Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 102 "On the Powers of the Gods" by Isis Harrison
The soul of the earth is the collection of all footprints left by life in the world.

Bloodline is the best form of expression of this kind of trace, which means that the individual no longer just represents the individual, and thus sublimates into a collective.

It is so, it is so.

Allen instantly understood that the root cause of the influence of the werewolf blood on the earth soul was not the 'scar's footprint', but his current 'ancestor', traced back to the source of the magic wolf chasing the sun and the moon - Fennier!

The legend is true, the blood of the werewolf really comes from the magic wolf Fennir!
"grown ups?"

Seeing Alan whose demeanor was gradually changing, Scar was a little uneasy, but now that the matter was over, he could only trust his new boss.

Hearing the call, Allen calmed down his frantic gaze, and joy was reflected in his light green eyes.

This is a kind of joy that Scar can't understand, but now both parties are in a state of mind, so he can perceive this emotion.

If you really want him to describe it, there is only one word, enlightenment.

Like a saint seeing the light of the sky on a pilgrimage, with a bit of confusion, but more of a glimpse of the real firmness.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure, but I have to say that I have understood a lot of things."

Allen frantically recorded with his quill outside, "Because Experiment No. [-] does not yet have the ability to cast spells, the changes in the Sky Soul cannot be determined, but a lot of research data and phenomena about the Earth Soul have been provided."

"Just like the phenomenon observed when studying the title before, the earth soul can be influenced by the outside world, and the power of belief of everyone can be turned into the source of the earth soul's power."

"Now it seems that, in addition to the power of faith that can be used as the source of the earth soul, the power of blood also affects the individual soul through the earth soul."

"As for why the werewolf blood is so 'hip-pull', it may be related to Fennir's death. According to legend, this demon wolf was killed by Vidal. In stark contrast, Lilith, the ancestor of the blood clan, just disappeared in the long river of history and did not die. This shallow conclusion can be drawn from the fact that the blood clan still claims that they can receive gifts from Lilith."

"In addition, the blood of the werewolf affects the individual's mind through the earth soul, but if the individual human soul is strengthened, there is a high chance that it can fight against it. The egg of the lucky egg is the best potion to increase the positive emotions of the human soul. In the experiment just now, it really helped the experimental subject break free from the 'earth soul' backlash. There is indeed a wonderful chain reaction between the three souls."

"My lord, what should I do now?" Dao Scar pointed to the pack of giant black wolves that were staring at him outside. If it wasn't for the presence of my lord, these giant black wolves would attack and bite him like before, making him lose his mind again.

"Pour the medicine." Allen commanded Ji Lidan, asking her to pour the wolf's poison potion into Scar.

After the blue potion was poured, it formed an invisible rope, which appeared in Scar's soul, binding the giant wolves so that they could not bite Scar.

So it was, Allen continued to record.

"The wolf's poison potion acts on the soul, so when transforming, the werewolf still has a self-consciousness, but I don't know if the wizard who studies the wolf's poison potion can more accurately understand that the effect is actually the earth soul in the soul,"

"But now it seems that he probably doesn't have this kind of awareness, and this is where I can improve Wolf's Poison."

"The other thing is to increase the effect of the medicine that improves the power of the human soul. Maybe you can try to use cocktail therapy (using multiple medicines in the treatment to cooperate with the treatment) and add a ready-made potion of euphoria."

After Allen withdrew from Scar's mental space, he lifted the petrification curse for Scar.

Scar, who maintained the werewolf form, easily broke free from the chains on his body.

The brothers next to him swallowed, and one of them pointed a gun at Scar, and asked tentatively, "Boss?"

"Bli, you fool with money in the soles of your shoes, put down the gun."

Scar in the werewolf form kept his will completely, and yelled at his brother.

"Boss, are you alright?" Bully put down his gun in a dazed manner. Although his boss's appearance had 'changed', at least he was still conscious.

Scar shook his claws, feeling the current strength, "Of course I'm fine, I'm not only fine, but also stronger than ever before."

Allen looked up, "Don't let your arrogance cover up your wisdom. I don't want my subordinates to be a group of idiots with only power. Then I don't need to help you continue to study Wolfbane."

Scar looked at Allen in awe, "Yes, my lord."

Allen waved his hand, "Go to the nearby place to test strength, speed, physique, etc., and give me a list later. By the way, your current form can be self-restrained. Remember that you are the master of the blood, not the slave of the blood. Only in this way can you have hope of moving forward."

Although Scar didn't understand the meaning of Allen's words for the time being, he still remembered this firmly and followed his brother out of the room.

Leave it to Alan who continues to think about research.

Allen continued to write in his notebook, "Since it is said that Fennier can be trapped by a chain made of six items: cat's footsteps, woman's beard, bird's saliva, fish's breath, stone root, and bear's vigilance, can I research a magic potion once and for all based on this clue?"

"This requires more powerful knowledge as a reserve. I should go back and ask Snape."

After Allen asked for a way to contact Scar at any time, he left the base that day.

As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Stuart complained, "It's hard to come back for two days, and I don't know how to stay with me at home."

Allen hugged his mother, "Don't worry, after I find a way, I will sneak back when I have time."

"Or don't." Mrs. Stuart stopped the coquettish Allen, then remembered another thing and said, "Do you remember the girl who entered school with you last time?"

"Judy? What's wrong with her?" Allen looked at his mother strangely, not knowing how they got in touch.

"It's like this. Judy's mother divorced her father some time ago. Judy may not be in a good mood recently, so her mother asked me to ask you to take care of Judy at school. After all, um, you are all born in Muggle families."

It turned out to be like this, every family has its own hard-to-recite scriptures, Allen nodded, "I see."

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In Slytherin's dormitory, Judy opened the dormitory room, and the roommates who had been chatting enthusiastically turned cold in an instant. They silently walked out of the dormitory from Judy, as if seeing a broom star.

The last person to leave slammed the door shut with a bang.

Professor Snape could indeed help him sanction campus violence, but that was only superficial violence. Even the professor couldn't stop such cold violence.

Judy sat on her bed, her favorite doll lost a braid at some point, apparently cut off by some roommate 'accidentally'.

But she didn't pick up the doll to find Snape, her sea blue eyes were like an ocean bottomless, she casually put the doll back on the bed.

The 'love' she showed was just to protect herself and let those idiots focus on external objects instead of her being a living person. She has never liked dolls.

Taking out the magic book borrowed from Professor Harrison, Judy began to study seriously. What she needs most now is power. Only power can make the idiots here understand who is the boss.

Before that, she needs to hide carefully, because she is a dirty 'mudblood', a 'mudblood' that her parents despise!
Judy's eyes became colder and deeper, and suddenly a pair of light green eyes flashed in her mind, and a sweet blush appeared on her expressionless face.

She carefully pulled out a 'bookmark' from the magic book, which was the chocolate frog card that Allen gave her. Only Allen, only him, was the only light in her dirty world.

He was perfect, handsome, sensible, strong, knowledgeable, helpful, and powerful.

Therefore, I need stronger power to erase those things that stand in front of me and Allen.

Judy's smile subsided, and her gaze was refocused on the magic book in front of her, "On the Power of the Gods" by Isis Harrison.

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Ask for follow-up, ask for monthly ticket, ask for recommendation ticket
　Sure enough, only I am the dog.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)