The days at Hogwarts

Stable and highly conductive, these properties sound very suitable for a powerful alchemical array.

Snape glanced at him again and did not answer. He carefully observed the situation in the cup.

The magic stone powder containing tremendous magical power dissolved in the mucus, the fiery red color appeared one by one, gurgling bubbles rose, and the viscous solution was like boiling water, releasing a large amount of light and heat.

The silver knife kept rolling in the mucus, colliding with the inner wall of the cup, making a crisp sound.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Loren and Snape's faces turned red and they felt hot as if they were facing a blazing bonfire and had been watching it all night.

Snape first used a freezing spell to cool the cup, then reached out and carefully fished out the silver knife.

The temperature had completely cooled down, and the metal handle felt a little icy. As soon as he held the knife, Snape felt the difference. He held the knife with his slender fingers and waved it gently.

A ray of magical light shot out from the tip of the knife, hit the wall of the storage room, and was absorbed by Hogwarts' defensive formation.

"This knife has the properties of a magic wand!" Loren said in amazement.

Snape's action just now was not wandless casting, but replacing the gesture of waving a wand with waving a knife, which shows that the small knife has certain characteristics of a wand.

"Without the core and material, we can only cast some simple spells, and the power is not as strong as that of a wand." Snape quickly figured out the clues. "The mucus in the cup was in a chaotic state, and the properties of the Philosopher's Stone were activated, replacing the properties of the leaching liquid on the silver knife!"

Snape's tone gradually became excited: "This means that as long as the conditions are right, we can bring out the power of the Philosopher's Stone!"

"Chaos, magic, excellent conductors..." Snape walked back and forth in front of the test bench, muttering the experimental conditions. The Potions Professor, who had just been calm and silent, fell into a trance.

From the moment he learned about the Philosopher's Stone, Snape's dead heart was no longer the same.

The Philosopher's Stone, which grants wishes, turns the impossible into possible, and is the legendary potion of immortality. Since the Philosopher's Stone is so powerful, can it also bring the dead back to life?

These four words seemed to have magic, taking root in Snape's heart and growing countless tentacles, tickling his desires frantically.

During the holidays, he looked up all the information about the Philosopher's Stone, but it only made his desires and thoughts stronger.

He tried his best to control his behavior and tried hard to play the role of Professor Severus Snape. It was an amazing display of his perseverance that he did not start the experiment until Friday night of the first week.

But the Philosopher's Stone was right before his eyes, and its magical properties broke the laws of magic. He could no longer control his thoughts and kept thinking about the possibility of a potion to bring the dead back to life.

"What does immortality have to do with replacement? What exactly is being replaced..." Snape kept muttering to himself.

Although Loren didn't know what was going on, the scene before him was obviously abnormal.

"Professor! Professor!" Loren couldn't help but interrupt him, "As a refiner, Nico can make full use of the Philosopher's Stone. He has only refined the Elixir of Life in his life."

"He's not even ageless. His body has aged badly. A gust of wind could break his bones."

Loren didn't want the professor of Potions to indulge in unrealistic delusions. If he did, his whole life might be in vain.

But these words were like a fire, completely lighting up the light in Snape's eyes. He was so excited that he half squatted down and kept shaking Loren's shoulders: "You said Nicolas Flamel is not immortal, he is just immortal! He is just immortal!"

"The property of the Philosopher's Stone is replacement. Nico's Elixir of Immortality only replaces death! If a death that has not yet occurred is replaced, it is the Elixir of Immortality. If a death that has already occurred is replaced--"

"This is the resurrection potion!"

Loren immediately understood Snape's idea. He wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to make a resurrection potion to undo the mistakes he made in the past and revive the dead Lily.

"Replace! Undying! Hahahahahaha!" Snape looked like a madman, with his eyes wide open and laughing wildly, nothing like the usual Potions professor.

This was already a bit scary. Loren raised the Philosopher's Stone in his hand and threatened: "Professor Snape! In view of your condition, I think we should stop the relevant experiments!"

"Moreover, death is the basic law of life. Any attempt to reverse death will surely bring about a huge disaster!"

