As the old wizard, who called himself Darke, attempted to force the so-called Sublimation Potion into Charle's mouth, Charle's pupils suddenly contracted.
His Infinite Evolution System didn't deduce knowledge unconditionally.
It required something called Deduction Points, which were obtained from Charle's consumption.
The rarer and more valuable the things Charle consumed, the more Deduction Points he could obtain.
Ordinary food yielded very few points, but if he consumed precious gold, silver, or jewels, the Deduction Points would be much higher.
As for digestion, there was no need to worry.
As long as these things were eaten, they would be converted into Deduction Points by the system.
Even if he swallowed a gold coin, as long as it didn't cut his esophagus or throat, Charle could use the system to convert it with a single thought, and it wouldn't burden him.
But Charle hadn't tried whether the system would work on potions from the magical world.
Especially according to Darke, he had already experimented on seventy-three people before.
These included both wizards and Muggles, but based on the criteria Darke used to find him, those experimenters should definitely not have been foolish people.
Yet, even so, they all died in Darke's experiments, which showed what a monstrous thing this Sublimation Potion was.
If there was even a slight possibility, Charle didn't want to gamble his life on whether the system could also convert the Sublimation Potion poured into his mouth.
As the Sublimation Potion approached Charle's mouth, an unprecedented sense of crisis erupted in Charle's heart.
His eyes instantly became blank.
Sharp bangs and roars suddenly began to churn and echo in the basement.
An invisible force spread out from Charle, sweeping like a storm, whistling and repelling everything around him.
This sudden scene startled Darke, and he almost knocked the bottle of Sublimation Potion to the ground.
But after the surprise, Darke's eyes revealed even greater ecstasy than before.
"Magic power surge?"
"Aha, you actually have magical talent, you're a little wizard?!"
"Excellent, this is truly excellent. I thought you were a Muggle, which would somewhat affect the effect of the Sublimation Potion, but I didn't expect this last flaw to be filled."
"Charle Evans, with your mind, you are a young Dumbledore."
"I couldn't find Dumbledore to experiment on, but I didn't expect to find you. It seems that destiny itself is protecting me, to let this great sublimation be completed in my hands!"
Immediately after, Darke waved his wand.
Charle, in a state of magic power surge, suddenly felt as if the surrounding air had turned into a swamp.
The magic power surging out of his body was directly solidified.
The strong wind in the basement froze, the roar stopped, and then gradually dissipated into nothingness.
The anticipation that had arisen in Charle's heart due to the magic power surge instantly vanished, and he was also horrified by the performance of the old wizard named Darke before him.
According to his memory of the original Harry Potter book, a little wizard's magic power surge was enough to make even adult wizards flustered.
In special circumstances, such as when life was threatened, or when the little wizard was mentally deranged, the magic power surge would become even more violent.
In such a situation, adult wizards could even be killed!
But Darke had just casually resolved Charle's magic power surge, which showed that his strength was definitely far beyond that of ordinary adult wizards.
Considering that he could continuously perform the so-called sublimation experiments on more than seventy people without being apprehended by the Ministry of Magic's Aurors, it was clear that even elite Aurors were probably no match for Darke.
This old man was definitely not someone Charle could contend with at this moment.
Realizing this, Charle sighed and gave up the idea of fighting him with force.
Seeing Charle's resigned expression, Darke grinned and said faintly.
"Don't worry, I've made adjustments to this version of the Sublimation Potion, and the success rate will definitely be much higher than the previous versions."
"If you're lucky enough, it's still possible to survive and complete the sublimation."
Charle remained silent.
Darke had probably said these words to the previous seventy-odd experimenters, so the credibility was self-evident.
He could only hope that the system was powerful enough to also work on this evil Sublimation Potion.
At this moment, Darke opened the bottle cap, pried open Charle's mouth, and poured the entire bottle of bubbling Sublimation Potion down his throat.
And after the Sublimation Potion entered his mouth, Charle suddenly began to struggle, his eyeballs almost rolling out.
It was awful, truly awful. He swore that he hadn't drunk anything this awful in all his lifetimes combined!
The taste was like the fermented foam of rotten sea fish, octopuses, and other things piled together.
And the viscous texture, like the mucus from some marine creature, Charle felt like it was almost stringing in his throat!
Along with it came instinctive nausea and creepiness.
Charle twisted violently in the chair, seemingly wanting to reach into his throat with his hand to dig out the Sublimation Potion he had just drunk.
White foam was already overflowing from the corners of his mouth due to the intense nausea.
Seeing this scene, the old wizard Darke's eyes showed intense disappointment.
He had seen this sight more than seventy times before. All the test subjects, after drinking the Sublimation Potion, felt intense pain and nausea, then began to foam at the mouth.
Following that were even more violent reactions, until their bodies mutated and collapsed, turning into a pool of foul-smelling pus.
After capturing Charle and witnessing Charle's magic riot with his own eyes, concluding that Charle was comparable to Albus Dumbledore in his youth, Darke had extremely high expectations for Charle.
If even such talent couldn't achieve sublimation through the Sublimation Potion, could his potion truly succeed?
Could it be true, as those who mocked him in the Order of Merlin claimed, that this was just an illusion, the ravings of a madman?
Darke's eyes were bloodshot, revealing paranoia and fanaticism as he muttered wildly.
"No, no!"
"I've seen it, I've seen the massive forms hidden beneath the dark canopy in my dreams."
"I've heard it, I've heard the ancient whispers from the dark corners of the world in my madness."
"The source of magic, the supreme will... They exist, They must exist, my Sublimation Potion will definitely allow people to reach that level!"
"How could I fail? I won't, I just need more test subjects, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, no matter how many more people die, I must witness that magnificent sight!"
Then, Darke gripped his wand, a cold look in his eyes as he looked at Charle.
He had already decided to clean up the scene and then go find the next test subject.
But just then, Charle's appearance made Darke freeze.
After the painful foaming at the mouth, Charle's body didn't rapidly begin to mutate and collapse like the previous seventy-plus test subjects. Instead, it remained completely intact.
Hope reappeared in his eyes.
At this moment, Charle also suddenly opened his eyes. Besides the relief of surviving a disaster, there was also uncontrollable ecstasy in his eyes.
"Boss, do you have any more of this stuff?"
"Another bottle!"
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