotherhood of Templars. Harry and his wand are now one." After Kaysen finished explaining, Lupin came over curiously to take a look. Until he saw Harry's veins and the wand, he also said that...

"Wow, that's so cool!"

"You two said almost exactly the same thing," Harry said helplessly.

"Yeah..." Kaisen looked carefully at the connection between Harry's wand and blood vessels through his monocle. "With my attainments in human alchemy, I have two pieces of news to tell you. One is that your kind of human alchemy is irreversible. Be careful when disarming you in the future, because when the wand flies out, it is very likely to pull out your blood vessels, and then bounce back."

Harry mentally simulated the scene and felt a chill run down his spine. "So what's the good news?"

Kaisen raised an eyebrow. "The good news is that I audited medical courses when I was in school. I think my technique is pretty good. I can help you remove the pain nerves in this section."

"Huh?" Harry was a little dazed. "Professor, how many classes have you taken?"

"When the medical students were studying cadavers, I was decorating cabinets for them. I took a look in my spare time. They happened to be talking about pain nerves at that time." After Kaisen finished speaking, he waved his hand casually, and tiny squares firmly controlled Harry's arm.

"I'm sorry, Harry, please get some sleep!"

As soon as Kaisen finished speaking, before he could even take out the anvil, Lupin quickly cast a stunning spell on Harry.

"Oh, it seems that we have a good understanding of each other." Kaisen said and took out a small diamond sword.

And Lupin came over and asked: "Do you know medicine?"

Kaisen shook his head. "I was just teasing Harry. I don't know medicine, but I do know alchemy. I simply reshaped Harry's wrist and added a few small details."

"Then why do you use that blue knife?" Sirius came over and said.

"Flesh and blood are weak, and alchemical ascension is a thing of the past. I can't really let Harry die from being Expelliarmus, so I have to give him some way to counter it."

Sirius listened to the human-like language spoken by Kaisen and watched his increasingly wild techniques, and finally turned his back in defeat.

"How bizarre!" he exclaimed.

"Is this really just a small detail?" Another Lupin, who had turned his back early, echoed.

The two of them just listened to the horrible sound that sounded like renovation work. They wanted to leave, but were worried. They wanted to look, but were still heartbroken. So they stood there passively for half an hour in such a conflicted state.

Half an hour later, Harry woke up unsteadily, and then he looked at the silver mark on his wrist...

"Why does it feel bigger?"

"Because it now has two modes, mode one and mode two, and a passive mode," Kaisen explained.

Harry looked at him blankly: "I don't understand."

“You can just think of it in your mind, mode one or mode two.”

Harry nodded, and then quickly pulled his wand out. This was normal, and he could also feel a slight difference in his wand or wrist. He casually cast a spell and said in surprise, "It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Sirius nodded: "As long as it doesn't hurt."

Harry did not answer, but listened to what Kaisen said and activated the second mode. The next moment, the original wand was suddenly covered and fixed by a layer of silver-white scales, and it became a snow-white hidden blade.