Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 123 I am Brie’s father

"Yes, the Philosopher's Stone is only the incarnation of some rules, and I can confirm that the so-called immortality of the Philosopher's Stone you know is imperfect and comes with a price. Alchemy always follows equivalent exchange."

Mr. Box touched the necklace around his neck and sighed.

Although the magic stone is not omnipotent, this kind of power is still beyond the reach of wizards.

And just after Box fell into deep thought, Bree sat quietly at the table and read a book.

He saw a biography placed on the table, which Box said was a record of the life of Gilbert Ethier.

Bree thought that Elsie's alchemy books should be the ones in the turret.

But when Bree opened the biography and read it carefully, he soon discovered that maybe his belief was wrong, and Elsie should have left something behind.

With his eyes becoming deeper, he silently wrote down some clues in the book and prepared to go back and look for them.

It's late today.

"Mr. Box, I think we have to go back."

Bree took out his notes and tore off a page. Under his transformation technique, the page quickly turned into a flying paper crane, which landed on the table and pecked at its wings.

"Please allow me to come next time."

Box saw the space magic contained in Bree's notes at a glance, and he was shocked: "You discovered Elsie's treasure!"

"I've seen this note in that book. It's Master Elsie's unique alchemy!"

The excited Box immediately stepped forward and said sharply: "Tell me, tell me where it is!"

"Your soul cannot touch me, Mr. Box."

Brie said unhappily: "Please don't use such a tone. I have no obligation to answer your question."

"Sorry... I'm so excited. I've been looking for it all my life. Master Elsie's treasure is exactly the part I'm missing. With it, I will definitely be able to make a complete magic stone!"

Box, whose tone became increasingly fanatical, looked at Bree earnestly, expecting Bree's answer.

"I don't have Elsie's treasure, or I didn't find out where it is. If I did, I probably wouldn't be here."

As a master of alchemy, Box is absolutely proud, and he will not bow his head even in front of Elsie. After hearing what Bree said, he had no doubts, because he believed that the alchemical legacy of an alchemy master has been Brie has learned enough for most of her life, and she won't have the energy to look for him at all.

It's a pity that he ignored Brie's talent and purpose. Brie's goal was never the magic stone, but the alchemy of life. It's just that the soul alchemy part of the alchemy of life happened to be destroyed by Elsie, and the rest was just fragments. It's something that Bocks's book can help Bree gain.

"Is Elsie's treasure a joke?"

Brie said noncommittally: "You are already a soul, so what's the use of making a magic stone?"

"No, you don't understand, death will be another journey."

Box touched the necklace and said confidently: "As long as I can make the magic stone, I will be able to be resurrected. My goal has not been completed yet, and I will never allow myself to retreat."

Obviously, the half-finished magic stone gave Box some special powers, such as allowing the soul to escape the gaze of death.

Bree said to the increasingly energetic Weasley twins, "Let's go, we have classes tomorrow."

Bree held an alchemy book and clicked on the notes, and then a teleportation array appeared. He did not shy away from the Weasley twins. These two guys are still trustworthy, especially the ability to teleport. Let Weasley ask for help from him.

"Go to the kitchen? I've been reading all night and I'm a little hungry."

Bree pointed at the magic circle. George and Fred looked at each other and immediately waved to Box, who was still mumbling something, and walked in. Bree also nodded to Box and walked in.

The magic circle disappeared immediately, and Box slowly recovered from the madness just now. He stared at the place where Bree disappeared, with a ferocious look on his face, and gritted his teeth and said: "I have never given up on you. You must wait for us to meet again. This is unfair." The world can't stop me!"

"Elsie, you finally showed up!"

Box stared directly at a crystal ball on the bookshelf. The crystal immediately received Box's soul power. The bookshelf on the left and right slowly pushed open, revealing a withered corpse. It was extremely old. It was obvious that it was Box himself. , and there was a phalanx next to the corpse, which belonged to Elsie.

Using this phalanx, Box could feel that Elsie was still alive, at least there was still part of her soul in the world, hiding in Hogwarts!
"Oh!"

"what is this!"

Outside the kitchen, George and Fred watched as a piece of paper on the wall turned into a rivet and was reinserted into the fruit painting frame. They couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is an amazing magic!"

Fred looked at Bree who was about to scratch the pear with great excitement.

"Brother, our good brother, do you think..."

"Don't think about it. The auxiliary materials for making this book cost me more than 100 gold galleons, and several of the main materials are even unavailable."

Fred on the side didn't care. He had already secretly entered Bree's notes. Bree didn't stop him and let Fred read it. Unfortunately, Fred couldn't see anything, let alone activate the teleportation magic inside.

