Natural Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 187 The Resurrection Stone of the Gaunt Family

"Please accept my invitation, students from the future."

The portrait of Slytherin bowed slowly in the frame, and then slowly disappeared. It was obvious that the proud master did not think that Bree would not enter.

Bree looked at the petrified Draco, and a white mist appeared on his hand, and then a small green line climbed down his trouser legs, covering Draco's robe, and finally fell on Draco's neck.

"Look at Draco."

Needless to say, Breeder said that as his patron saint, the little green snake understood that Breeder asked him to protect Draco.

Entering this hidden office, the first thing Bree saw was the portrait hanging above the desk directly opposite, where Slytherin was observing Bree.

"Very brave boy." Slytherin nodded in satisfaction, then raised his eyes proudly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"I never expected to wake up again."

When Bree heard this, he was a little surprised that this was the first time Slytherin woke up. It seemed that his descendants had not woken him up before, and they had never been here.

Tom never said it here either.

"Tell me your name, child."

"Bree Olde, hello, sir." Bri heard Slytherin's inquiry, and he bowed slightly as a sign of respect for the name Slytherin. According to the academy, this person is their number one. As a senior, he is also the spiritual symbol of their college.

"Very good." Slytherin nodded again with satisfaction.

"You have a very good talent. You seem to be aware of the little cyan outside the room. There is some inquiry in Slytherin's eyes, but he is just a portrait now, and he has no intention of capturing Bree for study."

"You were surprised that I came, weren't you."

"Perhaps you are right to be cautious, because you do not have Slytherin's blood in your body. I am considering whether to tell you something."

The Slytherin in the portrait drew meaningfully and looked at Bree with a smile, as if it was time for Bree to show himself in front of him.

Bree frowned slightly.

"I want to know, are there any clues about where the Resurrection Stone is?"

After hearing about the Resurrection Stone, Slytherin thought for a moment, nodded and shook his head.

"There is a lot of information about the God of Death, but it's just a clue to the Resurrection Stone, which is outside the house. But maybe I can tell you directly what I know. After all, it was in my hand at the beginning."

"Excuse me, sir."

Slytherin hummed softly and said strangely: "Isn't there something in my study that attracts you? There are magic, alchemy, potions, and even ways to live forever."

Bree smiled, looked at the portrait of Slytherin, and asked with a hint of inquiry: "Are you still alive?"

"I don't know about life. I'm just a portrait. I don't know my memory after I leave here. I even say that I don't have any more unnecessary memories."

Bree nodded unexpectedly, but the portrait continued: "But I can be sure that I am no longer in this world."

"this world?"

Bree made a confused sound, and Slytherin was delighted for a moment when he heard this.

He said: "It seems that you know some secrets of this world. It is convenient to talk to smart people. My children do not have the awareness of another world."

"The world is mysterious, and finding the truth of the world is the wizard's ultimate pursuit."

Slytherin is obviously idealistic, and every tone of his voice carries a strong sense of self-dominance, as if he is trying to prove that he is right by making everyone around him agree with his every word.

"Of course, if you hadn't seen some wonderful things, I wouldn't have woken up." What Slytherin was saying was that Bree had gone to the source of the world, and the growth of those rules was a memory that Bree could never forget.

Bree also brought changes to the rules. As the ancient great wizard, Slytherin had done a lot of research in this area.

"Well, sir, can you tell me about the Resurrection Stone first?" Bree politely interrupted the thought about herself in Slytherin's eyes.

"Oh, the Resurrection Stone, a thing that countless people have pursued and dreamed of. It is said to belong to the God of Death."

Slytherin smiled and said: "Of course, that's just a guy. The Resurrection Stone can't bring about rebirth. It will only make the guy who is greedy for it fall into a death trap."

Slytherin reminded Breede: "Never fall into the dream of resurrection, even if there is a person in your heart who will risk his life to be resurrected."

After saying that, Slytherin didn't wait for Bree to ask why, and said: "Back then, I was also looking for the Three Holy Artifacts of Death, and finally I found the Resurrection Stone. Of course, I was very lucky. I didn't have anyone who needed to be resurrected at that time. His research is sincere.”

"I finally concluded it was trash and threw it in this office."

"Don't look, not everyone can break the confusion." Slytherin saw Bree starting to observe the study room and smiled disdainfully. Of course, this was not towards Bree.

"One of my children stole it, but I gave him my magical locket for inheritance early tomorrow, but he still greedily wants to break the rules of this world and pursue immortality again."

