Oil dripped from the Thestral's legs on the grill, sizzling and popping.
Professor Heath slowly turned the skewer, the grease dripping into the charcoal and sizzling, filling the air with a strange aroma of pine and burnt protein. He broke off a piece of steaming white leg meat and handed it to Snape and Lily: "Try it? Ollivander flavor. This big guy is something ordinary people can't even see. You won't find it again."
Lily stared at the rough-textured piece of meat covered in suspicious, transparent slime, her throat bobbed, and finally she took it and took a big bite.
The texture is just like regular beef, but it's a bit chewier. As for the taste... it's surprisingly not bad.
She breathed a sigh of relief, "I feel like I'm recovering!"
Snape, meanwhile, poked his own piece of meat with the tip of his wand, but the chunk didn't budge. "Can this stuff really be digested? I suspect it could build a permanent camp in the stomach."
That being said, he still tore off a strip of meat and stuffed it into his mouth. After chewing it a couple of times, he gulped down the pixelated water bottle that Kayson handed him before choking on the meat.
"Your teeth don't look like a young man's at all." Heath said, reaching out to tear a piece of meat off the grill, putting it in his mouth, chewing it a couple of times, and then swallowing it.
Kayson kept slicing meat with his Iron Sword, looking at the other three primitive people who didn't know how to use utensils, with a strange sense of superiority.
Professor Heath, on the other hand, ate without batting an eye, even elegantly wiping the grease from the corners of his mouth with a napkin.
His gaze swept past the leaping flames and landed precisely on Kayson's face. "It might be a bit tough, but the taste is still quite good, right? However..." He tapped the edge of the grill lightly with his fingertips, the metal emitting a faint hum, "Relying on the human digestive system to obtain energy is too primitive."
Kayson, who was struggling with a stubborn hamstring, looked up when he heard this. "What kind of digestion is that? Do you have a refractory stomach like a cow?"
"Me?" Heath chuckled briefly, his voice like sandpaper scraping. "I chew on magic itself." He opened his palm, the skin texture clearly visible in the moonlight, yet faintly radiating a cold, inhuman metallic sheen.
"Flesh and blood are weak, Kayson's nerve conduction speed is as slow as a snail's crawl, his muscle strength limit is pitifully low, and his bones are as brittle as a biscuit. Wizards have been working on this broken shell for thousands of years, but all they've done is patch it up."
The fire crackled, Thestral grazed on moss not far away, its hollow eye sockets occasionally glancing over at its one-seventh companion on the grill.
"You're different." Heath's gaze suddenly sharpened, like two scalpels trying to dissect Kayson: "That fog in Charms class, the glass you casually sculpted in class, and the glass water bottles you could create at will... Magic is in your hands, not a battery, it's clay. You can mold whatever you want, and the things you create fit you perfectly."
He leaned forward slightly, the firelight dancing on his glasses. "A born creator, holed up in the kitchen kneading bread? What a waste."
Kayson slowed his chewing of the leg meat. Snape and Lily also stopped chewing, all three pairs of eyes fixed on the professor's indistinct face behind the firelight.
"I don't think I'm good enough to be described as a high-class, sophisticated adjective like 'Creator'," Kayson said awkwardly.
This is a declarative sentence!
Heath lowered his voice, his voice hoarse with a seductive quality. "Learn from me, not those childish Transfiguration and Charms. I'll teach you true evolution."
He traced his fingertips through the air, and several strands of silver magical energy appeared out of thin air, quickly outlining the silhouette of a floating human body with simple yet precise lines.
In plain language, it's a stick figure.
"Your magical creation is perfectly integrated with itself, which means zero rejection." He pointed his finger to the silver outline of the heart, which was instantly replaced by a rotating, complex structure made up of countless tiny gears and transistors, emitting a faint blue light. "A magical core, a perpetual motion piston, and a tiny bit of unicorn magical genes, replacing your heart that tires after a few beats. Perpetual energy."
The fingertip slid towards the spine, the silver thread twisting and Transfiguration, extending into a spine covered in metallic scales and a folding, wing-like structure made of translucent energy membranes. "Neural enhancement, bone wing expansion, you can really watch the joints of your spine explode and blow Hogwarts apart with a single blow."
The outlined arms were elongated and Transfiguration, the wrists split open to reveal sharp, scalpel-like bone blades, and the eyes transformed into incredibly complex gyroscope structures. "Modular attack units. When needed."
Heath clenched his fist, and a silver-hued wrist blade popped out. His right eye glowed red. "When it's not needed..." He released his grip, and the blade and the red light in his eye vanished instantly, his arm returning to its normal position.
"Perfect storage. As for the skin." He chuckled, his fingers tracing the contours of the surface, instantly covering it with a layer of fine, metallic scales. "The strength of the Norwegian Ridgeback scales is equal to the absolute adaptability granted by your own magic. Forget spider legs, even Fiendfyre hitting you head-on would at most leave a mark."
" Professor Heath is so inhuman, the Dark Lord is still alive. I have to say, his strength is really outrageous," Snape whispered to Lily.
"Who can argue with that?"
"Let me tell you something, Kayson." Heath's voice was as if he understood applause. "Your physical body is nothing more than your brain; nothing else matters."
"Throw away this straitened shell and replace it with a body you forge yourself—a body that is stronger, more domineering, and more powerful. That is the true form of a wizard. Flesh is weak ..." He stared at Kayson, a near-perverted grin spreading across his face.
" Mechanical Ascension! Follow me, and I'll make you the first truly transcendent new human being!"
The fire crackled and popped, sending up a few sparks.
Kayson looked down at his hands, then up at the silhouette of the silver body, shimmering with an inhuman luster in the moonlight, floating in Professor Heath's palm. A lump formed in his throat.
"... It sounds like..." he licked his lips, his voice a little strained, "... it sounds like they're going to dismantle me and stuff me into sausages."
Professor Heath's smile froze on his face. Snape coughed violently.
Lily covered her face, her shoulders trembling suspiciously.
Professor Heath slammed his hand on the grill, sending the embers flying.
"I knew that professor was secretly eating children; he looks terrifying," Lily murmured.
Just as Heath was about to continue speaking, he suddenly choked, his throat bobbing, and finally he took a deep breath...
Kayson shrugged. "I know what you mean, but no matter how much you evolve, you still need to eat first, right?"
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