Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 158 The fate of the dead dragon egg
Nico Flamel stayed in Bree's alchemy shop and began to teach Bree the alchemy skills, and the Weasley twins also came to Diagon Alley half a month before the start of school to help Bree make some simple alchemy techniques. items to make extra money.

"That's right. You have to learn to treat alchemy items as your own children instead of simply piecing them together. You have to be full of emotions about them..."

"Your idea is very good. If it is made, it will definitely be good news for little wizards. I hope the children will not be overly addicted. Oh, I am looking forward to it!"

Nico Flamel, who was like a child, was nagging Bredot to speed up the experiment.

This is an idea that Brie came up with when he was studying natural alchemy some time ago, which is to use magical illusions to create an arena where little wizards can control characters to fight. The characters need to extract alchemy cards to obtain them. The illusion of the arena is also stored in Alchemy. in items.

This idea was inspired by An Qing's memory. At this time, there was no such novel object in the British wizarding world. I believe that such a thing can make young wizards put it down and surpass wizard chess in one fell swoop to become the new favorite. , and as long as it succeeds, it will become a means of income for the family.

If Potter can make a fortune by selling shampoo, why can't Bri Od make a fortune by making money from the little wizard? Besides, this is not harmful to the little wizard, as it can help the little wizard practice magic and become familiar with battles.

In Bree's expectation, maybe the little wizard's consciousness can be allowed to enter the arena and fight in the future, and the cards are only the first step. Let's see the market's reaction first, and those pure-blood families...

Brie, who was working on the workbench, quickly put down the scattered things.

"Sorry, Mr. Nico Flamel, I don't think I can accompany you in the experiment today."

It took more than a month for Draco to come. Today he is coming to Diagon Alley. Bree had promised to help him make up for a birthday present, but now he has decided what to use.

"Oh, it's been a month. Yes, you really should rest. You are still young. Go ahead and I will finish some of the work behind. This alchemy fantasy is complete. We only need to make a few more simple pictures. Cards, of course, require your special magic power as a source of energy.”

Nico Flamel soon returned to alchemical operations.

If it was an ordinary gadget, he would not be so excited, but Bree's magic power is too special, full of vitality, and its combination with alchemy is simply a miracle...

Bree rummaged around on the second floor and took out the dead dragon eggs that had been soaked in the potion. Some ordinary things were no longer enough to satisfy Draco. Maybe eating dragon eggs would satisfy him. satisfy.

"Draco, little dragon..." Draco should like this gift.

With this in mind, Briley teleported his notes to a courtyard outside London, where he prepared dinner. Being unfamiliar with cooking, he could only simply crack open the dragon egg.

"Here, he's almost born."

Inside the dragon egg, there was a curled up baby dragon wrapped in a thin egg liquid. It looked like it had broken out of its shell. Unfortunately, it was lifeless and just a body.

Clean the baby dragon and throw it into the big pot. Bree put in some seasonings and started to stew. Then he went out to buy some snacks in London until Draco, led by Ver, came to the yard through the notes. , Brie just came back.

"Do you still need guests to wait for you, Bree?" Draco pretended to be dissatisfied and sat on the sofa, looking around and said: "This is the place where you live. It is so simple. It is not as big as my kitchen."

Draco was picky.

Brie placed the snacks on the dining table, walked to the kitchen and brought out the stewed dragon meat.

"Oh, what is this? It smells delicious." Draco came up and wondered as he looked at the stewed dragon meat that was beyond recognition.

And Bree chuckled.

"This is your gift. I made it with my own hands. I hope it can be used as a compensation for your birthday gift."

personally?

Draco raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Don't say it's something inedible. I don't want to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies before school starts."

"St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, are you sick? Where are you going and what are you doing?" Brie asked curiously while arranging the dishes.

Draco's face was a little embarrassed, but he still said: "It's my mother... Do you remember the Dobby before? It was a house elf that my mother brought back then, but it was too different, just like a house elf. It’s like the reincarnation of a troll. He couldn’t even clean my grandfather’s study and almost broke his portrait.”

"This time he and Potter teamed up to deceive my father, which made my mother very angry. He planned to go to the Black family, my mother's mother's house, to find the contract with Dobby, and to go to the Wizengamot to seek help from Potter and Dobby. Than’s trial, when deception was a crime!”

Draco was arrogant because he was the one who made the suggestion, but he soon lost it.

