New Dawn – A Harry Potter Transmigration Fanfic - Chapter 109

Despite his recent successes, the Project of creating a new artificial kidney that would destroy all the poison in his body had not gone so well till now.

Because fundamentally, there were many many problems with what he was doing.

First of them being that he did not have access to a lot of poisons in the world so he couldn’t really check if the kidney he created worked properly or not.

Second of them being that not all forms of poison are administered through ingesting. A few of them, no, a lot of them could just as easily be administered through skin contact.

Then there were the types of poison/venom that stops the nervous system and he had no idea how that thing even worked so creating something to counter it was not really feasible.

Third, there were a lot of poisons that acted so fast that they could kill or severely harm a person within mere seconds. So even if the kidney was capable of purging that poison out of the system, there won’t be any point in doing so because by the time the poison reached the kidney, the person would already be long dead.

And these were just a few of the many problems he found in this kidney project.

And seeing that he did not have the time to deal with each problem one by one, he had to sadly put an end to this project.

What a pity. He was looking forward to being immune to all kinds of poison in the world as well.

It was just second to his plan of making a Robe that would make him essentially immune to all kinds of spells.

Well, it was not hard to stop that curse.

He just had to create a few runic arrays that would sense the curse and conjure a small bird or something in it’s path.

Problem solved.

The Killing Curse was over rated anyway.

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To say that Harry was surprised when he learned that the myths about Parselmouths being great healers in the past were true would be an understatement.

Well, they do say that all myths and legends have a kernel of truth in them but he had really not thought that this myth about Parselmouths being healers would be true.

Because if the thought of Voldemort becoming a healer and working in St. Mungos in a nurse dress wasn’t the most funniest thing he’d thought up of then he didn’t knew what else was.

Still, he had not believed in such legends because his perspective about Parselmouths had been changed by the Wizarding world who all thought that Parselmouths were all evil ċunts bent on destroying the world.

He shook his head at that thought as there was really no point in thinking about such things.

And he had better things to do anyway.

And with that thought, he took out the only book on Parselmagic that he was able to find the Room of Requirement.

And the book did contain a few chapters in the healing properties of the Parselmagic.

The whole situation was once again a bit funny because the book was written by one of the descendants of Salazar Slytherin named Ariel Slytherin.

Once again, thinking that all the children of an Evil person would be evil was just that stupid.

Not that Ariel was a good person in any way or form considering that the rest of the chapters were filled with dark and evil ways in which you could use the Parselmagic.

Still, he did not like how much his thoughts were being influenced by his surroundings.

Perhaps he needed a vacation to the Himalaya mountains to clear his mind along with the other Buddhist people and what not.

So he put the diadem on his head, opened the book and started reading about this rare gift that few people have had in the past.

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The book was very informative and painted this branch of magic in a whole different light.

Especially when the writer described her stay in India where the the Parselmouths were treated with utmost respect and reverence for their ability to heal even the most grievous of wounds and what not.

And he remembered wondering why the fuċk could the Britain Magical community could not be like that as well.

But then there were other books in that topic that talked about it’s application in the dark magic. Harry learned a lot from that section as well.

Ariel had also found the phenomena about skills chanted in Parseltongue were more powerful and effective than spells chanted in other languages.

And unlike him, who had not given much thought to it, she had created a few theories about why it was the way it was.

Most of her theories were not very impressive and she herself admitted that even by the end of her life, she was not able to find the true reason why such a thing happened and only had to rely on theories and hypothesis to move ahead with her research.

Because in her search for answers, Ariel had come across the legend of Merlin and found out that Merlin did not had the ability to talk with dragons as a child.

But everyone knows that Merlin was able to talk with them at some later point in his life so Ariel’s findings should be false right?

The answer was rather simple.

Merlin was not born with the ability to talk with dragons.

But as he grew up, the found some way to do so.

Which meant that such a thing was doable.

Which also meant that he himself must do it as well.

Because how else could he call himself the greatest wizard in the history of the world if he was not even able to do such a simple thing.

But the end of the book, his mid was already whirling with new ideas.

Because he was a parselmouth, he knew that each hiss of the snakes hold some kind of meaning. A meaning that only a parselmouth could understand.

And because of the movies, he also knew that the melodous voice of the mermen could turn into a horrible screech if taken out of the water.

So in essence, the roars of the dragons must hold some kind of meaning as well.

But how the hell was he supposed to understand them.

Well, he would find some way.

If Merlin could do it, then he could do it as well.

But how the fuċk was he going to understand them when there were no dragons in Britain.

And at that moment, he realized that he would have to do something stupid like Hagrid.

He would have to get a fuċkɨnġ dragon egg for himself.