NABC Chapter 691 Let him evolve
Chapter 691 Let him evolve
When Peter came in a hurry, he turned around and didn't see anyone. After he settled down, he used his keen sense of smell to come to an inconspicuous corner. In the semicircular depression covered by the projection of the decorative pillars, there was originally a squat that complemented the depression. The arc-shaped closet, at this time a person covered by a large cloak—judging from the smell seems to be a person—sit on a wooden chair, replacing the closet as the new protagonist in front of the decorative wall.
The office area of the International Magic Injury Treatment Center is clean and quiet, and the therapists and nurses of the center usually come and go, so this seemingly sick person sitting here is particularly awkward.
Two more therapists passed behind Peter, and the two talked without looking away, as if there was nothing but the people around them.
Peter stared blankly and sent the two of them into an office, and the corridor became quiet again.
"Rig?" Peter called hesitantly.
A chuckle came from inside the cloak, "I thought you didn't recognize me."
The man in the cloak looked up, startling Peter.
"How did you become like this?"
The effect of the returning ancestral balls on Heimdall was horribly obvious, and his drug resistance had reversed. His body seemed to be very adaptable to the earth-shaking changes brought about by the returning to the ancestors. one delay.There are still scales that are gradually decomposing on half of the face, and the green and green are particularly frightening against the smooth skin.
After all, Peter is not an ordinary person. As a werewolf, he is more psychologically acceptable to this kind of half-beast transformation than ordinary wizards. In his opinion, there is nothing to make a fuss about.In other words, he likes this side of Heimdall, which gives him a sense of belonging to the "kind", and he even welcomes the scene in front of him.
"What happened? Why are you sitting here?" Peter asked confused.
"The king didn't tell you?" Heimdall said.
The king is responsible for finding Peter. Heimdall needs someone to pass today's events back to IW. He cannot leave here yet.
"I can't understand the words of the beast... What kind of eyes are you?!" Peter was furious.
"Sorry," Heimdall immediately restrained himself. "It's hard to tell," he said, taking out a roll of parchment and handing it to Peter. "I wrote down everything that happened today on parchment, as well as some of my personal opinions, please hand them over to the boss."
"Why don't you go by yourself?" Peter took.
"I can't walk out like this, and..."
"And what?"
As soon as Peter uttered his doubts, Heimdall, who was curled up in a ball on the chair, suddenly jumped up, and Peter noticed a puddle of water under the chair.When the big black cloak wrapped around Heimdall was shaken, a row of beads was thrown out, dripping and splashing everywhere.
Peter took a step back, and Heimdall quickly walked past him, facing the wizards headed by Victor who came out of a room.
"How?" Heimdall asked anxiously.
"Temporarily stabilized," Victor said.
Heimdall breathed a sigh of relief.
"You don't seem to be well." Victor noticed that Heimdall's face was oozing blood, and his neck was a lot red.
"I'm fine." Heimdall waved his hand indifferently and turned to Anna. "Can I go and see it?"
"Yes." Anna nodded. "But it fell asleep again, don't disturb it, its sleep is very light."
"Let's go later." Heimdall believes that children grow their bodies through sleep, and patients recover through sleep. Children with big eyes are also patients, so they can't be careless.
"Thank you, Director." Heimdall really wanted to grab the healer's hand and shake it twice, but he was afraid that the scales and wet hands would offend him.
After hearing about the big eyes, the head therapist in charge of bone regeneration readily agreed to help with the treatment, so Heimdall was very grateful to him.
The chief therapist said gently: "I can only do my best, except for bone regeneration, I can't help much. Although I personally think that there is nothing wrong with my treatment, I still suggest that you turn your eyes to St. Meyman. Check out Dean Udall Alexander, who is the best in our field."
"You are too modest," said Heimdall. "We will seriously consider your suggestion."
The chief therapist's face became serious, "Although the bones can regenerate, I can't do anything to repair the organs and eyes. Saying this may be a big blow to you, but I still want to tell you that its condition is very bad. The damage has exceeded its ability to repair itself, and it is completely in a state of self-depletion, and if it goes on like this..." During the contact with the big eyes, the director has already regarded the big eyes that resemble humans and can speak simple words as ordinary human children .
Heimdall swallowed, "How long will it survive if left unchecked?"
"Within a week."
Heimdall nodded, "I see."
The chief therapist observed the other person's expression, and then smiled. He didn't see the slightest intention to give up on Heimdall's face.
"If you need my help, Anna knows where to find me." The director and Wick nodded and turned to leave.