The Wizengamot is the court of the wizarding world, led by the Ministry of Magic and many respected wizards. It has the highest legal power and can even judge the Minister of Magic for his mistakes when he is in office.

If Harry is brought to this court, he will definitely be punished according to the method he used to disgrace the house elves. In a chaotic place, such gangster behavior will naturally not be punished, but he is on the bright side of the wizarding world. , As for which diary belongs to Malfoy, I'm sorry, the Malfoy family has many ways to cover it up.

Bree looked at Draco's frustrated face and knew without even thinking that something unexpected had happened.

Draco sighed and said, "My mother returned to Black's ancestral house, but the house elf there was also a lunatic, saying that my mother is already Malfoy and has no right to enter, unless all Black's family is dead , only then will my mother be allowed in the ancestral home."

Speaking of this, Draco felt a little angry and disgusted.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Blake escaped and ran outside the Blake ancestral home, trying to sneak in!"

"My mother met him and he ran away quickly, but my mother may have been frightened. I accompanied her to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries."

Just when Bree was still wondering who Blake was, Nico, who was outside the yard, came back covered in mud.

"Go take a shower, Nico."

Nico has been cultivating flowers that can give birth to spiritual consciousness in the past few days, and now it has achieved results. He has been taking care of it day and night. When he saw Draco, his expression suddenly changed, but with Bree around, he didn't dare Say more.

"Hmph." Nico snorted and went upstairs to take a shower.

Soon Draco was sitting at the table, waiting politely...

After finishing the meal, Draco wiped his mouth with satisfaction. He took out a newspaper from the seamless stretch bag in his pocket and handed it to Bree.

"Well, I don't know if you are interested. Anyway, you should be more careful recently and don't run outside Diagon Alley. Black only entered Azkaban after killing a whole street of people."

Speaking of this, Draco remembered something and said silently: "You should have read about the Savior's deeds. He killed the mysterious man when he was young...and the reason why the mysterious man was able to find Potter was because Black informed him , Humph, but my mother doesn’t believe he would be such a person.”

"Black's whole family is Slytherin, but he, Black, is indeed an alien, a Gryffindor!"

The nagging Draco chirped, and said with some aftertaste: "This meat is so delicious, why? I'll ask my mother to make some when I get back."

"It's dragon meat, Draco. I bought a dead dragon egg before. It's not bad."

Bree looked at Draco with a smile, but Draco's face looked a little strange, and he sat stiffly in the chair, as if someone had cast a petrification spell.

"Draco?"

Bree stood up and touched Draco lightly, and Draco, who came back to his senses, stared at Bree with a look of confusion on his face, and said with trembling lips: "Dragon?"

"You cooked dragon meat, this...how can you cook dragon meat!"

Draco jumped into the meat pot to take a look, and quickly identified it, it was a Peruvian Vipertooth Dragon!

Draco, who was suppressing the turmoil in his stomach, looked at Bree with a sincere face, held back the curse words he wanted to say, and clenched his fists.

"Isn't it delicious, Draco?"

Brie was very surprised. It tasted very good, but he had eaten eight bowls just now.

"...Not bad." Draco sighed inwardly as he looked at Bree's incomprehensible look. How could he dissuade a black crow with a badger belly from eating.

"But don't make dragons again."

Bree shrugged and said nothing, with a smile in his eyes. Of course he knew Draco liked dragons, but he didn't expect to like them so much... It's just that the meat was so fragrant.

"Okay, I have to go back. My father came to the Ministry of Magic today to explain Black's affairs. I can't stay too long."

Draco sighed, "I've been at parties during the holidays, and my mom has been introducing me to girls."

"What's even weirder is that my mother looks at me strangely, and so does my father. They are all telling me that I should start a family with a girl, maintain Malfoy's dignity, and learn to hide some forbidden love and not move to another place. Come to the surface."

Draco muttered.

"It's so weird. Where did I get...forbidden emotions? Really, I'm only 13 years old."

13-year-old Draco is already a slender boy. In the UK, it is normal to fall in love, but Draco obviously does not have this idea.

Draco quickly left Diagon Alley, and when Bree returned to the London courtyard through the notes, he saw Nico Flamel eating meat on the dining table.

Bridao: "I just called you and you were making the cards. Are you done now?"

Nico Flamel was eating and said to Bree: "You will definitely be pleasantly surprised."

He took out a card from his pocket and handed it to Bree.

The card is golden and shows Nico Flamel in his old age.

