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Chapter 311 Translation and Organization of Materials
Chapter 311 Translation and Organization of Materials
Inside the Eagle's Nest, time slipped away quietly amidst focused research. After completing the initial classification, the four-person team immediately plunged into more in-depth analysis. Fabian's table was covered with copies of labels intricately written ancient runes and Latin. Holding a heavy dictionary in one hand, he compared the labels with the other, while an automatic quill pen recorded the data beside him. His brow furrowed, he was completely absorbed in transcription and translation.
"Here—the iris of a Moon-obsessed Beast, soaked in a mixture of moonstone powder and dew. It must be collected under a full moon and can be used to enhance hallucinogenic drugs—" Fabian muttered to himself, quickly jotting down notes in his brand-new journal. "Caution: Long-term overuse may lead to impaired consciousness."
Ernesto leaned closer, looking at the magical photo with the label, a thoughtful expression on his face: "Moon-obsessed beasts—these creatures are very sensitive and fragile, and harmless. I only knew that their droppings had some effect on planting, but I didn't expect that their irises could be used after being processed like this. However, Moon-obsessed beasts can basically only be found in the mountains now, so I wonder how strong this amplification effect is."
"Slytherin's thinking is quite direct and unrestricted." Cullen looked up; he had just been drawing the magic circle patterns at the bottom of the observation pool. "His notes are full of experimental ideas that directly affect living organisms and even wizards themselves."
Wesley looked up from his parchment covered in sketches of the lab layout and made a face. "Seriously, some of these records are giving me the creeps. Look at this—" He picked up another fragment of notes that Fabian had just translated, "Subject Seven, uh, a mountain troll and—some kind of fire lizard variant? I couldn't make out the word, but anyway, after mixing and injecting their bloodlines, the skin petrified and experienced intermittent burning reactions, the strength increased significantly, but the intelligence further deteriorated, accompanied by uncontrollable berserk tendencies. In the thirteenth hour, internal magical conflict led to spontaneous combustion—failure." Merlin's socks! He was actually doing this—this kind of experiment that forcibly put different creatures together?"
“Not just different creatures.” Fabian adjusted his glasses, his eyes behind the lenses gleaming with an academic light, but also with a hint of barely perceptible worry. “Look at this annotation Karen mentioned earlier about unicorn tail hair—insufficient activity, repelling alien life force magic, useless.” His preferred alternative was—” He paused, then read the next label, “Thestral nerve fibers, after being cleansed by specific resentment energy, possess excellent conductivity for negative energy and soul magic, especially suitable for curses or binding devices that require life energy to operate.”
A brief silence enveloped the eagle's nest. Thestrals, creatures that can only be seen by those who have witnessed death, are inherently linked to misfortune and death.
"He considers the power of the unicorn, which represents pure life, as worthless, yet he favors the Thestrals, which represent death and resentment—" Wesley murmured, his voice filled with unease. "Only things that are useful to his experimental ideas are considered good, but the tail hairs of a unicorn shouldn't be used like that at all."
Ernesto's expression was also somewhat complex. He cleared his throat, attempting to take a more academic approach: "From a purely power perspective, Thestrals do indeed possess unique and powerful attributes. Slytherin clearly pursued the ultimate effect and control, even leaning towards experiments focused on darkness and evil, rather than—moral considerations. Look here—" He pointed to another record translated by Fabian, "Initial success in transplanting ganglia, possibly possessing the prophetic function of the Diviner's bird, into the experimental dwarf pupa. The recipient indeed exhibited brief premonition of impending danger, but the survival time did not exceed forty-eight hours. Conclusion: The difference in life forms is too great, and the soul's capacity is limited; a better carrier or an enhanced soul vessel needs to be found."
"He's even trying to transplant organs and abilities?" Wesley's voice rose an octave. "This is simply—"
"Crazy? You already said that," Karen continued, his gaze never leaving the complex magic circles. "But it's also extremely powerful and logically sound. Every step he takes, whether successful or not, is meticulously recorded and analyzed based on observation. He's not blindly experimenting, but systematically exploring the boundaries of magical creature power and the feasibility of translating it into practical applications. It's just that his method—" Karen paused, searching for the right words, "—"
Very direct, and without any regard for the cost to the test subjects.