Peter realized what might have happened, but seeing Heimdall's expression, he swallowed the idea of breaking the casserole.
"I'll go back to IW first," Peter said.
Heimdall smiled, "I asked you to make a special trip."
Peter pretended to be annoyed and tapped his shoulder, "I'll get angry if you're so polite!" He turned around and beckoned the king to go with him, but the king refused to cooperate.
Peter's menacing anger was about to erupt again, but Heimdall stopped him, "I will send the king back."
Peter left alone with Heimdall's report sheet.
Heimdall threw a few more "clear water like a spring" at himself, and opened the wet book.
"I've thought of a few candidates during this time, what do you think?"
Victor took the notebook.Anna leaned over to glance at it, and asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?"
"Consult Big Eye," Victor said.
Anna listened and looked again, "...Professor Andrew Lange has a license as a healer and is also an excellent potion expert; Mr. Francisco Javier Hernando is a magizoologist; this Heinrich Who is Grigojevich Beria?"
"Outstanding alchemist, maybe he can find a solution for the missing organs of the big eyes." Victor hesitated for a while. "Can they come in?"
Anna knew that her son was afraid of getting her into trouble, "Anyway, the director is blocking it."
Heimdall said in a very official way, "If it doesn't work, I will call my father and ask him to say hello to the person in charge of the treatment center."
Anna smiled slightly, "There should be no problem now."
After hugging Heimdall and kissing his cold little lips, the master set off to invite these experts.
Contrary to Heimdall's expectations, Mr. Hernando, who has a lot of people and affairs, was the first to arrive. After thinking about it, it is not impossible. Everyone knows that Mr. Hernando, who claims to be an astronomer, is a magical animal idiot. .
"I'm so glad you can come... Is there something on my face?" Heimdall found Hernando looking at him with burning eyes, the expression was like a pea pod seeing a little pepper urchin.
"It's incredible..." Hernando's beard was blown up, and he took out a monocular magnifying glass and hung it on his face, trying to have a close contact with Heimdall, whose atavistic features have not faded.
"Don't ignore the important point, I am not the one who needs your advice!" Heimdall couldn't laugh or cry.
Hernando, who was about to fly up, was hugged by two people who suddenly came out, one on the left and the other on the right.
Heimdall took a closer look and wondered, "Didn't you go back?"
It was Amt and Derek who had left earlier in the morning to restrain Hernando. Heimdall saw that the two of them were dressed the same as when they left, and they still looked ashamed and embarrassed.
"You didn't go back?"
"No." Amt and Derek smiled wryly. "I wanted to go back, but I couldn't bear it..."
"We won't trouble you, just let us watch from the sidelines." Mr. Amt said cautiously.
Derek nodded sharply beside him, "I promise not to disturb your important affairs."
Heimdall shrugged, "You can stay if you want."
The two were overjoyed.
"How long are you going to hold me?!" Hernando roared, almost hitting the two of them with his cane.
The two hurriedly let go, with a look of fear and sincerity.Hernando's name can be said to be known to everyone in the field of magical animals. They didn't know what kind of ambitious leopard guts they ate just now, and they rushed to arrest people as soon as their brains got hot.The two nodded and bowed, and Hernando waved his hands, deciding not to care about them.
"What's going on?" Hernando asked Heimdall.
"You don't know? Victor didn't say it?" Heimdall found that the old man's expression did not seem to be fake.
"I didn't say it."
"Then why do you want to come?"
"Krum told me that Stulusson needs help. I just finished the research a while ago, and I was idle, so I came to respond."
Heimdall was moved to tears by Hernando's willingness to act simply because he needed help for reasons unknown.
Unexpectedly, Hernando changed the topic, "I have studied the half-nyx blood of the Struluson family, but unfortunately I have been in a state of self-fantasy, and today I saw you like this again..." Hernando was so intoxicated. His cheeks were flushed, and Heimdall felt a chill.
"It's not me, I don't need you to worry about it!" Director Sturlusson hurriedly said. "But I will definitely not disappoint you, and I will trouble you to worry about it then."
"The less you tell me what's going on, the more interested I will be." Hernando said eagerly.
It didn't take long for Professor Lange to arrive, and when he saw Heimdall's appearance, he sighed. He didn't blame him, and he didn't even say a word about it. He just patted Heimdall on the shoulder to let him take care of himself.
Heimdall laughed dryly.
When Hernando was getting impatient, Beria finally arrived, followed by Victor.
Seeing that several people were present, Heimdall explained the situation after a brief exchange of greetings, and led several surprised wizards into the room where the big eyes were.The situation of the big eyes placed in the special hospital bed filled with sea water was extremely shocking. Lange and Beria shook their heads; Hernando took a deep breath and burst out with anger.
