"Looks like Scabbers has something to do with mice," Hermione broke free from her surprise, thought about it carefully, and found that there was nothing special about it—Babber is an adult male mouse, who went out to seduce a few female mice, Weird? It's strange that it hasn't come into heat after spending so many years in the Weasleys' house!

"Uh, so is your wife pregnant?" Unlike Hermione, Tom knew Scabbers was Peter Pettigrew, so he was more concerned about another issue: what would happen if a wizard in the Animagus mated with an animal? How should the things that come down be counted?

Man, beast, or orc?

Hearing Tom's question, the mouse named Dongzhi started rolling and howling as if it had been stabbed by someone.

"No! No! Don't do that kind of thing! My wife finds other rats, let's talk about it after I die—at least a year!" Dongzhi let out a desperate roar, and was slapped down by Tom.

"Be quiet!" He glared at the mouse angrily. He didn't know what to do with the mouse. Perhaps throwing it away was the best choice. But suddenly Tom had an idea and had a very bold idea.

Menis's jade slab needs his blood to use, but that bottle of blood is only four or five drops, and it will be used up after a few uses. Ask Mines for it after you use it up? Yes, yes, but Tom was a little embarrassed: Menis was very kind to him, but he had to know how to measure. Pharaoh has lived up to now, no different from gods, he should be cautious in making demands and not be too greedy.

All in all, the blood of Menes is one drop less.

Tom wants to find a way to increase income and reduce expenditure. There is no way to throttle for the time being, blood is consumed every time, which is the rule of the Jade Slate, but there is still a possibility of open source, and that is to use the activity of blood.

Tom and Hermione bring the solstice to the House of Requirement.

"I need a clean alchemy hut." Tom said silently three times and then opened the door that appeared on the wall, revealing the neat hut inside: workbenches, shelves, and all kinds of tools and utensils.

"What do you want to do?" Winter Solstice struggled in Tom's hands, but the next petrification spell completely ended its resistance, and it could only watch helplessly as it was placed on the alchemy table and fixed by Tom with ropes hands and feet.

It watched Tom take out a small bottle from his arms, which was filled with a bright red liquid. This bottle of blood, it felt a little dizzy just by looking at it, as if it saw something very scary.

"Wait!" At the critical moment, its little brain suddenly had an idea and came up with a brilliant idea.

"Are you looking for blood injections for mice?" It asked nervously, squeaking, "Maybe I don't have enough for one? I can call a few more for you."

"Okay." To Winter Solstice's surprise, Tom agreed after a little thought.

Winter Solstice's small calculations are very loud: I will appease Tom first, and when I am released back to the Forbidden Forest, wouldn't it mean that the sea is wide and the sky is high for birds to fly?

Unfortunately, Tom saw through its wishful thinking at once. He fiddled with the workbench twice, and then inserted a small metal block into Dongzhi's back waist.

During the winter solstice, I only felt a chill in my lower back, as if a foreign object had been stuffed in, followed by a stabbing pain. Tom whispered in its ear: "Before the sun sets, take your little friends back to the castle, and I will unplug this for you, otherwise, when the time comes, it will explode and blow you into pieces." Two pieces." Tom made a gesture, which made Dongzhi shiver with fright.

Tom put Winter Solstice down from the alchemy table, lifted the petrification spell on it, and watched it quickly disappear at the end of the corridor.

"So that little piece of copper will really explode at sunset?" Hermione was a little curious, and at the same time, she couldn't help feeling a little pity in her heart—it was fine if she couldn't understand the words of the mouse before, but now she could understand the words of the mouse. What to say, but they are a bit reluctant to deal with them.

"It won't explode," Tom contradicted himself, "it will just stretch out when the time is up and snap its spine."

Hermione: ...

"Always felt…"

"That's because you can understand what it says. In fact, what's the difference between using mice in Muggle laboratories?" Tom interrupted Hermione, "And I'm sure this mouse will be addicted to it in the future." on this trade—even if there were no restrictions, it would keep bringing rats here."

Hearing what Tom said, Hermione stopped talking.

Soon, Winter Solstice returned to the gate of the castle with two mice, and was bumped into by Tom. He easily caught the two mice, put them on the alchemy table, and removed the timing device for the winter solstice.

Tom threw the small copper block on the table. Not long after, two wing-like blades popped out from both ends of the metal block, which made Dong Zhi tremble.

"If you don't come back, this blade will pop out and teach you a lesson." Tom glanced at Dong Zhi, who was frail and sifting chaff, but his hands didn't stop. He skillfully **** the mice, then picked a little of Menes' blood from the bottle, and injected it into a mouse.

The effect is immediate. As soon as the blood entered the body, the mouse trembled violently. The drop of blood seemed to come alive, swimming in its body, and finally stopped at the chest without moving, causing a small bag to bulge on the mouse's chest. Like a tumor.

But the tumor was growing with every beat of the mouse's heart, and the mouse's fur was visibly dimming. In less than a minute, a young and healthy mouse became very old. The originally round mouse became skinny, and its shiny fur became dry and split.

Later, its heart stopped beating, leaving only the "tumor" that had grown several times. Tom took out a silver needle, pierced the bulge, and watched the blood beads that were a little bigger than before the injection rolled onto the table~lightnovelpub.net~Winter Solstice:!

Fortunately, I am smart, otherwise this mummy would be me!

Next, Tom ignored the squeaky screams of the second mouse and beaded the blood into it.

Seeing the blood bead, which was almost twice the size of the original, Tom breathed a sigh of relief: It's good that it can continue to develop, and now the blood has changed from a non-renewable resource to a renewable resource.

He glanced at Solstice, which made him shudder, but before he could say anything, Tom slipped a piece of jerky into its paw.

"Thanks for your hard work, we can continue to cooperate in the future." Tom gently put the winter solstice on the ground and sent it out of the Room of Requirement.

Seeing Tom receding away and smelling the aroma of dried meat in his hands, Dong Zhi suddenly felt that such a deal might not be a bad deal?

What the solstice thought, Tom didn't care. What he cared about was the quality of the blood in his hand. He urgently needs to try it.

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