Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 122 The Secret of the Sorcerer's Stone
"Boom!"

The sound of the clanging of copper bells rang out in the quiet stone room.

George and Fred, who were also watching Alchemy, came over and said to Bree: "That guy is coming out again. Come on, let's go try it."

Having experienced many failures, they were never tired of it, and excitedly pulled Bree forward.

The door opened with a bang, and through the dim candlelight inside, Bree could clearly see that it was still full of books. A strong barrier was set up in front of the door, and neither Fred nor George, who was naughty and unruly, touched it. idea.

Maybe they have experimented and suffered.

A transparent soul of an old man slowly floated out from the room. His face was thin, and his mottled face exuded a sense of strangeness. His gray eyes were full of scrutiny, and there was a transparent soul hanging on his wrinkled neck. The necklace is exuding magic power.

Soul necklace?

No, that's the Philosopher's Stone!
It's just a semi-finished product...

"This is another alchemist master who was led to a dead end by the magic stone."

Bree murmured softly, suddenly thinking of a person in her mind, and George and Fred had already ran up to pester the old soul man.

"Master Elsie!"

Fred was playing around and George was chirping affectionately next to the old soul man, but the old man was unmoved. He looked at them troubledly and coldly asked the question he had always had: "How can the soul be held in the hands of the alchemist? ?”

George and Fred looked at each other, and Fred said first: "Make a glove full of soul power!"

"wrong!"

Fred shrugged and looked at George.

George said: "Create a blocking spell and lock the soul in a bottle."

"wrong!"

"Answer next time and read more books here."

George and Fred exchanged words, but soon George pushed Bree up.

"Don't rush away, old man. You can ask the well-behaved little Brie."

The old soul glanced at the Weasley twins, full of disgust, and then looked at Bree with a critical look.

In the end, he snorted coldly: "Slytherin... get out of here!"

Bree knew that this old man was the original head of Gryffindor, and his relationship with Slytherin happened to be extremely tense at that time, just like Draco and Ron now.

Rumor has it that this very simple dean would always become impulsive when encountering Slytherin. He even sneaked into the Slytherin common room when he was still a student, where he faced people who had not yet become the dean of Slytherin. The prefect did some unspeakable things and almost had the prefect kill him.

It was also at that time that Slytherin set a rule that prohibited people from other houses from entering their lounge. Every little snake was on guard. No one has violated this rule for hundreds of years.

These are all recorded in a piece of Hogwarts school history, which Bree has seen.

And just when the soul old man was annoyed by Bree's trance, Bree smiled softly.

"Mr. Cam Box, I am not a student of Slytherin, but a student of Hogwarts. You are a professor at the school, aren't you?"

Box was speechless. He was so angry that he snorted a stream of soul air from his nostrils, but he did not refute Bree's words. He even calmed down for a while and said: "I thought of some bad things when I saw your robe, but you said That’s right, I’m a professor at Hogwarts.”

Sighing, Box asked Bree seriously: "How is the soul held in the hands of the alchemist?"

The same question, and the answer lies with Box.

"The dead alchemist can obtain the untouchable soul."

Seeing Bree looking at the necklace, Box's eyes were startled.

Someone finally discovered the difference in this necklace. How many years have passed and how many little wizards have entered here by mistake, but they can only look at the dregs outside. They will never get the alchemy of Box!

But that's not enough!
Box became more serious, while George and Fred on the side also watched quietly. They looked at each other and could see what they were thinking - indeed, it was right not to ask Bree, he could answer it. .

George and Fred had also thought about throwing this problem out and asking others for help, but learning alchemy was their own business. If they cheated on this matter, they would never be able to follow this path in the future. It's far away, even if you enter the door, you can't get the treasure inside.

Those are books full of knowledge, not gold galleons...

“Where does the soul go after death?”

Box continued asking, and he had been exploring the question, but he didn't need Bree to get it right, he just needed Bree's thoughts on it to interest him.

"The source of the world, the soul constantly circulates between life and death, maintaining the operation of the world. This is what the unicorn told me before he died."

Naturally, Brie will not say everything. It is in his best interest to have seven parts true and three parts false.

"Oh, you witnessed the death of the unicorn and even talked to it!"

Oh my god, unicorns are the most beloved creatures in the world. Legend has it that after they die, they will be picked up and taken to the most mysterious places!
Box stared at Bree with sharp eyes and continued to ask tremblingly.

"Do you know what this is?"

He pulled up the necklace around his neck and looked at Bree expectantly.

"This is the last question. If you answer it correctly, I'll let you in..." As he said that, he looked at the Weasley twins.

"You can also bring these two troublemakers in, as long as you don't damage the books here."