"And his application goals are very clear," Fabian added, pointing to several notes that mentioned similar concepts. "The ultimate goal is to strengthen the wizard himself. Look at these—Dragon's Blood Concentrate (Hungarian Hornet) used to strengthen bones and muscles' resistance to magic (Note: Severe rejection reaction, requires powerful healing spells and sedatives)); Thunderbird Feather Root Pith Extract, attempting to induce an affinity for atmospheric charges (Note: Extremely low success rate, survivors experience nerve tremors)); Attempting to integrate the hair properties of invisible beasts into the wizard's skin through alchemical potions (Note: Causes localized skin transparency, but is uncontrollable and accompanied by severe itching)."
Ernesto took a deep breath: "Many pure-blood families do have ancient methods that claim to slightly enhance bloodline power through specific magical rituals or potions, but for Slytherin to do it—to extract the primal power of powerful magical creatures on such a large scale and in such a systematic way, and to attempt to forcibly integrate or bestow it—is far beyond the norm."
This is more like—creating a new species.
"But it could also be devastating," Wesley said in a low voice, pointing to a chilling record of a failed attempt to implant the bodily fluids of some dangerous dark magic organism into a Muggle application.
Karen listened silently, his quill pen moving continuously, connecting the information on the labels with the magic circle he was drawing, and with the stains on the experimental table and the remains of the equipment he had seen earlier. "The magic circle at the bottom of this observation pool," he pointed to a complex drawing he had just completed, "its core structure seems to lean towards 'binding,' 'stimulation,' and 'observation.' Combining these labels, it's very likely used for some kind of extreme testing on live experimental subjects, or to stimulate their potential abilities for observation and recording. He might not only be trying to enhance wizards, but also trying to turn Muggles into magical beings like wizards, or perhaps he's exploring the possible origins of wizarding."
He picked up another label: "And this one, mermaid tear gland secretion, extremely cold, used to neutralize the violent properties of dragon blood essence (limited effect)." This likely explains the broken crystal tube on the lab table and the surrounding charred marks—one or more failed attempts at energy neutralization.
The four worked together, piecing together fragmented information. Fabian provided the most direct textual information; Ernesto, relying on his pure-blood family's knowledge records, supplemented the information with possible background knowledge about biological characteristics and certain obscure magical concepts; Wesley deduced the function and usage scenarios based on the environmental layout and the appearance of the devices; and Karen oversaw the overall situation, using the memories and magic circle of the "Eye of Truth" to make the final connections and verifications.
Through the dust of a thousand years, they seemed to glimpse the figure of a brilliant yet ruthless researcher busily working in the secret chamber at the bottom of the lake: handling various dangerous and rare materials, conducting bold and even horrifying experiments, calmly recording successes and failures, all in an effort to explore the deeper mysteries of power.
"This knowledge—" Fabian looked at the ever-growing pile of translations before him, his voice somewhat dazed, "if it were to get out, I wonder what kind of uproar it would cause. Whether it's potions, magical biology, or—the realm of dark magic."
"So it must be kept secret." Karen's tone was firm, her gaze sweeping over her three roommates. "Not a single word must be revealed until we fully understand and determine how to safely utilize this knowledge. Especially the parts involving bloodline fusion and dangerous applications."
Ernesto nodded solemnly: "Some records in my family also mention that certain lost powerful spells are often accompanied by enormous costs and risks. Slytherin's research is undoubtedly the ultimate double-edged sword."
Wesley sighed. "Now I understand why Professor Castor was so serious. This is definitely not something a child should touch."
"But we're navigating this," Karen said calmly. "So we need to be more cautious, and rely more on collective wisdom and the guidance of mentors. Let's keep going; there are still many labels and documents to translate."