"You don't understand! You don't understand at all!" A tear fell from Snape's left eye, peeling off the shell of madness, the disguised arrogance and indifference, revealing a body that had been tortured by guilt, regret, and self-blame for eleven years.

"As long as I can open those eyes again, I am willing to exchange..." He did not explain anything, but took a deep breath, squatted down and looked at Loren, and said in a trembling voice: "I will not destroy the laws of the world. The transfer of characteristics requires a target. I will become a container that carries death."

"Let me continue this experiment, please."

This is the Headmaster of Slytherin... Professor Snape, who seemed to be always proud, made such a gesture. Loren felt as if his heart was blocked by something.

Loren held the Philosopher's Stone in his hand and finally agreed:

"You need to abide by three rules. First, this must be approved by Dumbledore."

"Second, I must be present when the Philosopher's Stone is used."

"Third, you must live a normal life during the experiment."

……

The corridor in the basement was quiet, and the shadows hidden behind the corners were swaying as if they were going to eat people.

Loren didn't know how he walked out of Snape's office. In his mind, he still recalled Snape's words, which were not spoken loudly: "Characteristic transfer requires a target. I will become a vessel of death."

There will be only one update today. I kowtow to all the readers and dare not make any promises. I will make up for it later if I can.

Chapter 164: Perception of Death

The lights in the common room were still on, but it was already very late at night. The common room, which was bustling during the day, was now quiet as most of the young wizards had gone to bed.

The cold moonlight and the lamp intertwined, this was the candlelight Hermione was reading. The girl's hair was loose, very fluffy and messy, and the blue striped pajamas were soft, making Hermione unable to resist the sleepiness.

"Ah~"

Hermione yawned hazily, and her usually lively eyes became a little dull. She glanced lazily towards the door, still no movement, the damn Loren had not come back yet.

Turning the page of the book open on her lap, Hermione immersed herself in the book and continued her waiting.

This was the scene Loren saw when he crawled in from the cave. A lazy girl was sitting cross-legged on the sofa. She was very sleepy and her reactions were a little slow, so Loren could see the light slowly blooming in her eyes when she noticed his return.

The bright moonlight is beautiful, and the scattered lights are also beautiful, but neither of them can compare to the girl's sleepy eyes.

"Go to bed if you're sleepy. No need to wait for me."

Loren walked over to Hermione and sat down. The sudden weight of the sofa sank, and Hermione couldn't sit still. She held Loren's shoulders in panic, then slapped him in a reproachful manner.

"Who's waiting for you!" Hermione's voice was tender, with the softness that comes from when one has just woken up and has a fuzzy mind.

Thinking of Professor Snape and Lily, the best friends ended up being strangers, and even separated by life and death. There are many regrets in this world, but fortunately, at least there are people in front of us to cherish.

Loren felt an impulse in his heart. He reached out and hugged Hermione into his arms. He whispered in a muffled voice beside the girl's fair neck: "Hermione, thank you."

The boy's reckless action made Hermione's sleepiness disappear instantly. Her neck was blown by the hot air he exhaled, and boundless shyness surged like a wave, making Hermione dare not look up.

Why is this person like this!

Finally, Hermione couldn't bear it anymore. She whimpered and hurriedly squeezed out of the embrace. Without looking back, she staggered up the stairs.

It was not until the railing blocked his view that Loren heard a very quiet reminder: "I want to tell you that Hagrid asked us to go find him tomorrow."

What message do you want to convey? Can't Harry and Ron, who are in the same dormitory, convey it?

Loren was in a very good mood for a while, and even had the urge to sing and shout loudly. He was not sleepy at all, and felt that his hands and feet had endless energy.

He hummed a tune all the way to respond to Neville's snoring, covered himself with the quilt, and entered the book of fantasy.

Flamel had just finished sorting and filing medical books. There were so many books collected from Muggle libraries, hundreds of thousands of them, that it took half a year just to read the names. Moreover, the names of some books were very difficult to pronounce and did not conform to normal grammatical habits.

