Harry Potter's Bastard

For three days, Solim spent most of his time in the lab, lying on the alchemy table. Condrad personally used tools of various specifications to engrave magic patterns on his bones, which was a huge amount of work, and there could be no mistakes, after all, human bones were not made of any other material, and they could be re-engraved if they were wrong.

It's not just the alchemists like Condrad who work hard, but so does Solim. Don't look at his task as just cooperating, he must remain still when carving the magic pattern, and any shaking of his body may cause serious effects. To make sure nothing went wrong, Solim even took water of life and death plus various straps to make sure he didn't mess with these alchemists.

When it was finally done, Solim couldn't bear to stuff it into his glove when he looked at his "beautiful" hand.

Every bone, big or small, long or short, was carved with gold or silver paint, and Solim could only recognize three, and the rest he hadn't even seen.

"It's a work of art. Solim exclaimed, "I can't bear to let it wear gloves." "

"Haha, you're right! Alchemy is a great art!" Condrad liked Solim's words, "but you'd better wear it—"

Condrad took the glove that had been finished this morning, it was made of Basque scales, snake molts, plus a bit of bone meal from Solim and all sorts of messy materials, and it would make sure Solim didn't pose a threat to himself and the things around him when he wore it.

"The bracelet that Jill's guy gave you is already an outdated antique, and we gave you a new one-" Kondrad pointed to Solim's wrist and said, "You don't have to remove it and replace the magic crystals in the future, the alchemy array and magic patterns on it will absorb the black magic in your body - it may take a little longer, but the advantage is that you don't have to waste the magic crystals." "

Magic crystal, Solim has a bottle made of this thing. He knew how valuable it was, and considering that Gilvais had used three of them at Hogwarts, Solim knew that it would take him a long time to pay it back.

"You can try your hands before putting on your gloves. Kondrad pointed to a wooden stool next to him and said, "It will give you a clear idea of the black magic that remains on you." "

Solim's left hand was already moving—without any flesh or tendons.

This kind of thing is very offensive to common sense, but fortunately, Solim is a wizard, and he really didn't know that there was such a method, but it didn't prevent him from accepting this fact. After all, this thing is very "magical".

Solim lowered his head as he watched the black bones of his hand engraved with golden magic patterns move around, a sight that made him feel a little déjà vu.

"Ah, the Terminator......" Solim thought of the brawny man who had slit his arm open and exposed the mechanical arm inside, "it seems to be the second part, is it already released? Do you want to rent a disc someday? It seems like there is a video store near my house......"

Solim, accustomed to the whimsy of his thoughts, clenched his fist - a strange sensation that he couldn't sense how hard he was exerting himself without nerves, and he didn't stop until he crunched the bones of his hand.

"How?" Condrad was like a salesman desperate for customer feedback, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It seems...... I can't say that I don't feel anything, but I always feel a little ...... Weird. "

"That's normal, after all, you don't have flesh and blood, and you need to get used to the strength in it, just pop the cup when you drink water, haha......"

Solim looked at the wooden stool that Kondrad had pointed to earlier, and he poked his finger at it. Immediately, the thick varnish on the wooden bench began to melt, bubbling and decreasing with a puff of black smoke, and when the fingers touched the wood, the wood began to burn, then blackened, and then ...... Solim's fingers poked a hole in the wooden bench.

In less than two seconds, Solim rubbed his fingers and gripped the armrest of the stool.

"One. "

A small amount of black mist drifted out from between Solim's fingers.

"II. "

The wood that came into contact with the palm of the hand began to turn black.

"Three. "

The wood in his hand turned into a pile of black powder and fell from his fingertips.

"That's a ......," Solim looked at his palm, "terrifying." "

"Yes, at some point, you can use it as a weapon. Condrad said with some pride: "The level required to carve those magic patterns on your arm is very high, I can pack a ticket, and the alchemists of the whole of Europe with this ability can count them on one hand." "

You have to be able to boast about yourself. Solim knew that when carving these patterns, Kondrad only relied on his eyes and a few carving knives, and none of the other auxiliary tools were of any use.

"Let's take a look at your gloves. It's a good thing to use on its own - at least it can block spells. "

This glove, which is made mainly of Basque scales and snakes, is not the usual style, but a long glove that is almost growing into a sleeve......

The sleeves were clearly carefully cut to fit the little flesh left on Solim's left arm. There was also a strap with a buckle at the end of the glove, ensuring it would fit snugly over Solim's arm.

"It's a bit long, you need to be extra careful when you wear it. "Don't let your left hand touch any part of your body. You know the consequences......"

"There's no need to worry about that. Solim snapped his fingers, and the sound was strange, after all, there was no flesh on his fingers.

The glove flew over and was attached to Solim's arm, and the buckle was automatically snapped.

"It shouldn't be. Kondrade was a little puzzled, "This is made of basilisk scales, in addition to some large scales, there are also a lot of scale powder, it shouldn't react to the flying charm." "

"Take it off," said Condrad hurriedly, "I'm going to call all those old things back and see what they do!"

"Scales can indeed block magic, but the buckles on them can't. Solim's entire left shoulder was exposed, and he pointed to the buckle on the glove with his right hand, "This isn't made of basilisk scales, is it?"

Kondrad froze, then he reacted.

"It's convenient, but it's a hidden danger. He frowned at the buckle on his glove.

"I think if you have to get started every time you wear it, then it's called a hidden danger. Solim touched the poor chair with his gloved hand, "Who knows when my right hand will touch these black bones of mine?"