A potion, on the other hand, was out of reach for the average student because it was viewed as a form of risky contraband in some contexts.
After giving it some thought, he came to the conclusion that Harry, who was in no way connected to the Adam family in any manner, would be the most acceptable person to approach about acquiring a potion from and that he should enquire about doing so. In spite of the fact that he could have asked his uncle Val for a potion, he decided against doing so since he was uncomfortable with the idea of being seen by other ones.
As a result, he did not do so.
There was a good chance that Val was keeping a vigilant eye on him while also providing him with some form of discretionary protection.
With the assistance of the other pupils, Zavier was able to find Harry's residence. Because Harry never secured his own door, anytime someone came to visit, the door to the room was always open, and he never closed it properly. As a result, the door to the room was not closed. His room was empty, save for a bed and a table; there were no other furnishings.
Zavier unlocked the door with a small shove and slipped inside while carefully closing it behind him. He walked up to the bedroom, carefully opened the door, and entered the room. He found himself in a state of mild amazement after entering the door to the bedroom. Because this bedroom was not like other bedrooms, it was a large study with a desk and bookshelves that were neatly and orderly set up.
The study's bookcases were stacked high with mystical tomes. He took a look at the books on the shelf and realized that each one dealt with a different component of the process of concocting potions. He had not imagined that Harry's study would be used as a laboratory for the manufacturing of potions, so he was taken aback by the finding. He approached it and opened one of the pharmacology-related books on it.
At that very moment, Harry appeared from nowhere behind him and teased, "I guess there's no nice thing in me."
Harry's perceptiveness astounded Zavier, and he articulated his intentions in a plain manner. He was taken aback by his request since he considered Zavier's skill did not necessitate any extra methods of improvement and that the potion was rather hazardous and likely to hinder his talent.
"There is no reason for you to improve your skill by taking a potion. Your gift is sufficient for you, and there is no need to incur the risk of further developing it. It would most likely harm your excellent potential, and if you wish to stay this skilled in the future, I would advise you to abandon all ideas of drinking the potion."
"I need to gain strength as fast as possible!" Zavier was certain, "I hope that through specific measures, I may gain even more powerful skills so that my rank will continue to rise rather than decline! It's far too essential to me. "
"But... you don't have to be in such a rush. You have an excellent future ahead of you. " Harry was perplexed as to why his potential pupil was so anxious to get stronger.
"I have my own set of motives. I can't promise not to tell others what I've seen if you reject me. " Zavier cut in with a nasty, pretending to show a menacing smirk.
"That's fine." As a result, Harry consented to do so. He then handed Zavier a bottle of potion, emphasizing its extreme risk and telling him not to take the liquid all at once.
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Zavier hastily departed, then walked to a spot where no one noticed, promptly took up the empty bottle containing potion, cocked his head and swallowed it down, then smiled, "Well, let me see what happens next, right?!"
However, there was no sensation of pain or discomfort, and Zavier felt as if he were sipping a regular bottle of water. He had no idea that he was in a delicate condition of relief at the time, as if he was engrossed in something so exquisite that it felt like a dream, yet he knew it was all true.
Instead of the anticipated anguish, he felt a little more at ease after taking the potion. "It's so bizarre; why is it this way?"
At this point, the system told him, "The host's rank has successfully gone from C to B!"
"Is this really true? Then why didn't I suffer any pain during the process?" Zavier wondered.
The system explained, "This is due to the host's affiliation with a very unusual body--the Divine Fusion Body."
"The "Divine Fusion Body" is a one-of-a-kind body that permits the host's lineage to entirely merge with the others. The host's blood will become unusually pure, and the bloodline's power will grow very potent. Most medications' negative effects can also be eliminated by the body. "
Zavier was thrilled to learn, yet he also moaned. "Oh, no! Why didn't you disclose me such critical information earlier? "
"Because the host did not specifically inquire about the material." The system responded.
"I'm such a moron." Zavier was very repentant, believing that his IQ had plummeted another notch. "I had no idea my skills were that great. Is this a skill given to me by the universal consciousness, or is it originally from that body?"
"At the present, it appears that it should be this body's initial bloodline power."
"The bloodline power of the original body owner?"
"For the time being, it appears."
The system's response caused Zavier to break out in a cold sweat.
"What is the bloodline power of the original body owner?" He immediately put together a few events from the past. Maybe it had something to do with the person trying to kill him who was hiding in the shadows.
The system then informed him that the body fluids of people with such bodies may assist others in removing the bad effects of the medicine. Zavier remembered that Rebecca had eaten a whole bottle of potion during the competition. This may have had something to do with their sexual experience.
Of course, none of this was required. The reality he knew was too hazy, and even if he could piece it together, it would be difficult to unearth additional vital information. The most essential thing to him was obtaining as much potion as possible.
The potion was made from a wide range of components, the bulk of which were extremely difficult to get. As a result, he created a detailed inventory of materials as well as a plan for the collection's long-term development. This was not something that could be done in a short amount of time.
The first step was to try and get as many of the materials on his list as possible. He started with the basics: water, air, fire, and earth. After that, he would need plants, animals, minerals, and a few other things that were a bit more difficult to find. It took him days just to gather all of the components for the potion. And then he had to start all over again when one of them went bad or ran out.
But he persevered because he knew that this potion was going to be special. It was going to change everything.
He had been collecting materials for his project, but he needed more. He had been using his clones to help him collect the materials, but it was taking too long.
Even his clones were also not able to collect all of the materials in a short amount of time because they had to travel long distances and there was only one clone per location.
Dahila came to visit Zavier when he was working flat out. She crept into the dim room and sat on a stool. Zavier sat on the floor, leaning against a chest of tools. "I'm sorry, Dahila, but I am too busy to discuss this now," Zavier said. He raised a book and hid his eyes behind it. "Please come back when I am not busy."
"I will." Dahila seemed a little disappointed but withheld, as if there was more she wanted to tell him. "Maybe I can help you."
Zavier was surprised but delighted. "That would be wonderful! What can you do?"
"Before that, I have to get an answer from you." Her young face grew serious. "How is it going regarding my joining the organization?" She twisted her hands together.
Zavier smiled and motioned for Dahila to come closer. "Dahila, I am glad you are here. I have been wanting to talk to you about joining the organization. I think you would be a valuable asset. Your skills with ice are exceptional, and I have seen the way you handle yourself in a fight."
"I want to help," Dahila said. "I can do things. I'm not just a pretty face." Her voice was soft but firm, and her hands stilled in her lap.
Zavier thought that making an organization and getting more members to join it would be a great way to get materials for potions.
He stifled a chuckle. "I am sure you can do things. You would not get just a job working for us, you would be a part of the organization. You would be working with us, but also be forced to follow our rules. You would be expected to obey orders and work as hard as your peers. Life is not easy in 'The Avengers'. We work hard, and play hard. A lot of people don't understand the kind of commitment we have, the measures we must take to survive and thrive. There's more to the job than just being able to fight."
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