Seeing the words [Ancient Black Magic] slowly taking shape on his system panel, Char couldn't help but widen his eyes, his heartbeat accelerating involuntarily. He had already witnessed the power and wonder of ancient magic with the Shadowthorn. If ancient shadow magic performed like that, what more could ancient black magic do? Perhaps there were mysteries hidden in this temple even more profound than Voldemort's own magic. As Char looked at the patterns carved on the walls, it was as if knowledge was constantly flowing into him, and the luster of the words [Ancient Black Magic] continued to deepen.
An idea sparked in his mind. If this was the effect of simply viewing the exterior, what would happen if he walked into the temple itself? Perhaps he could obtain at least Diamond-level, or even Epic or Legendary-level ancient black magic.
He took a deep breath and a step forward. But then, with immense difficulty, he forced himself to take a step back. He bit the tip of his tongue, the bloody, stinging taste spreading through his mouth, sharpening his mind. He tore his eyes away from the temple. The ancient black magic words that had just taken shape on his system panel immediately collapsed. A sense of loss filled his heart, but it only made him retreat faster. It wasn't until he reached a position where he could no longer see the temple that he let out a long sigh, a light sweat on his forehead.
"That was a close call," he murmured. "That temple probably contains not only ancient black magic but also a strange power that can bewitch people. The Ministry originally sent three Transfiguration masters to try and restore the MacBoon family, but they were all eaten. There must be some kind of strange magical influence here."
If it were anyone else, anyone who pursued this kind of dark power, they would have been attracted by the temple and walked right in. Fortunately, from the beginning, Char had been extremely wary of everything on Drya Island. His goals had always been very clear. Perhaps entering the temple could indeed grant me powerful magic, but I don't need to take that risk. You risk your life only when there is no other way out. Power that comes without a price always has a cost that is difficult to accept. I came here for the Pute Fruit. Now I have it. My goal has been achieved. Rather than pursuing the power in the temple, I would rather act according to my plan and earn rewards through diligent planting. That's more reliable than this temple, no matter how you look at it.
Without the slightest nostalgia, Char turned and left. However, the experience still left him on high alert. I need to pay more attention to the mental aspect. The matter of Occlumency needs to be prioritized. And resistance to various mental magics… in the magical world, there are still too many things that can affect the mind.
He returned to the field where he had just discovered the Pute Fruit. Looking at the crop waiting to be harvested, he suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, his face filling with joy. With these, this trip is worthwhile. And there were some extra benefits. His eyes fell on the corpses of the young Quintapeds. The blood of this strange 5X-level magical creature had never even appeared on the wizarding world's black market. It was arguably the rarest magical animal blood in existence, a treasure coveted by dark wizards specializing in Transfiguration. However, for Char, its greatest value was in the cultivation of his Blood Jade.
He quickly harvested a large bag of Pute Fruit, packing it into the box he had obtained from Charlemagne's house, which was enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm. He also carefully collected several large bottles of the strange blood from the Quintaped corpses. Just then, another deafening sound erupted from the beach, then gradually faded. Char's heart trembled. It seemed the battle between the two-faced man and the Quintapeds had been decided. He immediately looked at Eugene, who nodded in understanding. He snapped his fingers along with Char.
The next moment, after a dizzying lurch, they Apparated away from Drya Island. He handed the box containing the Quintaped's blood and Pute Fruit to Eugene. "Take these and return to Sprout Island."
Char's gaze fell to the deep seabed, to the protective magic passage he had pointed out to the two-faced man. A cold light glinted in his eyes. He had lured his enemy here, causing him to suffer a great loss. It was possible that Voldemort would feel he had also been deceived and simply brush it off. It was also possible he would feel this was a deliberate trap and seek revenge. But Char didn't care what he thought. He just knew he had to do his own thing: give the two-faced man a final, hard blow. Let him lose the chance to cause any more trouble.
He dived back into the sea. The increase in water content made him feel as if he had returned home, an unprecedented sense of comfort spreading through him. His state was maintained at its peak. On his system panel, countless ability words bloomed with brilliant light. His gaze fixed on the ability [Toxin]. Taken alone, it was rather unremarkable. But when combined with Dark Magic Transfiguration, it could work wonders. He had already concocted hundreds of various blood toxins and fed them to the two-faced man through the parchment. Thanks to Char's blood, the man had regained a lot of strength. But at least a hundred different toxins were now lurking in his body, waiting to be detonated.
Under normal circumstances, this trick probably wouldn't be enough to defeat him. But now, after the fierce fighting on Drya Island, he was at his weakest. The outbreak of the poison was waiting for this exact moment. All Char had to do was seize the opportunity. His gaze patiently observed the protective magic in the depths of the ocean.
A moment later, a figure covered in black smoke escaped from the barrier. A crazy, angry roar spread far away on the seabed. "Dumbledore! You sinister, cunning old thing! You plotted against me!"
Quirrell's face turned pale. All he could hear was Voldemort's roar. "Master," he said with difficulty. "Something's wrong. This is so wrong. This is a trap. Could it be Char Sprout? He might have set us up from the very beginning!"
