Harry Potter's Bastard

Dark magic damage is now a second only magic damage to transformation damage. If a wizard can heal your transformation damage, then he will be able to inflict more severe transformation damage on you

The same is true of black magic.

Dealing with black magic is a form of healing, and the healer needs to have a more twisted mind and more mana than the spellcaster. Elrond wasn't a dark wizard in the absolute sense of the word like Voldemort. Although he has an in-depth study of the dark arts, his mind is not twisted enough to devour the magic that Filch left on Solim, so naturally he cannot do healing.

Choosing white magic is naturally a safer way. If healing with black magic is "devouring", then white magic is "banishing". One of the most important things about using white magic to heal black magic damage is to be able to counter the twisted minds of black magic, and magic is secondary.

Solim couldn't do that, and Elrond couldn't do it, so they had to find another way.

"It's no problem...... "In Condrad's private laboratory, Solim became the new test subject, a bunch of old men gathered around him, and under him lay not a bed, but a serious alchemy platform, and above Solim's head was a scale.

"But there is a hidden danger, his hands are the place where the black magic is most concentrated, and he is not allowed to touch anything, including his own body, which is really not a convenient thing for daily life. "

Condrad gave his opinion.

"Although the snake molt of the basilisk is a good thing, it is already a dead thing after all, and it is theoretically feasible, but no one can say whether there will be any problems in practical application. A white-bearded bald man squinted at Gilvais and said, "And I never knew that you guy still had this kind of thing, hiding it deep enough." "

"Since we are here, it means that we have already thought about this issue. Elrond said.

Consider, what consideration, Solim was lying with a question mark on that end.

"Although the snake molt seems to have an effect now, it ......"

"Scales. Elrond said one word, "Basilisk scales." "

The faces of the alchemists in the room changed. They weren't blind, and the snake that wrapped Solim's arm could tell a lot about it: how big the basilisk's scales were, how old the basilisk could be judged by the scales, and so on......

"No problem!" Condrad immediately reacted: "I don't take any benefits from you, we will make things for you, and your grandson's hand will also be handed over to us - what about the things?"

The alchemists began to rub their hands nervously, the scales of the thousand-year-old basilisk, they had never touched before. What alchemist wouldn't be curious when he came across this material?

"Don't take me a favor, is that so? huh?" Elrond squinted at Condrad.

"Have you forgotten something, like ......?"

"That's why I said I won't take any benefits...... "Okay, don't bother, get the stuff out and we'll get started." "

When he saw the box in Elrond's hand, Condrad let out a "huh".

"Isn't that the one I gave you? is it your grandson who is using it now?" Condrade smiled, "You're done with your son, and your son is out of your grandson...... It's almost becoming an heirloom in your lineage. "

Elrond glared at him, pulling out five Basque scales and a better, more complete snake molt. Solim had been listening to them with his ears open, and he now knew who made his chest.

"Six scales and a perfect snake molt, it should be no problem to make a glove, right?"

Although Elrond's strengths lie in spell solving and magic patterns, he is not ignorant of alchemy. His thinking in this regard had already been agreed with the alchemists in this room, and he knew how much material they needed.

"No problem. Condradeliso said, and a group of old men gathered around and began to excitedly stroke scales about the size of their palms.

"Needless to say, you old guy have these things in your hands, right?" Kondrad looked at Gilves, "You two can wear a pair of pants if you have a good relationship, don't say anything else, you give me three scales, and you owe me a penny!"

The three old guys began to quarrel......

Solim understood that the three old men, including his grandfather, owed each other debts. Elrond owes Gilves, Gilves owes Kondrad, and Condrade owes Elrond in the end...... It's all a triangular debt.

After the three old men had finished arguing, they finally began to talk about business.

"When will it be okay? Is three days enough?"

"What are you kidding? Three days?" Condrad jumped, "the scales of the basilisk, or the scales of the thousand-year-old basilisk, although this kind of thing is documented, we have no experience with this material at all. "

"So I gave you six tablets. Elrond hugged his arms, "You will use potions to top it these days, and it will be the same in the study after that pot is broken." I'm in charge of my grandson: this broken pot can be returned to him when you've studied enough. "

Solim didn't have a problem with the meditation basin, it was an ornament in his hands anyway. But speaking of which......

"Oh, yes, you reminded me. Kondrad patted his head and looked at Solim, "The meditation basin promised you last time has been ready, but it hasn't been delivered, just take it with you when you leave." "

"My left hand...... What will happen in the future?"

As a real "right-hand man", the importance is self-evident. Although Solim can use his wand skillfully with both hands, his arms are not only used to use them, but more importantly to maintain his balance in battle.

"No, it's impossible to do any healing until the magic on you is completely dispelled. And you've seen it before, what happens to objects that are touched by this kind of black magic, so you need to wrap your hands. But don't worry, it can still move—after these old men have done something to your arm. "

"There is no flesh and blood...... Can bones move alone?" Solim suddenly felt that he wouldn't be surprised to see skeletons or anything in the future.

"This is alchemy, alchemy that turns decay into magic!" Condrad said proudly, "only alchemy can be called magic, what spells, magic patterns, potions...... It's all just in the service of our alchemy—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Condrad felt a chill on the back of his neck, and found Elrond and Gilves staring at him.

The three old men began to fight again.