She set up a temporary camp on the pasture. Calling it a camp was generous—it was merely a low shelter made of branches and waterproof canvas, enchanted with a Warming Charm. She sat at the entrance, took a clay jar, a knife, and an empty glass bottle from her pack, then pressed the tip of the knife into the center of her left palm.
The cut was shallow, just enough to let blood seep out steadily without losing control. She let it follow the lines of her palm into the bottom of the clay jar, collecting roughly three ounces. She wrapped her hand with a clean strip of cloth, set the jar on the ground before the shelter, and began adding the other materials she had brought.
The Dragonblood Potion had already taken full effect within her body, carrying traces of its original biological activity and residual Belladonna compounds. She added a small pinch of ground, dried Dragonblood Grass rhizome powder to the blood, then poured in a small amount of Green Dragon dung extract she had collected. As she stirred the ingredients together, the liquid gradually shifted from dark red to a deeper, faintly purplish shade.
But that was not enough. She still needed living carriers.
She drove the Simmental Cattle she had obtained through hunting into the heart of the pasture in batches. Using a syringe, she injected each cow beneath the skin folds behind its shoulder blades, where the herd's tongues would be least likely to reach when they licked one another.
It took her four days to complete the first batch, handling an average of six cows a day.
Once she was done, she lifted the Beast-Banishing Charm around the pasture, leaving only the Muggle-Banishing Charm farther out, then retreated to an elevated rock platform on