"The card needs some aura of the original character. If this person is already dead, then you need to understand his power and simulate their aura, otherwise the reality of the character cannot be interpreted."

"It's like a magic portrait, but not as smart. Probably better than a chocolate frog card."

Nico Flamel finished his dinner and wiped his mouth.

"I took these bones. I was going to make some dragon series cards and make alchemy items from the bones. Your little friend didn't look very happy."

Make a gift out of the eaten bones and give it to Draco...

"As long as you like it."

Bree took the card and returned to the second floor of the merchandise in Diagon Alley, taking out the alchemy environment.

This is something like a plate. There are some card slots around the plate where cards can be placed.

Bree placed the plate on the ground and used the wizard's magic to power the special power device inside the plate.

Soon, the surrounding environment changed and unfolded like an arena. Bree poured natural magic into the cards in his hand as an energy source, and then threw them onto the chuck. Soon a wise old man with drooping eyebrows Just show up in the ring.

"Mr. Nico Flamel's research on alchemy has indeed reached a very advanced level."

During his research, Nico Lemay helped Burri a lot and gave him many new ideas, which was completely different from reading books. It was just like the one-on-one guidance given to him by the previous professor, which gave him a lot of knowledge. They all came together quickly.

Pack your stuff.

"Maybe sales will start soon."

With Nico Flamel's endorsement, Bree naturally has no worries about buying these things in Diagon Alley. However, Nico Flamel's will to die has not subsided, and Bri has to cure Tom's body as soon as possible. .

"Ver."

Bree shouted to the people downstairs: "Close the store, I'll go back to the corner building, don't let anyone disturb me."

Tom has been staying in the turret, and Bree has to study natural alchemy there. The soul seed he obtained before has grown on its own, which proves that Bree's prediction is correct. He now needs to create a body that can Tom is resurrected.

Back in the turret, Bree took out the soul seed and began to cook the house elf stuff in the crucible. The difference from before was that this time he needed to add the soul seed as the cornerstone of Tom's soul.

On the other side, Nico Flamel returned to the shop in Diagon Alley through the notebook pages left by Bree with a pile of bones in his arms, ready to continue his research.

"Little guy, what are you doing here?"

"Ah, Mr. Flamel, Bree is out, let me watch here."

Nicole Flamel looked at the floating notes with a gloomy gaze, nodded and said, "Oh, that's right, young people must have some time for themselves."

After saying that, he walked to the workbench and began to modify the dragon bones. He continued to assemble them with his flexible hands, and soon a dragon skeleton was placed on the table. Then he began to boil the potion and carve the magic script...

He still smelled something else.

……

"Brie, did you finally remember me?"

Tom walked out with a pale face. The collapse of his body became more and more serious. Only staying in the soul stone could make him feel more comfortable. However, Bree was not around for a long time. He stayed in the soul stone in the silent turret. It's like being imprisoned, even more uncomfortable than falling asleep in a diary.

"I'll cure you soon, Tom."

Tom leaned against the wall, watching Bree brewing the potion, and said with deep eyes: "Nicholas Flamel?"

Tom vaguely heard Nico Flamel's name.

"He's in Diagon Alley, where I opened an alchemy shop."

"Alchemy shop?"

Tom's eyes flickered, and he didn't understand the deeper meaning of Bree's behavior.

"I suppose your ambition goes beyond providing little wizards with some quills when they start school."

Maybe Bree should tell Tom everything?

"I decided to create the Should family, Tom."

Tom's eyes flashed, a little surprised, but he quickly smiled and said: "Don't you want to be the next Dark Lord? Ruling the wizarding world is much more interesting than a small family."

"Reign... is short-lived, Tom."

Bri went through the biography in his mind and quickly said: "From ancient times to the present, no one can sit on the throne forever. Prosperity is a hurdle, death is also a hurdle, and descendants are also a hurdle."

"Light is worse than darkness. Compared with a master standing on the stage, how can there be a family whose master dare not move? It is not eye-catching and no one dares to move."

Bree, who was honest with Tom, continued: "I originally needed Voldemort to help me stand on the bright side, of course, not as Voldemort, but as my elder."

Bree glanced at Tom and teased: "Who knew you were so eager to be resurrected."

Tom was silent for a moment.

"You mean the elders?"

"Maybe I can try it. After all, I am really resurrected, and I must have an identity that can come out. I didn't do what Voldemort did."

Tom coughed and smelled a very disgusting smell.

