The blood volume in the adult body is one-ninth. In theory, this level of blood loss will cause mild or early shock symptoms, such as palpitation, shortness of breath, dry mouth, fatigue, etc., which is not considered harmful to the wizard. On the contrary
, in the opinion of many old-school wizards, moderate bloodletting health therapy has some benefits for the human body.
Therefore, after hearing Dr. Duzem's plan, Professor Monteria's attitude quietly changed. The two powers had slowly compromised in their hearts, and subconsciously planned the possibility of completing this matter.
"You can't do it in school," the professor said in a very soft voice, his face still hidden in the shadow of the hood, as if this would make him feel more at ease: "There are too many eyes on her in the school, causing trouble without authorization, and damaging our experiments.
There’s no benefit whatsoever.”
"But when she became an adult, she was very alert and would hardly leave school alone."
Dr. Duzem slowly walked to the bookcase, dug out two of his own eyes, threw them into a glass filled with medicinal solution, and slowly washed them, analyzing what he had observed before: "...and she was alone.
When they leave school, they usually look like children, and there is no way to safely draw a pint of blood...so Beta Town is not an appropriate choice."
Obviously, he has always been very concerned about the Philosopher's Stone that he 'lost'.
Professor Monteria took a deep look at the owner of the study room, glanced at the tall full-length mirror in the corner of the room, and murmured: "If you were lost in the mirror for decades, and then wandered in the dreamland for decades, you
She will also become alert... Since school and Beta Town are not good, let's wait until she leaves these two places."
"for example?"
"Winter Hunting."
The professor's voice became colder and colder, and the plan became more and more detailed: "The reform of the school hunting competition this year has been very effective, so this year's winter hunting will follow the rules of the hunting team instructor... As the instructor of the marginal hunting team, she
There is a high probability that she will receive the task of guarding the hunting team secretly... which means that she needs to enter the edge of the Silent Forest."
A rough plan is drawn up.
The study immediately fell into an oppressive silence, except for the slight knocking sound of the glass rod stirring the eyeballs in the cup, there was no other sound.
After a long time, Dr. Duzem's voice sounded again: "Will it attract her father's attention?"
Ever since they planned to take action on the Philosopher's Stone, the two of them had tacitly avoided using words in the conversation, for fear of attracting the attention of some unknown being.
"I thought you had already considered this possibility at the beginning of the plan." There was a trace of ridicule in Professor Monteria's voice unconsciously, but he was not overly sarcastic. He simply analyzed: "Although we have some concerns about her.
It is an attempt, but there is no conceptual malice, and it will not touch those high sights. Of course, for the sake of safety, when performing this task, in addition to the necessary anti-divination and shielding magic, a certain degree of confusion magic can also play a good role.
Effect."
Dr. Duzem raised his head, looked at the professor standing at the door with his empty, bloodshot eyes, and nodded slightly:
"You are an expert in this area. If you need anything, just ask."
The professor raised his hand and politely pulled the brim of his hat to sign off.
After opening the door, he did not leave immediately, but stayed at the door for a few seconds.
"By the way,"
Standing at the door, Professor Monteria turned his back to the owner of the bookstore and reminded him in his usual stiff tone: "As a professor who runs a laboratory at First University, it is normal for wizards who have intersects with the research scope to come and go during the day.
If I sneak into your research institute at night, others will notice me."
As he spoke, his figure continued to fade away, and before the last word was spoken, the whole person turned into a ball of smoke and disappeared from the place, leaving only the lingering sound of birds, which slowly dissipated after a long time.
Snapped.
The study door slammed shut.
Dr. Duzem put his skinny fingers into the glass, picked up his two eyeballs, carefully put them back into the eye sockets, then closed his eyes and rubbed several large holes around his eyes.
After a while, he closed his eyes, groped his way to the tall dressing mirror behind the door, and pulled off the velvet curtain covering the mirror.
The normally noisy full-length mirror seemed to be able to sense its owner's mood, and became extraordinarily well-behaved, holding its breath and refusing to say a word.
for a long time.
Dr. Duzem slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dark figure in the mirror through the dim light from the night outside the window.
"You look like a bedbug now."
He said to himself in the mirror.
…
…
“There’s an old saying, ‘There can only be one bug in a noodle’.”
Ruoyu, the vice-president of First University, murmured these words.
At this moment, he was sitting behind his tall desk, folding his hands and looking sideways at the deep night outside the window. The wide black robe drowned the equally wide high-backed chair under him. In front of the desk, on the steps
The sphinxes, vampires, werewolves and other statues below seemed like rocks submerged in the black tide, and could not be seen clearly in the dim light.
Apart from the old man, there was no other wizard in this huge palace-like office. But he did not say those words to himself, but to the puppet man sitting on the desk.
The puppet is wearing a black top hat, a straight tuxedo, dark striped trousers, and pointed shoes. He has a slender civilized stick spinning in his hand. His face is pale, his eyes are narrow, and there is a long, slender stick.
nose.
Hearing the old man speak, the puppet turned its brain very carefully.
It's a pity that it has neither heart nor brain.
So, after thinking for a moment, it had to give up thinking and asked curiously: "Professor, why can there only be one bed bug in the noodles?"
"Because when anyone finds a bed bug in their bowl, they will never bother to find a second one, but will just throw away the entire bowl of noodles."
The vice president of First University withdrew his gaze from the starry sky in the night, looked at the little puppet on the table, and said in a gentle tone: "Having said that, in real life, when many people encounter this situation, they will
I can’t bear to throw away the whole bowl of noodles, always thinking that the remaining noodles can be eaten after washing... It is a very shameful behavior to waste food at any time.”
"This sounds a bit contradictory." The puppet touched his slender nose and thought hard. After all, it is a puppet and does not need to eat noodles.
"A real contradiction."
The old man shrank into his seat again, which made him look even smaller. Then he turned his head and looked at the brilliant starry sky outside the window again, and murmured: "I dumped the whole bowl of noodles out of mental mysophobia; I don't want to
Throwing away the entire bowl of noodles is based on practical considerations... just like those experiments conducted by Professor Monteria in private."