Voldemort's voice was ice cold. "Quirrell, you idiot. Do you really think a first-year has the ability to deceive me like this? How could he deal with those Quintapeds? And the temple on this island…" When Voldemort mentioned this, a hint of strangeness and fear entered his voice. He gritted his teeth. "Even at my peak, I had to be careful with the curse inside. Who else but Dumbledore could come up with something like this?! In my opinion, Char Sprout was also used by Dumbledore. That sinister, cunning old man never misses an opportunity to take advantage of others."
Just as Voldemort was talking to Quirrell, he kept waving his wand, trying to deal with a difficult curse he had contracted on the island. Char watched this from a distance, a cold light flashing in his eyes. On his system panel, the [Toxin] ability flashed. The hundreds of toxins in the two-faced man's body exploded in an instant.
Quirrell, floating towards the surface, suddenly felt waves of severe pain. Sometimes it was like a burning fire, other times like a large piece of ice stuffed inside him. It felt like countless small knives were cutting through his blood vessels. He screamed repeatedly. And at that moment, deep in a trench on the seabed, eyes opened. A huge creature swam out at high speed. Tentacles, like giant pythons, coiled around the two-faced man.
Two changes occurred simultaneously. Despair filled Quirrell's eyes. "The Kraken? How did it get here?!"
Voldemort's anger was at its peak. "What else could it be? Don't tell me you're still doubting him. How could he control the Kraken? Dumbledore, it's you again!" As he roared in anger, the tentacles enveloped him. The next moment, Voldemort completely took over Quirrell's body. He waved his wand suddenly. Every tentacle of the Kraken felt extreme pain and twisted wildly. Several were even cut in half. The two-faced man, surrounded by black smoke, took advantage of this opportunity to stagger out of the sea and disappear without a trace.
Char, who had witnessed the whole process, showed regret in his eyes. Even with all his calculations, he still couldn't completely bury the two-faced man under the deep sea. No wonder Dumbledore and Voldemort at their peak had made the entire wizarding world tremble. But a moment later, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had never thought it would be so easy. After all, in the original story, a much weaker Voldemort had still managed to escape Hogwarts. This guy was really good at saving his life.
But judging from the way he had escaped, he must have suffered a setback and paid a huge price. The strength he had recovered was likely gone, sending him back to square one overnight. The unicorn curse and the hundreds of toxins Char had left in his system were enough for him to deal with for a while. The next period of time, Char would be able to escape his harassment and could focus on farming.
He returned to Sprout Island. Eugene was waiting anxiously. "Mr. Sprout, young man," he said, relieved. "I'm so glad you're okay. Have you dealt with that enemy of yours?"
Char shook his head. "No, he's still too hard to kill. But the good news is that he won't have time to bother me again. I can now focus on farming." His eyes fell on the box. He carefully took out the Pute Fruit. The trolls gathered around, looking at the special fruit with Eugene.
"This is the Pute Fruit," Char explained. "Cut it into small pieces and plant them, and new fruit will grow. One can keep a person from being thirsty or hungry for several days. If our land were covered with them, you'll never go hungry again."
The trolls' little eyes lit up instantly. Besides a stable home, the only thing they desired was to not go hungry. Even they now realized the value of this small fruit. They carefully picked one up with their clumsy fingers, looked at it, smelled it, and then, reluctant to eat it, put it down and looked at the pile with happy faces. The look in their eyes when they looked at Char became more and more respectful. Gronnak… Gronnak… Only a king would be so good to them, risking great danger to get this fruit that would keep them from starving.
Char took out another bag of seeds. "Is this… Chalati grass?" Eugene's expression changed. "When I was at Charlemagne's, I often saw him smoke Chalati. It is said that the upper class likes to smoke this kind of stuff."
Char nodded. "Some of these seeds are better than the best Chalati grass currently available. Once cultivated, it can become the main cash crop on Sprout Island. You can make money from this. Eugene, I will teach you how to maintain it. You will be in charge of it. You can get a share of the proceeds, which should be enough to cover your daily expenses. Once you expand your cultivation, you will become the richest house-elf."
Eugene stood there, a sparkling glint in his eyes. He wiped them repeatedly. His gloomy life suddenly seemed to have some hope.
Char's gaze fell on the Quintaped's blood again. This evil magical creature was much more ferocious than the Acromantula. This gave him an idea. I've discovered before that using different blood to cultivate Blood Jades will give different rewards. If I use the blood of the Quintaped, what reward will I get?
He returned to his small greenhouse. He carefully dispersed the blood into a group of glowing mushroom mycelium. With his previous experience, he was very familiar with this operation. But a moment later, something strange happened. There was no crystal-clear jade material as before. Instead, red mycelium grew on it, fluffy and like red hair. At first glance, it exuded an uncomfortable feeling.
Char's pupils shrank slightly. "This is… another new variant?!" His gaze was directed upwards towards this new plant. Then, a line of handwriting came into view.
[Strongly affected by the blood of the Quintaped, your glowing mushrooms have given birth to unknown new variants]
His heart skipped a beat. It was indeed a brand-new variant. Is the blood of the Quintaped so special? Could it be that this magical animal is not 'purely natural' but is transformed by magic, which is why it has undergone such changes? And when he saw the following words, his expression filled with confusion.
[Cultivate this variant to maturity and receive rewards: Curse Comprehension (Silver Level), Quintaped Transfiguration Comprehension (Black Iron Level)]
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