"Who did it?! Which wolf-hearted thing is so cruel?!" Hernando stomped angrily on the cane wrapped in iron at the bottom, and his limp became more obvious when he walked quickly.
"The bone regeneration therapist in the center has repaired the bones of the whole body for the big eyes, but the organs cannot be regenerated by today's wizard treatment. Maybe they can be transplanted from animals of the same kind, which is not very good for the purebred Lusalka. Reality." Heimdall looked at the thoughtful Beria. "Can alchemy do it?"
"No problem. To put it bluntly, alchemy is creating something out of nothing. Restoring organs is not a big project, just leave it to me." Beria's assurance was like a shot in the arm, lifting Heimdall's heart that had been heavy for a long time.
Heimdall smiled brightly at Victor, and it was the sweetest thing they had heard since their reunion with Big Eyes.
Hernando couldn't help being awed after hearing Beria's words, and the way he looked at Beria also changed qualitatively.
"Where did you find the alchemist?" After looking around the big eyes twice, he couldn't help but gossip with Heimdall.
"I've known you before."
"How did you meet?"
"Why are you so interested?"
Hernando gave him a blank look, "Do you know how many wizards who can be called alchemists are still in the wizarding world? This profession has declined as early as the middle of the last century. It is hard to imagine that it is described in history books." It was a sharp weapon that pushed the wizarding world to become independent from Muggles, and more wizards regarded alchemy as a tool for cheating and abducting—it is true that a group of bad apples tarnished alchemy, and wizards no longer believed in the meaning of alchemy. Fantastic and profound.”
"Do you believe it?" Heimdall asked.
"To be honest, I was skeptical before, but now..." Hernando hesitated. "Let's see the result."
The chief therapist of the treatment center used the fireplace to get in touch with the dean of St. Meyman while tasting supper, and informed about the situation of Big Eyes. Unexpectedly, the dean of St. Meyman came to the door in the middle of the night and asked for help. Eye follow-up.Heimdall enthusiastically invited the dean in.
At this time, the scales on Heimdall's face had almost receded, so he lifted his cloak and hat to meet people.
Seeing that Heimdall was alone with no one around, Beria sat beside him and said mysteriously, "I have an idea."
Heimdall was eating, and after listening to his words, he hurriedly took two bites and put it down.
"You speak."
"I told Krum my thoughts on the way here, and he didn't object, but he didn't immediately nod."
Heimdall was confused, "What idea?"
Beria seemed to be immersed in his "incomparable ideas" and couldn't extricate himself, constantly affirming himself.
"There is no better idea than this. Before I came here, I communicated with my grandpa. Grandpa thought it was feasible. The stubborn old man praised me for the first time. Do you know how difficult it is, how difficult it is?" Started to complain, and decisively crooked the building.
The numb-faced head of the office, Stulusson, thought hard but couldn't find the key words, so he could only let the complaint go to the end.
"Don't worry, Krum has already been there."
Heimdall was even more confused, "Where did you go?"
"Gringotts Wizarding Bank, he has already produced the letters left by Headmaster Vasilyevich and Yolf respectively."
Heimdall let out an "oh", and after a while, a certain thought sprouted, and the excitement broke out from the bottom of his heart.
"Can it be done with big eyes? Is this method feasible?"
Beria knew that he understood what he was talking about, and proudly announced: "As long as all the conditions are met, you can definitely give it a try."
"Won't it hurt big eyes?"
"There will be no harm, the most is that the result is unsatisfactory."
Heimdall finally felt relieved, looked down at his wet hands, and clenched them tightly.
"You already heard?" Victor sighed. "I wanted to tell you myself."
Heimdall held his hands, "I don't pay attention to the process, I only care about the result."
Victor squeezed him backhandedly, "I think it's worth a try."
Heimdall nodded, "No wonder everyone ran out excitedly. Mr. Amt and Mr. Derek kept muttering."
"Beria made a list and asked to find all the people on the list, otherwise he can't guarantee that the process can continue to the end."
"They are all professionals, and without them, we have nothing to do."
"We are parents, all we can do is sit in a chair and wait for an answer," Victor said.
The dean of St. Meyman communicated with the person in charge of the treatment center all afternoon, and the International Wizarding Injury Treatment Center opened a small meeting room for them that is not usually used.There are no windows in this conference room, and when the lights go out and the door is closed, you can't see your fingers.
Before the plan was officially launched, Beria called everyone into this meeting room.