In the crucible, the potion boiled, and Bree threw in the soul seeds. The strange smell that emerged continued to invade Tom's soul.

"You have a contract in your soul, and this pot of potion is similar to the one last time. You will naturally feel uncomfortable... and this time it will be more painful."

"Pain, I'm more worried about death than pain."

Tom walked forward slowly and said, "Are you ready?"

"That's almost it. Take off your clothes and walk in."

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a petrifying curse flew over!
"Who!"

Bree stretched out her hand to block, and the magic formed a barrier, blocking the curse that hit herself and Tom. However, the power of the curse was so powerful that Bree couldn't help but staggered, and had to protect Tom, her body stiffened. For a moment.

"Plop!" A pile of bones fell into the crucible, stirring up several streams of magic potion juice.

Tom looked at Bree worriedly, then turned around and looked at the door, where he saw Nico Flamel holding up his hand that had not yet been retracted.

"Oude, you are making life alchemy!"

Tom and Bree hadn't spoken yet, but Nico Flamel's next words made them stunned on the spot, and Tom was even colder.

"You're replicating a house elf!"

House elves!
Tom suddenly looked at the crucible. The potion still boiling inside made him gag. He looked at Bree blankly and said indifferently: "Is this an alchemy potion for making house elves?"

Bree frowned. He didn't expect Nico Flamel to barge in at this time. Where's Ver!

And Nico Flamel directly told the story about the house elves.

"As expected of a master alchemist." Bree turned his head away, instead of looking at Nicole Flamel's questioning eyes, he met Tom's eyes full of tyranny.

"I was originally going to give it to Voldemort, but your soul took his place. I knew it was hard for you to accept, so I didn't tell you. This is the only explanation."

"...It's really hard to accept. How could I become such a humble creature? I would rather die!"

Tom's soul returned to the soul stone, and his body swayed feebly and fell.

Bree supported him and sighed silently.

At this time, Nico Flamel also walked up to Bree. He stared directly at Tom. Soon his face changed drastically. He pointed at Bree and said in disbelief: "You, you have made this evil thing." ceremony!"

Nico Flamel obviously knew the details of this ritual. He pinched Tom's wrist and quickly released it. He was heartbroken and angrily said: "This is the most evil sacrifice. You killed someone?"

"You need to kill people to make Horcruxes, and then use Horcruxes to make house elves. How can you be so cruel? Alchemy is not something that is harmful to the magic world!"

"Oude, you have to take the right path. Our study of alchemy should benefit the wizarding world!"

He looked at the still boiling crucible and decided to destroy it, but Bree did not stop him. The potion had been destroyed by the pile of dragon bones. What he should be thinking about now was how to deal with Nico Flamel. .

"Buzz!"

The resurrection potion works...

Nico Flamel looked at the embryo slowly gestating in the pot with a pale face, but soon he exclaimed: "No, the dragon bone has no soul and cannot be resurrected. What is this!"

"Embryo!"

"What is going on in the embryo that is giving birth to the soul? This is a miracle!"

Nicolas Flamel, who was still just and awe-inspiring just now, preparing to educate Bree, immediately changed his expression. He kept looking at the embryo in the crucible. He touched it carefully and felt the heartbeat. He said obsessively: "You are in the potion. What did you put?"

"Soul Seed, I discovered some secrets contained in nature. You can feel it, right? This is exactly the same as a normal gestation of living beings. It is definitely not the alchemy of life."

Bree stared at Nico Flamel.

"You should probably kill it."

Nico Flamel glanced at Bree awkwardly and coughed.

"My voice was a little loud just now...little Oude, haha."

Nicole Flamel stood by the cauldron tightly, watching the subtle growth of this life with dim eyes.

"It's not life alchemy, certainly not."

Bree replied noncommittally.

"This is natural alchemy, Mr. Flamel, but it is still a work in progress..."

As if confirming Bree's words, the embryos in the crucible appeared a little dead.

Nico Flamel's face changed drastically and he shouted: "No, you can't leave!"

The soul power in the embryo was insufficient and could not support its growth. Originally, Bree was planning to let Tom and the soul seed grow complementary, but now only the soul seed is not enough.

"Perhaps with some time, I can condense a soul seed again, but I have to provide it to Tom first. Tom is much more important than a life that doesn't exist yet."

"No, it's not the same!"

"I'm running out of time."

Nico Flamel looked at the embryo and hesitantly picked it up and said, "I'll think of a way. I'll take it away first."

(End of this chapter)