Upon returning home, Linus Alvin went straight into a sealed room.
The room was completely bare save for a single leather suitcase lying quietly in the center of the floor, surrounded by complex protective charms.
He walked forward, pressed it gently, and the lid opened.
It was no ordinary storage space, but an entrance leading into his own private world.
—His true laboratory.
The internal space of this suitcase had been fortified with an extraordinarily powerful Extension Charm, making it even vaster than Newt Scamander’s trunk.
Inside lay a sprawling network of rooms, corridors, and workbenches, where runic arrays flickered and magic flowed like pulsing veins.
In one of the main laboratories, the ten werewolves lay sleeping on the floor, their chests rising and falling faintly.
Yet these were far from the most horrifying sights.
Encircling the entire room were dozens of tall containment tubes.
Emerald-green fluid bubbled inside the glass cylinders, suspending the figures of various magical creatures within— Dragons, Hippogriffs, vampires, house-elves, and even merpeople.
On the shelves stood hundreds of glass jars containing preserved organs.
All of this served a single purpose: Bloodline research.
Linus wanted to figure out the fundamental difference between magical creatures and ordinary living beings.
What allowed them to possess magic?
What secrets were buried within their blood?
If he could find the answer, he would be able to uncover the origin of wizarding heritage.
At seventeen, his magical growth hit a bottleneck.
Before that, he had used self-brewed potions to accelerate his magic’s growth, boosting his magical reserves to twenty-five times that of an average adult wizard in just one year.
However, all growth ground to a complete halt at that point.
At first, he believed this to be the ceiling.
Until he discovered that Dumbledore’s magical power was fifty times that of an ordinary person.
The revelation shocked him.
He spent an entire year investigating before finally understanding that “twenty-five times” was merely the ceiling for most prodigies, while legendary figures like Dumbledore and Grindelwald had clearly broken through that barrier.
The question was—how had they done it?
In search of an answer, he had once infiltrated Nurmengard Castle under an alias to observe the imprisoned Grindelwald firsthand.
He confirmed that the Dark Lord had likewise achieved fifty times normal magical power.
Thus, he posited a theory: They had found a way to shatter the limits of wizardkind.
Dumbledore had perhaps drawn upon the power of Fawkes the phoenix, while Grindelwald might have relied on the Elder Wand.
And Voldemort had achieved the same breakthrough through Horcruxes.
Linus did not choose any of their paths.
He embarked on a path of his own—the path of bloodlines.
He formulated a bold hypothesis: The earliest wizards were not born with magic, but had accidentally absorbed the blood of powerful magical creatures, causing their bodies to mutate and birthing the very first magical bloodline in humanity.
If he could decode the nature of this bloodline and restructure its framework, he could break through that barrier— and even open the door to higher dimensions.
So he began hunting magical creatures, harvesting blood samples, dissecting tissues, and testing his theories through scientific methodology.
He had even stolen multiple DNA-imaging machines from the Muggle world, though the technological limitations yielded meager results.
And so, he launched a global operation.
He secretly contacted top-tier scientists and engineers, using money, threats, or magic to force their cooperation.
He controlled several world-class moguls, securing unlimited funding for his research.
Within a single year, an entire suite of hybrid instruments combining magic and technology was constructed.
Now, these fruits of his labor stood displayed before him.
Linus flicked his wand to awaken one of the werewolves.
The man opened his eyes, still dazed, but froze instantly at a single hand gesture from Linus.
The Blood Spell—a forbidden Eastern technique akin to Bloodbending from *Avatar: The Last Airbender*.
He forced the werewolf into a white, glass-partitioned chamber.
As a rune flared, an alchemical apparatus on the ceiling projected simulated moonlight, bathing the man in a silvery glow.
The werewolf let out a low growl as his body contorted, bones shifting beneath his skin.
Simultaneously, the machinery whirred to life, complex molecular structures flickering across the light displays.
Linus kept his eyes fixed on the screen, recording every single genetic shift without missing a beat.
He was searching for that mysterious “bloodline strand”—the root source of all magic.
Hours passed with no results.
He waved his wand lightly, sending the werewolf collapsing into unconsciousness.
In the next instant, a Muggle man was summoned into the room.
Before the Muggle could speak, the werewolf lunged and bit him.
Linus severed their contact immediately, using magic to stabilize the Muggle’s life signs.
He observed dispassionately—the alteration of DNA reoccurred.
Unlike a normal infection, the reaction of magical energy within the Muggle’s body was far more violent.
“As I thought—werewolves are the only race capable of altering bloodlines through saliva and blood,” he murmured under his breath.
This was precisely why he had chosen them.
He needed to trace the origin of that bloodline and pinpoint the crucial junction where magic fused with life.
Data began rapidly cascading across the screen.
A new chain flickered under the microscopic scanner, radiating an unprecedented energy signature.
Linus’s heartbeat accelerated— That might very well be the birthplace of wizarding blood.
He pressed save, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of cold rationality and wild obsession.
“Human evolution begins anew today.” He raised his wand, sealing the entire laboratory as all instruments returned to silence.
The ten werewolves slept soundly, while the Muggle’s body floated gently in liquid light.
In the darkness of the night, he returned to the exit of the suitcase and whispered to himself: “Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort…
You may have all broken past the threshold, but I will transcend you all.
I will not be merely a ‘powerful’ wizard— I will become the first being to reshape bloodlines and command the dimensions.”