Most of the people present did not understand the purpose of calling them here. Most of them accepted the invitation for the sake of old friends. One possibility was out of confidentiality requirements; at the same time, it was also a voluntary choice.Not even telling everyone the purpose is really [-]% "freedom".
Beria asked Amt and Derek to distribute to everyone a previously prepared non-disclosure agreement, which at first glance seemed very unreasonable.Asking them to sign without even telling the content of the performance is a bit deceptive.Some people raised objections, but Beria did not change his tune, preferring to sign or not.
3 people announced their withdrawal on the spot.Because they didn't know anything, and naturally they couldn't tell others, Beria happily let them go.
Some of the remaining people signed the agreement as soon as they got it; some hesitated to put pen to paper;Beria waited patiently for the completion of all the agreements, and during this process, two more people retreated.
In front of everyone, Beria handed over a stack of agreements to Nulun, the person in charge of Gringotts in Turkey.Nulun carefully counted the agreement, and then counted the number of people present.Then he bowed his lower body in the direction of Heimdall, and quickly left the meeting room.
"All of our agreements are kept in the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which is the safest place in the world. President Newland promised that Ankara Gringotts will use the most severe iron and fire spells to ensure their safety. There is nothing more trustworthy about sex than the promise of a goblin."
"You old bastard! You have been arguing for a long time and refused to tell us what is going on. Now that the agreement has been signed, tell us quickly, or I will beat you so hard that your grandfather won't even recognize you!" The old woman was still wearing a thick sweater with gradient colors in the June weather, holding a huge pipe in her hand, and spraying blue smoke everywhere as soon as she opened her mouth.
The three wizards Beria invited were the first wave of signatures. Beria kept his work secret and didn't even disclose it to his own friends.Although these friends were full of doubts, they still happily signed. This kind of friendship is really not a problem.
"I think everyone has seen the situation with big eyes just now..."
Before Beria could finish speaking, the old woman began to curse again.
"If I let my mother meet that scum who wants to kill lives, I will pull out his testicles!"
The male compatriots present unanimously put their legs together.
Beria didn't dare to interrupt the old woman, but luckily the old woman yelled just that.
"My plan is to use magic to stimulate Lusalka and make it evolve." As soon as Beria said this, the following immediately began to whisper.
"Lusalka evolution?" These are the magical animal researchers invited by Hernando, in other words, I can't believe my ears.
"This is a pioneering work that has never been done before, and it is very likely that no one will come after it." This is Professor Roy Laurent, a professor of Potions at Durmstrang College who came here at the invitation of Lange.
Sitting next to Professor Laurent, besides Lange, were the current vice-principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Professor Severus Snape, and Professor Lange's teacher, former Estonian justice Andrew Ansip.The four exchanged glances, realizing that there was a long way to go from now on.
"It's not unprecedented." Beria introduced. "Nordic wizards including Sturlusson in ancient times helped Lusalka evolve from a water demon to a human. At that time, both wizards and Muggles lived with nature. Lusalka was the first in the world. A magical animal that can evolve into a human, and the marriage between the Stulusson family and Lusalka was a long time ago. Of course, not all water monsters can evolve successfully, and they must have innate conditions."
Hernando's gang raised their hands scramblingly, "Then can we understand that the reason why you summoned us here means that the big eyes have already met the conditions for evolution?"
"To be honest, it's not [-]% ready, so we are needed." Beria took out a stack of parchment wrapped in leather that looked very old. "That's the main reason why I asked you to sign non-disclosure agreements. The things recorded in it will benefit everyone in this room. I can't believe that I will be so lucky one day to be able to read them in my own hands. Thanks to Mr. Heimdall Strulusson and Mr. Victor Krum for giving us such precious research notes." At this point, Beria changed his tone and said with a smile: "Please be sure to abide by the confidentiality Agreement, if one day I hear something I shouldn't hear... I have plenty of ways to disturb a person until he dies."
At that moment, no one thought he was joking.
Heimdall and Victor were invited to the stage, their expressions were very dignified, and the people below were not in the mood to applaud.
"I don't know how to thank you all. In short, I will remember the great kindness of everyone here." Heimdall bowed deeply after finishing speaking.
The old woman in a thick sweater exhaled a puff of smoke, "Honey, it's too early to say thanks. I don't have any other requests. After everything is done, accompany my sister to the beach to watch the sunrise."
Heimdall agreed with a smile.
A voice shouted, "I don't ask much, just let me watch ten Kroom's Quidditch games for free."
Before the voice fell, he was attacked by the group.
