Chapter 654 Tom’s Philosopher’s Stone Factory

"Let's go back to Hogwarts quickly and tell Professor Dumbledore about this..." When Hermione saw that Tom had obtained important information, her first thought was to tell Professor Dumbledore about it.

But Tom had no such idea.

"Little fool, have you forgotten the most important purpose of our coming out?" Tom took out the dusty rough embryo of the Magic Stone and waved it in front of Hermione's eyes.

"You can leave this at any time, but it's more important to report the news." Hermione tugged on Tom's sleeve.

Tom frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

"There is no difference between Dumbledore knowing a little late and knowing a little early," he said calmly: "His actions were at best he thought twice before acting, at worst he was not decisive enough. In my opinion, even if he knew that the Death Eaters and The Purifier is in collusion, and he can't do anything effective - the Order of the Phoenix lacks manpower, and the British Ministry of Magic is in decline..."

The resentment in Tom's tone became more and more intense, and Hermione heard what he was saying and quickly stopped him.

"As you say, let's install the magic stone first."

Tom then closed his mouth angrily.

What he just said was from the bottom of his heart. In his opinion, there was basically no difference between Dumbledore knowing the news one day earlier and one day later - just like there was no difference in an experiment lasting four weeks and ending a few hours earlier. But Hermione's magic stone is different. If you put it in one day earlier, you can harvest it one day earlier. This is a treasure that can extend Hermione's life!

After the two agreed, they found John and told him that they wanted to go to the slaughterhouse again. Although I'm a little bit confused as to why I need to go shopping again, customers are God. John, a devout believer, would naturally not let God down. He agreed immediately and drove Tom and Hermione to the slaughterhouse in his pickup truck.

"Is this the mechanism that all livestock must pass through?" Tom looked at a tank the size of a carriage with interest, and even touched it.

"That's right, all the cows, sheep, and pigs within a hundred kilometers are raised to heaven here." John nodded. In order to make the image more vivid, he personally restarted the assembly line and let Tom see how a cow was made. Fully automatic slaughter.

After pressing the button, the transmission point of the assembly line began to roar, and the gate of the cattle pen not far away also opened. The cattle sent by the farmers walked into a long and narrow passage one by one, driven by the workers. And once you step into this passage, you will die without rebirth.

Because this passage is extremely narrow, even if the leading bull does not want to move forward, the bull behind will push it forward until it crosses the gate of hell.

Tom watched as a strong bull was driven onto a platform, its head was stuck, and two electrodes were suddenly inserted into its head. High-voltage electricity instantly stunned it to death.

The fainted cow fell into the huge tank and was split into two pieces when it came out. Tom felt that the rough embryo of the Philosopher's Stone in his arms seemed to be slightly warm.

"Very efficient, fully automatic operation, almost no manpower required." John is extremely satisfied with his factory.

More importantly, it's not bloody. If it's too bloody, it's bound to cause some trouble.

So does Tom. He felt that the fully automated slaughterhouse in front of him was already the most advanced slaughterhouse.

"Please show me the ecological waste recycling pool." Tom made another request.

"Of course, this is the highlight." John was mentally prepared. A qualified slaughterhouse owner would definitely care about how the garbage is disposed of.

"By the way, can I hang a cross here?" Before leaving, Tom made a request that didn't seem too excessive.

The workers here are basically devout believers, so hanging a cross here is certainly not a problem. If it were a symbol of other religions, it would be hard to say.

With permission, Tom hung a wooden cross on the wall of the workshop. Except for Hermione, no one knew that there was actually a rough embryo of the Sorcerer's Stone hidden inside the cross. Here it absorbs the energy that escapes when livestock is slaughtered, and eventually transforms into a magic stone that can extend life.

Biowaste is temporarily stored in a huge pool.

This huge pool was filled with blood and animal viscera, and the smell was pungent. From time to time, a pool of blood and viscera would be discharged from the overhead tube, falling into the pool, splashing with blood.

"It's simply a scene from hell. I've been running a factory for decades, but every time I see this scene I feel sick - now can you understand why I don't want to eat offal? This is where the supply of many unscrupulous businessmen comes from. The blood pool." John shrugged his shoulders. He didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he urged in a rare voice: "Can we leave?"

"You guys go out first. I want to do a small test, which involves commercial secrets." Tom said seriously.

"OK OK!" John sneered at Tom's words, but fortunately he didn't have to stay in this room, so he hurriedly exited the smelly garbage recycling room.

After everyone left, Tom carefully took out a small crystal bottle and poured a drop of Menes' blood into it.

All of a sudden, the pool or blood pool boiled.

Menes' blood seemed to be breathing, attracting the blood in the blood pool to itself and then draining it out. The whole pool seemed to be breathing.

The liquid level was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the internal organs soaked in the pool shriveled up and turned into completely inedible residue.

After Menes' blood completely drained the blood pool, only shriveled internal organs were left in the blood pool, and the size of the blood droplets simply doubled.

"Look, don't you save on recycling fees?" Tom pointed to the pool that had shrunk hundreds of times, feeling very proud.

When John entered the room again, his eyes almost fell out of his surprise. He couldn't imagine what kind of technology could make the blood in a large pool disappear all at once.

But he was too embarrassed to ask, because any fool knew that this must involve an extremely precious formula.

"Let's go." Tom didn't give him any explanation. He took Hermione and left the factory.

Next, he only needs to lower the price for slaughtering animals, attract more farmers to bring their own animals to his slaughterhouse, and then use the money obtained to expand the scale of production, and the cycle repeats...

It probably won't take long for the magic stone for Hermione to be refined. Since then, the purpose of his trip has been achieved, and it is time to return to Hogwarts.

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