It's quite embarrassing for a teacher to get into a fight in front of students, and even more so to get a bloody nose.
When Snape went to the Headmaster's office, he unhappily gave Anton a hard slap on the shoulder.
That night, Anton tossed and turned, unable to sleep, his mind filled with scenes of Sun Wukong seeking a master, wondering if Europeans also had such customs.
So, he once again put on his wizarding robe, packed his things, and set out.
Draco was talking in his sleep, muttering 'Harry Potter, Harry Potter'. Crabbe, the simpleton, had his mouth agape as if dreaming of something delicious. Goyle, the unhappy one, frowned and tossed and turned.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Anton pushed open the dormitory door.
He followed the dim yellow light of the wall lamps all the way to Snape's office.
Knock on the door.
One in the morning.
Snape, woken up in the middle of the night, seemed rather furious, and as a punishment, he grabbed the sub-dragon species from its cage, threw it in front of Anton, and said viciously, "Drain all of its blood for me!"
Oh~~
I knew I wasn't wrong!
Anton was clearly a little excited.
He skillfully put on a dragon-hide glove on his left hand, grabbing the fat bird's legs and body to prevent it from struggling, and used his thumb to hold its neck.
His right hand reached through the fluffy exterior, carefully feeling for the fat bird's bones and warm blood vessels.
Hmm, although it looks chubby on the outside, once you touch it, you could describe it as skin and bones.
"Your technique is wrong!"
Snape frowned and stopped Anton from continuing.
"We don't follow the Muggle way of blood." He gently drew his wand, "In Muggle theory, the heart acts as a pump, pushing blood through the vessels to the limbs and the whole body, and then drawing it back with suction, forming a cycle."
Anton raised an eyebrow, "Head of House, you also read Muggle theories?"
Snape's lips twitched, "Academics knows no borders."
Show-off~
I almost forgot, although Snape is a half-blood, he also lived in Muggle society during his childhood.
"Blood possesses magic and holds an extremely important position in many dark arts and ancient magic, it's not as simple as just the liquid in blood vessels."
With a gentle flick of his wand, a roll of parchment automatically flew out from a nearby bookshelf and unrolled in front of them, Snape lightly tapped a diagram on the parchment.
"Blood comes from the bones, it is essentially a physical extension of the soul, so if your soul remains unchanged, even if you lose an entire arm, you can grow back the corresponding bones and then produce the corresponding blood from within, using the properties of the soul, potions, and magic."
"This is also the fundamental theory behind many healing spells, and even resurrection spells."
"If your soul is severely damaged, even with the most profound resurrection spell, no matter how you cast the spell, you might permanently lose a certain organ. If it's a vital internal organ, unfortunately, you can't be revived even by the most profound spell." At this point, the corners of Snape's mouth turned up in a sneer.
"Based on this, your plan to drain the blood from its vessels is only superficial blood collection."
"Using a spell to burn all of a creature's energy to supply blood production, and finally draining the blood, this is deep blood collection."
"We feed the creature suitable potions, making it continuously and endlessly generate blood, this is extraction-style blood collection."
"If we touch upon the deepest level, we can transform the entire creature, including its bones, into blood, and even merge its soul into the blood, this is 'spirit-rich blood', the most top-tier potion ingredient."
"Similarly, feeding it different potions, and even the wizard's emotional state during blood collection, will all produce different effects."
"Blood collection is an art, we have countless methods of blood collection tailored to the potions we intend to brew."
Snape had clearly researched this to a very profound level.
From one in the morning, he talked all the way until four in the morning, only then barely finishing the theoretical knowledge.
He spoke with great enthusiasm, and Anton listened with rapt attention.
Finally, Snape roughly stuffed the sub-dragon species back into its cage and kicked Anton out the door, "If you disturb my sleep again, I will kill you!"
Anton nodded, "Okay."
Snape hesitated for a moment, "Every Saturday, you come to my office."
Anton continued to nod.
Bang!
The office door was slammed shut forcefully.
Heh, you tsundere.
Anton was deeply moved, every piece of knowledge in the wizarding world was extremely precious, and it was clear that what Snape had just taught was his private stock.
It had already gone beyond the scope of a general Potions class.
Truly amazing.
He waved his wand, and a thick notebook flew out of his satchel, several ballpoint pens of different colors quickly recording the content from just now.
Anton walked back, lost in thought.
This was not just a lesson on blood collection for potion ingredients, Snape had drawn on a wide range of sources to explain a complete systematic framework from blood to soul to spells.
Anton, who already had an excellent foundation, could extend countless ideas on his own.
Especially regarding the research on treating the werewolf Lupin and the Maledictuses Nagini and Anna.
One of the most direct observations was that Lupin's blood in his human state was human blood, but after turning into a werewolf, the blood in his vessels was dark red with a faint dark green glow.
During the research at that time, the goblin Pedro had very solemnly warned everyone not to get even a single drop of this blood on them, as the high concentration of lycanthropy venom in it was no joke.
And based on Pedro's explanation of the changes in Lupin's soul state between his werewolf and human forms.
Anton's research, which had hit a bottleneck, began to have new ideas.
If the differences in an individual's blood are determined by the soul, can the soul's changes be influenced in reverse?
This is definitely possible, because when a wizard is bitten by a werewolf's fang, the first thing to be infected should be the blood, which then causes a change in the soul.
Although he hadn't figured out the rest, a starting point had been gently pulled from the tangled mess of his bottlenecked thoughts.
Anton, deep in thought, waved his wand, a sharp light flashed, and a small cut opened on his finger, two milliliters of blood levitated in front of him with a Levitation Charm.
He changed his hand gestures again, waving his wand and muttering incantations.
Observing blood alone with the 'Goblin's Eye' secret technique was something he had never tried before.
Just then, his brow furrowed, through the thin layer of blood floating in mid-air, he could faintly see several figures.
A test tube vial floated out of his satchel and directly collected the blood.
Anton looked up, under the shadow of a huge suit of armor in the castle corridor, four little kids were squatting.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville.
The four of them had their eyes wide open, their mouths agape as if they could fit a toad.
Meeting Anton's questioning expression, Ron opened and closed his mouth, "Abba abba abba..."
Neville was completely speechless.
Harry's face was filled with terror, he stammered and pointed at the blood in the test tube, "You... you're in the school corridor in the middle of the night... using your own blood... what evil spell are you planning to cast?"
Spells, my foot, Anton rolled his eyes.
Hermione, on the other hand, rattled on like a machine gun, "Harry and Ron were going to duel Malfoy in the trophy room, but they were clearly tricked by Malfoy, who secretly told Filch, and Filch is now trying to catch us. It's all Harry and Ron's fault, I was trying to persuade them not to do it, that the house would lose points, and as a result, we even ran into a three-headed..."
Hermione spoke extremely fast, and stopped just as quickly, as if she realized she had said something she shouldn't have, and quickly covered her mouth.
Oh, even if she didn't say it, Anton knew, a three-headed dog.
The first-level boss in the obstacle course Dumbledore designed for Harry and his little friends.
"Go to bed early, staying up late affects your height and skin." Anton said lightly, a sentence that made Hermione's hair stand on end, and continued walking towards the Slytherin dormitory.
He hadn't taken two steps when a cat's piercing screech and the sound of pattering footsteps came.