George and Fred immediately looked at Bree expectantly and said, "My great Prince Bree, please tell me the correct answer and let the loyal Weasley in!"

I hope these two guys won't disturb him while he's reading.

Bree said: "This is the Philosopher's Stone, sir, a half-finished product."

"As expected." Box smiled, put away the soul necklace, and stepped away. The surrounding barrier flashed with a stream of light, allowing Bree and the Weasleys to walk in.

This room is not big, but there are neatly arranged books with not a trace of dust on them. It can be seen that the owner cares for this place, which is completely different from the situation outside.

Bree thought for a while, then went out and took the "The Soul Under Alchemy" he just saw in his hand, and looked for the book based on the records on it.

Seeing this, Box's smile deepened.

"Smart little guy, although there are not important things out there, there are some good books."

The boastful Box approached Bree, and before he could speak, he heard Bree say: "Excuse me, why did you make the Philosopher's Stone?"

"I don't want to let go even if I die."

This is a question that Brie has always puzzled over. The Philosopher's Stone represents money and immortality, but look, is this really important to these alchemist masters?

Seeing Bree's confused expression, Box's eyes became a little darker, or a little envious and lonely.

"I heard someone out there made a magic stone."

Box sighed and continued: "But the magic stone is definitely not just one kind, it represents a rule, and immortality and money are only part of all the rules."

"And what I study is the soul..."

"When I was studying at Hogwarts, I once saw a book written by Mr. Gilbert Elsey, a master alchemist from a thousand years ago and a student at the beginning of Hogwarts. That book is on the desk, and it records his conjectures about alchemy and his desire for the Philosopher's Stone, and it mentions countless wonderful things, which made me deeply involved..."

"He is also a great wizard, and his dream also impressed me very much and touched me deeply..."

"He was born in a chaotic era thousands of years ago. The situation of wizards at that time was very bad. Wizards were expelled and killed. Mr. Elsie strived to make a magic stone that represented sanctions to bring stable order to wizards and allow Muggles and The Holy See faces judgment!”

At this point, Box was silent for a while before continuing: "Mr. Elsie lived in poverty to make the Philosopher's Stone. Many wizards laughed at him. As time passed, he disappeared and the wizards hid in a corner of the world. An As it stands now, there is no record of him in the wizarding world. At that time, I thought that book was all he had, but I discovered Elsie’s treasure recorded in the book, where his most precious books are hidden. I have always been there. Look for."

"Cough cough cough..."

Mr. Box looked a little awkward and stopped talking, but Bree thought about it and understood the follow-up. At that time, Box sneaked into the Slytherin common room to look for clues because he was looking for Mr. Elsey's book. Unfortunately, what happened next Things exceeded his expectations.

For example, I hid in the prefect's private bathtub, was caught by the naked prefect, and was beaten out...

"Then what kind of magic stone do you want to make?"

Bree wisely did not mention the next thing, but asked about the magic stone.

"Oh, me."

Box lamented: "I am an orphan. My father and mother died because of me. I hope to find them..."

"It was a stupid decision, I was too greedy to resurrect them."

"At the beginning, I searched for the legendary resurrection stone, but when I found it, I found it was just a joke of the god of death. It will only make people addicted to falsehood, and bring death to those who wear it..."

Resurrection?
Bree sighed, but Fred, among the Weasley twins eavesdropping next to him, said, "If I were to make the Philosopher's Stone, I would be like Master Flamel, making a Philosopher's Stone that can turn stones into gold, as long as I don't die. ”

"Ha ha!"

Fred was looking forward to it, while George, who was lowering his head and thinking next to him, asked Bree: "Little Bree, if you could make the magic stone, what would you do?"

"Pfft..."

Mr. Box sneered, directed at Fred, of course, and Bree answered George's question.

"Me... I don't have anything I want to make. I don't think the magic stone can bring me what I need. The rules will never be controlled by others. They belong to the power of the world... or we are the rules. Partly, it’s just that the power of individuals is too small, and we don’t realize that we have mobilized the operation of the rules.”

Looking at Fred and George who didn't understand, Bree simply explained: "You can make money out of thin air by turning stone into gold, and you can also get money by doing odd jobs yourself."

"The end result is the same, but the process is different, one is easy and the other is difficult, but they are all within the rules."

"The circulation of money in our hands means that we obey the money rules of the world. No matter how much money you have, you can't change a truth—you are using money to satisfy yourself. This is definitely not controlling money."

This also applies to the soul, to death.

Bree has seen the rules composed of the will of the source of the world, and he understands that the magic stone only takes away the power of part of the rules, allowing the wizard to perform one or two.

I'm afraid there is no real magic stone in the world, it's just a made stone. The lower limit of the rules can satisfy all the needs of those who want it.

(End of this chapter)