The Necromancer of Hogwarts

"Exchange blood?!"

Zuo Wei turned pale and was surprised by Xiang Yu's words.

"That's too dangerous!"

There was a cold light in Xiang Yu's eyes.

"It doesn't matter."

"After passing this level, the magic world is no longer a dragon's pond and a tiger's den for me. From now on, the sea is as wide as a fish can leap, and the sky is as high as I can fly."

"Go get ready."

……

Time passed day after day, and soon, Xiang Yu's eleventh birthday was two days away.

Xiang Yu already knew his physical condition clearly. Although he didn't know his origin, it was easy to calculate his birthday.

At this time, he was already lying in a well-equipped private ward.

The location of this private ward is rather strange.

Generally speaking, hospitals try to avoid places like factories as much as possible, hoping to have good air quality.

But Xiang Yu chose to set up the private ward on the periphery of an industrial park.

Naturally, there is no peculiar smell in the ward, but outside, you can smell the pungent smell in the air.

A few days ago, two well-known doctors came to the ward through the exhaust gas outside.

They also criticized the location of this ward, saying it was not conducive to Xiang Yu's postoperative recovery.

But Xiang Yu only expressed it lightly.

"Don't ask too much, don't think too much."

"I am the legal heir of a big family. Many people want my life. It is safest to choose here."

Although the two doctors were worried after hearing this, they could not refuse this temptation because the remuneration was so generous that it would give them financial freedom.

On this day, Xiang Yu went through the entire plan in his mind. After confirming that everything was OK, he said to the two doctors: "Let's get started."

The two doctors looked at each other and began the operation in an orderly manner.

There is a very good reserve of blood with the right blood type.

The surgical equipment is also very superior.

Under such conditions, the blood transfusion surgery depends on Xiang Yu's physical condition.

The needle was inserted into Xiang Yu's blood vessel and began to draw Xiang Yu's blood.

When the safety limit is reached, external blood is injected again, and medicines are injected to balance the blood indicators.

Then the blood was drawn again, and a large amount of blood was drawn out before blood transfusion was started, and then medicine was injected again to stabilize the condition.

After repeating it for several rounds, Xiang Yu's face became paler as the operation progressed.

Waves of dizziness came from my mind, and my eyesight turned black.

A large amount of blood was drawn, causing stars to appear in front of his eyes.

Even with external blood input, the discomfort still made him feel nauseated.

The two doctors had worried looks on their faces.

Even a strong adult would be vomiting and panicking due to severe discomfort at this time. They didn't expect that Xiang Yu didn't seem to have reached his limit.

Xiang Yu gritted his teeth slightly and said, "Continue, continue to change my blood. There is nothing wrong with my body."

The two doctors looked at each other and had no choice but to continue.

……

In the last twelve hours before he turned eleven, two doctors performed the last blood transfusion and then ended the operation.

"Even if you are a child, hematopoietic stem cells are much more active than adults, but it will take at least several days to create your own new blood of sufficient concentration."

"We have fulfilled your request."

Xiang Yu grinned, but the light in his eyes on his pale face was as sharp as a knife.

"enough."

"You two, please leave. Please go to a place to stay for a while, and then someone will naturally take you away."

After the two doctors left, a faint fire lit up in Xiang Yu's eyes.

Squeak, the door of the ward was pushed open.

The undead terminator walked in.

At this time, its body surface has been covered with a layer of artificial skin. Of course, this artificial skin only looks realistic, but in fact it has no skin function.

But that's enough.

There is also a black intertwined pattern of skulls and snakes printed on its arm. At first glance, it looks almost indistinguishable from the mark of the dark devil.

"The power of technology..."

Xiang Yu had a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

The undead terminator grabbed the syringe and inserted it into several blood bags, which contained Xiang Yu's original blood.

Then it inserted the needle into its own body, which already had artificial microscopic tubes attached to the muscles and skeleton. It was considered a simple artificial blood vessel Internet cafe.

As the needle pushed forward, Xiang Yu's blood settled in the artificial blood vessels in the undead terminator's body.

Xiang Yu looked at the Necromancer carefully, finally nodded, and breathed out gently.

"finished."

"Then who was detected under the magic of admission to Hogwarts?"

……

Hogwarts was also extremely lively at this time.

Elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic gathered here, staring intently at a student roster in the Hogwarts Tower, with the Hogwarts admission magic attached to it.

As the little wizards grow up, the magical animal blood in their bodies will gradually come into play and become more and more obvious.

Generally speaking, by the age of 11, the magical beast bloodline has been sufficiently expressed to be detected by the Hogwarts entrance magic.

At this time, the name and location of the little wizard will appear on the roster, making it easier for Hogwarts professors to guide students to enroll.

But now, nearly twenty elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are here, all staring at the roster nervously.

"We checked the information. When the bell rings at zero o'clock, some people say that the descendant of the mysterious man is his child - the demon known as the Son of Death. He will reach the age of eleven and be able to be killed by Hogg. Watts’ entrance magic test location.”

"When his location appears, all personnel will be dispatched. We must find this devil, life or death!"

The Minister of Magic also came here, looking quite nervous.

"Never treat him like a child. No mercy."

"He is a notorious wanted criminal in the wizarding world. He was able to escape from Azkaban at the age of six and killed more than a dozen prisoners in Azkaban!"

"We don't even know what magic he used. Experts suspect that it was evil magic inherited from the mysterious man. We can't trace it back, and not even the dementors can stop him."

The Minister of Magic's eyes showed murderous intent.

"As long as he lives, he will be a threat to the magic world. Maybe the mysterious man will be resurrected from him!"

"In this operation, you can use the Death Curse without any scruples, and the Wizengamot also agrees with our approach."

The elite Aurors all nodded and stared at the roster.

Click.

Click.

The last time passed as long as a century.

As the Aurors waited anxiously, finally, the hour, minute and second hands on the bell tower coincided.

Boom!

There was one more name on the roster, which was the name given to the family by Death's son when he was born.

After the name, there is a specific location.

There was a cold light in the eyes of the Aurors, and nearly twenty Aurors immediately took action, walking outside Hogwarts and arriving at a place where they could disapparate.

Boom!

The bells are still ringing, the death knell of the son of death.