"That's not too much to ask? Do you know how many Galleons were fired for Krum's game tickets?!"
All in all, we try our best to meet the upcoming unprecedented severe challenges with a relaxed mood.
Experts in various fields individually copied the parts of Vasilyevich and Yulf's notebooks about their majors, and gathered together to study them, hoping to understand them in the shortest possible time.
"It's amazing." The former judge Ansip said after reading the manuscript of the two. "Especially Principal Vasilyevich. His discoveries, creations, and unique ideas, even his denials, are so sharp that they cannot be refuted. I really can't believe that such a person once lived in our world."
The potions team was the first to enter the meeting room. They needed to arrange the wards, and the temperature and humidity of the wards must be controlled within a certain range.Three professors from three wizarding schools work together, supervised by Ansip.
Before the big eyes were transferred to the conference room, Rommel still made a trip in person.
"With such a big commotion, how could I not come." Rommel hugged his son for a while. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Sure." Heimdall said firmly. "Victor and I have already contributed our own blood, and there is no turning back. Even if the artificial evolution fails this time, I will raise Big Eyes as my own child. Dad, I know this request is ridiculous, Please don't try to persuade me."
Rommel wrapped his arms around Heimdall's shoulders and sat silently on the chair with him.
After the big eyes were properly placed, Dean St. Meyman came over after hearing the news and volunteered. After discussion, the expert group unanimously agreed, and the dean readily signed the non-disclosure agreement.
Before the first artificial evolution was carried out, Heimdall and Victor were accompanied by Professor Snape into the conference room to appease Big Eyes.Maybe the big eyes had a premonition of something—Heimdall always thought it was a sensitive and intelligent child—he always behaved very quietly, and Heimdall was very happy to see the long-lost look in his eyes.
That's a good sign, he told himself.
The process may take longer than expected, said Beria, who looked tired after the first phase.Before the start of the second stage, he returned to Wildberry Village, brought the portrait of the ancestor Vladimir Pavlovich Beria, and hung it in the meeting room, hoping that the ancestor could help them .But Vladimir sees otherwise in the portrait.
[I will not interfere, I will not talk too much, I will pretend to be deaf and dumb when you ask me anything.If the living people move out their ancestors to fight for you as soon as they encounter difficult problems, can those of us who are dead still sleep peacefully? ] This is not unreasonable.Beria led all the participants to bow respectfully.
It took eleven hours to complete the first stage alone, and the dawn was still far away from them.
With Vladimir's suggestion, Victor broke away from the ranks of useless parents and became one of the members participating in the evolution plan. Heimdall watched him into the conference room with envy and hatred He let the gate close in front of his eyes.
Under the cold gaze of the three Potions professors, he returned to school disheartened to meet the scheduled final exam.Since there is nothing you can do, then do what you can.
Heimdall stayed up late reading for many consecutive days, and looked out of the glass window of the dormitory from time to time. When dawn came, he would comfort himself that no news is good news.On the morning of the fourth day, he walked to the exam with Draco in the morning light.
"Your face is terrible." Draco, who didn't know what happened, didn't notice any other difference except that his cousin had been out of control recently.
"Didn't sleep much last night."
The current situation of the cousin who has nothing to do and knows how to relax his mind makes Mr. Sturluson very envious.
The final exam will take three to five days, and the sixth and seventh grades are all five days.
The written test of Defense Against the Dark Arts on the first day was fairly simple, and Heimdall, who was absent-minded, almost got an own penalty for filling in the wrong blanks. Fortunately, he found that no irreparable mistakes were made in time.Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of his specialty subjects. If he misses this subject, let alone the professor, he will beat himself up.
The operation test in the afternoon was nothing to worry about. Heimdall successfully cast the spell stop magic, which prevented the opposite student from spraying him with an extra-large dung egg in time - the attack magic is optional, and it can be within the range allowed by the invigilator.After the invigilator completes scoring, the two groups exchange.Heimdall thought that the other party's expression when he threw the bat spirit spell on him just now was not friendly, so he poured out a pack of translucent slime slugs that were as disgusting as snot.The other party’s spell was not cast fast enough, the spell stopped working, and the students covered in slime screamed and rushed out of the classroom regardless of the invigilator’s warning—[-]% forgot the invigilator or he could completely make the things on his body disappear trace.
Among the two groups of students facing each other, except for Heimdall who remained expressionless as if he was not in a state, the other students were laughing unsteadily.
Draco, who had witnessed all this, shook his head old-fashionedly. Looking at his cousin's expression, he knew that he was not in a good mood, and that classmate just hit the muzzle of the gun.