Frozen Life, Long-Lasting Preservation, You Deserve It

Chapter 452 Frozen Life, Long-Lasting Preservation, You Deserve It (Mistake! Blood Curse Orc Potion)

A dazzling, deep blue ice covered Nagini's pale face.

Her expression was frozen in surprise.

"Whoosh—"

An extreme cold emanated from it.

That was an extreme cold that could freeze even time and life.

It originates from the veil between only death.

The body, its heart removed, was frozen in the moment before it completely collapsed.

Like a candle flame about to go out, barely clinging to life.

"Excuse me."

Ethan gazed at the iceberg before him that seemed to banish death, and grinned: "I am destiny."

A tragic and helpless death is anything but beautiful.

【————】

Nagini's eyes trembled slightly, and in her mirror-like pupils, the handsome and tall figure of the black-haired boy was reflected.

A sense of emotion mixed with sorrow emerged.

As if to say:

It's useless.

Her death was inevitable; such powerful magic could not be sustained indefinitely.

Wait for the icebergs to melt.

The cursed body, which has lasted for decades, will dissolve along with it.

Just like confirming her idea.

A line of dark blue text appeared before Ethan's eyes:

[The Frozen Prison is now in effect!]

[Estimated duration: 80 days]

"It can actually last for more than two months?" Ethan raised an eyebrow; this result had exceeded his expectations.

"As expected of magic extracted from the veil. Even a completely corrupted being like Nagini could be trapped for so long."

"If it were an ordinary wizard, he would probably be locked up for life."

At this time.

Ethan couldn't help but sigh, thank goodness he had his own people in the Ministry of Magic.

Otherwise, if you get locked inside, it won't be easy to escape.

"After this attack is over, Miss Auror should get another promotion."

"After all, there's practically no one else besides her."

Once everyone else is eliminated, the future will be bright.

Ethan nodded in satisfaction.

I feel that I have grasped the essence of the art of employing people.

For nearly three months, they seemed to have a lot of money.

however.

What Ethan is trying to do is something that no one has ever done in decades or even centuries!

A healing potion for the Blood Curse Orcs!

"Nagini's death was partly due to a major outbreak of his own curse. If the curse can be cured, there might still be a chance for things to turn around."

Ethan muttered.

In any case, it's worth a try.

Not only is there a possibility of rescue, but also because Nagini is Voldemort's Horcrux and has absorbed the power of Death.

If we can turn him into our own, he will become another great general!

"Moreover, I always felt that there was a deeper connection between her and Death—"

Ethan's eyes sparkled.

Death's predecessor was Credence, a former Obscurial parasite.

Ethan didn't think so; Credence didn't care about Nagini and could become a god without any ties.

"We can't let Nagini die so easily."

Ethan finally came to his conclusion and snapped his fingers lightly.

The primary goal is to invent a potion to cure the blood-cursed orcs within these two months!

Fortunately, the new Potions Professor for this semester, Mr. Slughorn, is already conducting research on it.

"It's perfect timing. I've been so busy since the start of the semester. It's been a long time since I visited this old professor, and I wonder if he's adjusting well to campus life."

"Oh dear, this is truly a dereliction of duty on the part of the principal."

Ethan shook his head, a determined glint in his eyes!

He took one last look at Nagini in the iceberg, then thrust his silver-white rapier into the ground.

The pitch-black world of the soul shattered with a deafening roar.

wait for me.

The benevolent Mr. Lamp will not abandon any devout believer.

"Professor Walrus, I hope you won't disappoint me."

Ethan closed his eyes.

Body and mind are rapidly plunged into reality.

Hogwarts, Potions Classroom.

"Well done, you did a great job, Mr. Potter!"

Slughorn praised Harry loudly, patting him repeatedly on the back.

They looked at this well-known "former savior" with the eyes of someone looking at a rare collectible figure, making the latter blush and laugh shyly.

Slughorn is very satisfied with his current life.

Upon entering Hogwarts, he was like a diligent, fat bee, busily collecting cards and gathering outstanding students.

Relaunch the Slug Club and attract new forces.

Let's share delicious pineapple preserves and even more delicious connections.

They were so busy that they left the research and development of those blood curse orc potions to the Merlin family.

Since this thing can't be developed anytime soon anyway, why waste time?

Professor Snape, however, had reminded him: "What you promised Ethan should be the top priority of all things, and you should do your best to fulfill it."

But Slughorn still didn't think it was a big deal.

Demon blood is an extremely rare curse.

Could it be that a blood-cursed orc is about to suddenly appear, in dire need of healing?

Haha, how could such a coincidence happen!

Coincidentally, their newly appointed principal has been busy with something lately.

Slughorn is doing very well.

Their figures have become rounder.

Time flies, and Christmas is just around the corner.

Inside the potions office.

Slughorn looked in the mirror, checked his appearance, loosened his polka-dot tie a little more, pinched his prominent, multi-layered chin, and sighed, "Ah, getting old."

[I've gained weight.]

The mirror said mercilessly.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

Slughorn muttered to himself, then his face lit up with barely suppressed joy and smugness.

Today, a Christmas dinner will be held, with him taking the lead.

Only "qualified" students will be invited.

This Hogwarts class is full of talent, comparable to the class of James and Lily from decades ago.

It can be said to be a re-enactment of his glorious moment.

"Lily————"

Thinking of that poor girl, Slughorn couldn't help but feel a little down.

But he quickly recovered.

With a reserved yet proud gait, she left the office and headed towards the banquet hall.

Tonight will undoubtedly be a glorious night.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The sound of soft-soled leather boots stepping on the brick floor echoed in the empty corridor.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky.

A cool, radiant light spilled down, reflecting a dark, chilly glow onto the silver surface of the armor.

"Hiss, have they already arrived at the venue?" Slughorn rubbed his wrists, muttering in confusion, looking around, "Why is there no one here—"

Perhaps it was after Ethan took office that strange things started happening in the castle (and a club was even formed specifically to search for ghost stories).

Slughorn always seemed neurotic and somewhat paranoid.

—The words of my colleague, Professor Snape, suddenly came to mind.

You'd better finish what Ethan asked you to do first.

A subtle sense of guilt crept into Slughorn's heart.

He quickened his pace.

Finally, he almost jogged, his creamy fat jiggling as he rushed toward the venue!

"Bang!"

Slughorn gripped the doorknob of the meeting room tightly, his eyes wide open, panting heavily.

He took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down.

Trembling, he took out a handkerchief and wiped away his sweat.

Then he laughed and said with a silly grin, "You scared yourself. Nothing happened."

"Alright, I can't appear in front of the students looking so flustered. Tonight is my moment to showcase my connections and expand my influence—my moment of glory!"

Slughorn clenched his fist, his eyes filled with anticipation.

After applying several radiant treatments, she flashed a perfect smile.

He pressed down on the handle and pushed the door open to enter.

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