"This is an alchemy notebook. One of the powers is to only listen to the master's words."

The kitchen door opened, the house elves were resting, and there was only Bree, the one who kept vigil.

"More food, please."

"Oh, no trouble, Mr. Bree is too kind!"

Bree was already familiar with the house elves, and she didn't even need to order food to make arrangements.

George returned the book in Fred's hand to Bree, and sighed: "More than 100 gold galleons, even if Fred and I sell it, we can't afford it..."

"But what kind of material is this made of? It feels so comfortable."

George rubbed his fingers, and there was still some faint fragrance on it, which was very similar to the smell of Brie. It was as fresh as the spring breeze blowing through the grass, which made him a little embarrassed.

"A very special magical creature that is not allowed to be hunted. It was a coincidence that I got it."

Bree didn't elaborate, she just shrunk the note and put it away, then ate the food served by the house elf.

Fred poked the stunned George and whispered: "We have to investigate Bree's preferences. This magic can help me a lot, such as leaving school and going to Diagon Alley."

Fred's voice was quiet, but Bree could hear it clearly.

"If you are leaving school, it has to be based on whether you have something to satisfy me, the basic principle of alchemy - equivalent exchange."

"Oh, don't be like this. You are going against the poor and kind-hearted Weasley. We are still partners now. Don't forget Azar. Who made him fall asleep in the broom closet and have no time? Come to torment you."

No wonder, Brie was still thinking about why Azar didn't make a fuss today. It turned out that the two of them had already taken care of it.

"Humph, let's see. Maybe if I'm happy, making me happy is a value after all."

Bree looked at Fred and George with a wicked smile and raised her eyebrows. There was no need to suppress her temper in front of these two people. They knew how bad Bree was underneath her well-behaved nature when Bree was in first grade.

"Oh, Lord Exploiter, Prince Odd, please do as you please to Fred...and my dumb brother George."

"George, what's wrong with you? Are you thinking about how to please Prince Bree?"

……

While Bree and Weasley were in the kitchen, inside the secret room——

Azar stood blankly on the wet moss floor, looking at the fallen cauldron beside him. The blood magic that filled the air made him unable to think.

"Brie Ord?"

"Tick tock." Water drops dripped from the semicircular stone wall above the head of the secret room, awakening Azar.

No, it should be said that it was Tom. The look on his face at this time was extremely ferocious, completely different from Azar.

A black air spreads, Tom's soul keeps trembling, and the powerful soul power spreads. He is sensing everything happening here, and he wants to determine an incredible answer.

"Ta-ta-ta, plop!"

Tom kept retreating and fell to the wet ground, but he couldn't care so much. The diary in his arms fell down and he came back to his senses.

"Ah!" Tom shouted and covered his face, but the corners of his mouth kept raising.

His smile looked sharp, and his weird laughter spread throughout the empty secret room.

But his whole body exuded an aura of joy.

"Fizz!"

The huge basilisk crawled out from behind the stone statue of the rickety old man in the center of the secret room. It was not very smart, its yellow vertical pupils flashed, and it looked worriedly at the smiling Tom, the descendant of Slytherin.

"Hiss!" Hungry!
"To shut up!"

Tom heard the sound and immediately roared: "Don't bother me, you stupid guy!"

The basilisk looked ferocious for a moment, but soon the black aura in the diary made it crawl back to its nest tremblingly. The descendants of Slytherin are not only parseltongues, they can also communicate with snakes. The basilisk has been enslaved for thousands of years by signing a contract with humans. Of course, the basilisk has been here since birth. Although it will be angry at orders, it does not know the meaning of slavery. It only knows that it cannot disobey the orders of the descendants of Slytherin.

The surroundings became quiet again, and Tom slowly stood up.

Looking at the crucible, his eyes were incomprehensible: "The alchemy of life... I successfully learned it from Slytherin in the future, and also created a child of my own... who is also my child."

The moment a Horcrux is created, the soul in the Horcrux maintains all the conditions it had at that time, and there is no further progress in what happens next. At this time, Tom Riddle was still a 16-year-old wizard who had no idea about life. His understanding of alchemy was only one-sided, and he naturally could not see what Voldemort would do decades later. He naturally regarded Bree as his own child.

"We hit it off so well, Bree, but we can't be friends anymore, sorry."

Tom slowly smiled, and a different kind of light shone in his eyes.

But soon, he became worried again.

"How could you be so impulsive and expose your red eyes? Dumbledore will deal with you, silly boy!"

(End of this chapter)