"Immortality..." Brie couldn't help but wonder: "Don't you have a way for him to survive?"

Slytherin had clearly said before that he had a method of immortality.

"Not dying, haha, not dying is easy." Slytherin laughed loudly, until he laughed enough, he said: "That is to leave this world without immortal rules, or become an immortal monster..."

"There is no real immortality in this world."

Slytherin was not going to say more on this. He continued: "If you want to find the Resurrection Stone, then go find it from my descendant, Gunter. Of course, according to that kid's nature, he will The Resurrection Stone is made into an ordinary ring.”

The Gaunts?
Tom’s maternal clan!
Bree raised her eyebrows in surprise. Maybe Tom already knew where the Resurrection Stone was, but why would he let himself do it again? There was no way he could have guessed that Slytherin would meet him.

Tom, who was far away in the wizarding world on the other side of the ocean, sneezed. The cold wind around him was cold, but it couldn't stop his smile.

"My dear little Bree has gone to the Chamber of Secrets. As a custom for descendants of Slytherin, you can't help but go there and get some things." Tom briskly took the file bag in his hand and walked into a house that stood tall in the French wizarding world. Vacant shops on commercial streets, talk to the sellers who have been waiting for them for a long time.

"It's up to you to find this ring, kid."

Slytherin smiled, but looked at Bree's steps to leave, and reminded: "I'm not sure if I can wake up when you come next time. This study will fall into a deep sleep again. Are you right?" No ideas here?”

Bree stopped and said with a hint of reserve: "I'm not sure I can get your approval, sir."

"My waking up is approval." Slytherin smiled helplessly, and continued: "Find my locket, that's the key here. Of course, don't come here through the passage of the basilisk."

"In Slytherin, every fireplace serves as a doorway here."

"After you get the locket, try to open it. I look forward to you embarking on the path I once took, find the original truth of the world, and fulfill our wishes."

There were noises outside the house, and the portraits in the study became duller. Bree slowly walked out. The real treasure here was probably the portrait of Slytherin himself, but now he didn't want to talk to him.

When the room closed and the walls returned to their original state, Draco gradually regained consciousness.

"Oh, what happened?"

Draco felt like he was entangled in something and couldn't move, but he looked around and found nothing.

"This place is too evil, Brie, let's get out of here quickly!"

"Bang!"

The door to what looked like a Potions classroom suddenly opened, and Bree and Draco looked and saw only a blur of flames.

Draco came closer, but felt no heat.

"Let's go." Bree knew that this was the correct way to leave the Chamber of Secrets. After all, according to legend, the Chamber of Secrets was originally a place where Slytherin taught the students he liked. Not only those students, but also Slytherin himself. Maybe it was not uncommon in their time for a teleportation magic to come out of the wet and smelly sewer.

Bree stepped through the flame gate first, and Draco followed closely after seeing this.

"Wow, this is our dormitory?"

Draco looked at the scene in front of him with some disbelief, and the fireplace behind him had returned to its original appearance. It was warm, and of course he would get burned if he put his hand in it.

"This is the magic left by Slytherin." Bree answered for Draco, but Draco was not very interested.

"We just went and took a look around, but we didn't come back with anything good!"

Draco lay flat on his bed, a little angry on his face. It was a shame to come back from the adventure with nothing.

"Don't be angry. Let's go take a look next time. You see, it's already late."

The conversation with Slytherin wasted a lot of time, and now I am afraid that tonight's dinner will soon begin. Although it is said that it is Christmas, tonight's meal will still be very rich.

By the time Bree and Draco arrived in the hall, Professor Flitwick had stopped decorating most of the places, and the dining tables of the four houses had been pushed to the corners, leaving only a small table in the center. table for the students and professors staying on campus to enjoy tonight’s food.

"There are a lot of little snakes this year." Draco curled his lips and sat at the corner of the table with Bree. He and Bree didn't want to be next to Dumbledore. The food there was a bit sweeter than ordinary ones. Temperature, especially pumpkin juice or lemonade, if they are not careful, they will choke on the sweet syrup.

"Brie, where were you this afternoon?"

At this time, Hermione sat over, and Bree raised her eyes and glanced at Harry, who was looking forward to him, and frowned, but it was aimed at Hagrid, who was sitting next to Harry.

Also, Hagrid is now a professor. Although he is not qualified, and many young wizards do not like the Care of Magical Creatures class he takes, but as Dumbledore's recommendation and approval, Hagrid has not fallen from this position.

