Jon woke up almost instantly.
He carefully wrapped the stone in a silk handkerchief, and then stuffed it into his ring.
There was indeed something recorded in this stone. When Jon touched the World Tree's mark, he already knew what kind of attraction this thing had for him.
It was just like the Ravenclaw's crown that he saw in the hidden place in the House of Everything. But unlike Voldemort's soul artifact, this piece of stone didn't have that kind of bewitching power even though it was very attractive.
So when Kaledi shouted, he woke up.
Now wasn't the time. His top priority was to use the potion as soon as possible.
"So, this is the place where you are going to hibernate?"
Stephen looked at the sealed cellar in front of him and felt a bit of pressure on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
Wouldn't it kill him to live in such a sealed space?
Jon didn't care. When he was purifying his bloodline, it wasn't a problem to be in such an environment.
When the Bloodline Purification Potion was in effect, his vital signs would be at their lowest.
In such a state where his vital signs were almost gone, the consumption of oxygen would be much less than usual.
According to normal calculations, the amount of oxygen stored in this cellar would be enough to support his vital signs for half a month. As long as he finished drinking the Bloodline Purification Potion, Kaledi would adjust the airtight properties of the cellar to change the air.
In fact, he didn't need to stay in the cellar for that long.
The reason why the Bloodline Purification Potion had to be used three times was because it would take a long time for the potion to take effect. Dividing the potion into stages was to ensure that there would be enough potion to purify his bloodline in each major stage.
As for the tempering of the additional magic power and characteristics of the bloodline, generally speaking, one only had to pay attention to the beginning and the end.
Everything was difficult at the beginning, and it wasn't easy to have a perfect ending.
Relatively speaking, the middle part was much easier. One only had to follow the initial plan and let the power of the potion flow smoothly. Then, one could wait until the end and carry out the final sublimation.
If Jon had to say, he would prefer to call the last part extraction.
Extracting the essence from the original bloodline would increase the quality of the Wizard's mana.
Although the essence had not changed, there was still a considerable difference between a cup of espresso and a cup of ordinary brewed coffee.
But Stephen didn't think so. He crossed his arms and watched with a suspicious gaze as Jon used [Shadow Shifting] to enter the cellar. He didn't wear many clothes, and when he lay down on the recliner, the mechanical arm above him began to operate.
It was as if they were conducting some illegal scientific experiment.
Stephen, who grew up in the Muggle Society, had heard a lot of such legends. Moreover, in the movies of the Muggle Society, there were often Frankenstein characters.
And now, he, who had been invited, was standing here in a panic.
As the future guardian of the Hufflepuff Family, if something happened to Jon now, he wouldn't be able to live anymore.
Fortunately, Jon also valued his life. After waiting for two days, the potion in his body finally transformed into a continuous potion that was stored in his body. Then, he woke up from his deep sleep.
Half of the eight-month use cycle had passed. For Jon, the real battle would be in four months at Easter.
It was very difficult to finish everything. If he wasn't careful, he might lose at the last moment.
That would be too much of a loss.
Fortunately, these were all things in the future, and he still had some time to deal with them.
"But I have to go first, Jon. If I don't go now, I'll be fed to a pig by Carlyle."
Stephen burped and pointed to the barbecue and small sausages in front of him. When he lamented the beautiful life of a house elf, he really felt that he couldn't take it anymore.
There were so many delicious things, but it was unbearable to eat all the time.
"That's fine, then we'll see each other when school starts. I'm going to start eating."
Although he didn't consume much energy during his deep sleep, the hunger of not eating for two days was still very uncomfortable.
"Eat slowly, eating too fast is not good for the stomach. I'll go first."
Stephen grabbed a handful of floo powder and went into the fireplace. Suddenly, only Jon and Carlyle were left in the dining hall.
"Carlyle, what I asked you to do before, how is it?"
Carlyle swallowed the barbecue and began to report.
Before the start of the second year, Jon left Carlyle with a task.
In the western magic world, because of the war, too much history was buried in the past, including the Hufflepuff Family.
The task Jon gave Carlyle was to find evidence of the Hufflepuff Family's past.
For a house elf, this wasn't a difficult task.
Elves had their own way of inheriting, and some elves from ancient families knew a lot of history that even the Wizard didn't know.
For Jon, his family was a secret. Because Helga passed away early, and perhaps because the average lifespan of people in that era wasn't high, the Hufflepuff Family disappeared very quickly.
But as a direct descendant of the legendary Wizard, the son or daughter of the Hull Family should have kept a very low profile.
After all, in that era of chaos, keeping one's identity hidden from the enemy was the safest way to survive.
A descendant of the legendary Wizard was a target that the Holy Church should treat with caution.
Investigating the story behind the Hufflepuff Family was something that Jon came up with on a whim. He asked Anthony to look for the ancient books in the Holy Church. Firstly, he wanted to find traces left behind by the gods. Secondly, he wanted to see if he could find something useful about the family.
It was impossible that all the ancient families didn't know about the Hufflepuff Family. Even Perrenal said that he had seen a descendant of the Hufflepuff Family.
So he asked Carlyle to keep an eye on it. Now that almost half a year had passed, he wanted to see the results of the investigation.
And Carlyle didn't disappoint.
"This is all the information I collected."
The elf put a stack of parchments on the table to Jon's left and said.
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