"What's the matter, Bree?" Hermione saw Bree staring at Hagrid, and she was a little confused. Although there was something wrong with Hagrid's current state, or even during this period, it was understandable.

"I was just thinking about my dead Flobber caterpillars and I remember I didn't give them that much lettuce."

Flobber Caterpillar, this is a course that Bri, or the little wizards of all grades, are learning recently. Raising a Flobber Caterpillar, of course, can only be raised in a special classroom.

"Well, Hagrid is just worried that they don't have enough to eat..." Hermione couldn't continue, because the death of those Flobber caterpillars was indeed Hagrid's responsibility.

"Maybe Buckbeak is about to be tried. Hagrid is a little sad. We can't put too much pressure on him. Well, he said it himself."

Hermione shrugged, indicating that she too was helpless.

"Buckbeak?" Brie was in a daze for a moment, and then she realized that Buckbeak was the hippogriff.

"That big guy should resign and leave Hogwarts, so he won't have these worries." Draco sneered as he cut the green apple pie aside, adding some jam and adding some jam to it. The apple pie was handed to Bree.

"Oh, you can't always be like this, Malfoy." Hermione felt like she couldn't talk to Draco, but she felt that Draco had some truth, and Hagrid was her friend.

"You know very well, Granger, he's not suitable to be a professor. I didn't expect to graduate as a Hogwarts student who only knew how much Flobberworm caterpillars could eat."

Hermione pursed her lips. Recently, because of Buckbeak's incident, the quality of Hagrid's classes was not satisfactory. She even absolutely used the time turner to attend the Care of Magical Creatures class. Wasn't it a waste of her time? So on this matter, she couldn't refute Draco.

"Let's give him some more chances..."

Hermione sighed, and then said calmly: "Okay, I'm here to help Hagrid. We can't kill a life..."

Hermione suddenly stopped talking, looked up across the table, and saw Azar, who had been eating with his head down. She suddenly became speechless and didn't know what to say.

Azar may now be waiting for Buckbeak's fresh heart to save his life.

A human life and Buckbeak's life were placed in front of Hermione, which made it difficult for her to ask Bree and Draco for help and speak for Buckbeak.

"Okay, I knew this was a problem." Hermione scratched her messy hair angrily and buried her face in her flat chest.

Draco snorted and did not continue to talk back to Hermione. After all, Hermione was not the disgusting Virgin bitch at this time. People are inherently selfish, let alone a strange magical creature that has brought danger.

"I think you should go and persuade Hagrid. Regarding Buckbeak, all I can do is not to interfere." Bree sighed, glanced at Draco and said, "Although Buckbeak was He got violent and almost hurt Draco, but I can also guarantee that Draco will not pursue it."

"But you understand, it was Azar's mother who wanted Buckbeak's life, and it was to save Azar's life."

Hermione nodded, stood up and said, "Sorry, maybe I didn't think carefully enough about this matter."

Hermione forced a smile and walked in the direction of Harry. She was thinking that maybe it would be more meaningful to comfort Hagrid over Buckbeak. In the human world, if people eat animals and protect animals at the same time, Talking about it will cause disputes, but this is the rule of the world. Humans can protect animals, but this needs to be done when humans do not need to kill animals.

Due to natural selection, a magical creature that hurts humans has lost the right to be treated kindly.

"Sorry, Harry, I don't think Bree and Draco want to join us. Hagrid... and Buckbeak will have to rely on us. Of course, Bree promises that Draco will not be involved in this."

"Oh, look, I told them they wouldn't be kind." Ron snorted, chewing on a chicken leg.

Harry listened and smiled, but seeing Draco whispering to Bree in the distance, and Draco laughing at Hagrid's appearance, he was a little worried that Bree would stay away from him because of this incident.

After all, as a child who had been bullied since he was a child, his involvement in this matter was not because of Buckbeak, but because he could not avoid Hagrid, who led him into the magical world.

"Ron, this matter is not Odd's problem in the first place. They have no obligation to help us." Harry pulled Ron, but Ron refused to let go, even eating chicken legs to free up his mouth.

"Shut up, Weasley!" Hermione was not used to Ron. She said directly: "If you think you are hungry and don't need to eat what is in your mouth to survive, you can just point at everyone and scold them. .”

"Or you think chickens aren't living things."

After Hermione finished speaking, she stopped looking at Ron and whispered to Harry, trying to find a way to comfort Hagrid and help Hagrid get over the loss of Buckbeak quickly.

(End of this chapter)