The purpose of organizing and archiving was to help Loren, but occasionally when he saw some books on drama analysis and aesthetic appreciation, he would always indulge in them and time passed by.

Fortunately, the library in the virtual world is not affected by gravity, and you can organize the bookshelves by waving your fingers, and the progress is not slow.

Flamel was reading an article comparing "Faust" and "The Divine Comedy". He looked very serious and occasionally nodded in agreement when he read a brilliant argument.

A glowing consciousness took shape in the library, and Loren's figure appeared in front of Flamel.

"Flamel, can the Philosopher's Stone be used to make a potion that can bring back the dead? I mean the idea of ​​replacing death as a characteristic!" As soon as Loren appeared, he rushed in front of Flamel and asked excitedly.

Hearing this question, Flamel's expression restrained. He gently pushed the book in his hand away, letting it float to the side.

"To be honest, the idea is right."

Ok?

Loren blinked, a little stunned. Nico hadn't made the resurrection potion for so many years, and he thought Snape would be in vain in the end. And you told me that this idea was correct?

Flamel summoned two chairs and asked Loren to sit in front of him: "Although the idea is correct, it is almost impossible to achieve."

"Almost impossible?" Loren noticed the word and rejected it, but not completely.

Flamel created a projection of a body in the air, referring to the atlases in the medical books he had compiled over the past few days. The projection depicted the texture of the muscles, the functioning of the internal organs, and the flow of blood.

He pointed to the location of the heart and explained to Loren: "Death is a general concept. It is not a characteristic of reality and is difficult to classify and label. The death of a wizard is even more complicated. Does death mean that the heart stops beating, the brain loses consciousness, or the soul dies?"

Loren looked at the projection, thoughtful.

There are concepts like cells stopping life activities and body metabolism stopping. However, wizards are different from Muggles. Wizards’ concepts contain idealistic content.

For example, if a wizard's bones were pulled out one by one, he could drink a bottle of bone-growing spirit and they would grow back overnight, without considering issues such as muscles, nerves, and blood vessels.

For any Muggle doctor, seeing this kind of thing would have the same impact on him as being hit by a fully loaded semi-trailer while walking on the road, and decades of concepts in his mind would be shattered.

This difference is not caused by physiology, but by cognitive differences. The wizard's understanding of the human body is very superficial. Bones are bones, muscles are muscles, and the two are separate.

With concepts, wizards can perform magic based on these concepts.

Under the guidance of cognition, wizards have taken a strange medical path through magic and developed potions such as Bone Spirit and Bafei Brain Awakening Agent.

Flamel pointed out the difference between the two concepts, explaining that death is not a concept with clear boundaries, and then pulled the time back to the 14th century: "When Nicolò was refining the elixir of immortality, Europe was experiencing an outbreak of the Black Death..."

The Black Death reaped lives without discrimination, regardless of gender, age, rich or poor, noble or slave.

The child who was able to climb up tree branches to pick fruits yesterday began to have black spots on his body the next day, large areas of skin necrosis, and blood kept oozing out.

"It took only two hours at the fastest and no more than a week at the longest. People died quickly. From Constantinople to Egypt, Jerusalem, Paris, Spain, Florence, and Venice, the entire continent was shrouded in the plague. The villages became deserted and the cities were filled with corpses. It was in that environment that Nico witnessed the deaths of thousands of people."

"Countless dead entities accumulated in Nico's mind, forming an indescribable yet real cognition. Based on this, he refined the elixir of immortality. Every time death came, it was replaced by some animals."

"Nicol also tried to make a potion to bring back the dead, but the line between death that has not yet come and death that has already come is clear and unshakable. His conclusion is that his understanding of death is not comprehensive enough..."

There was nostalgia in Flamel's eyes. He was recalling the people and things he had met over the past few hundred years, and mourning the plague that raged six hundred years ago.

Disease brought the rampage of death, the divine authority inherited by Muggles for thousands of years was subverted by the fear of death, panic gave rise to riots, massacres were everywhere, and famine was accompanied by looting.

At that time, the entire European continent was on the brink of collapse. It was in that environment that Nico realized that death was the way to redemption.

"In short, Nico's refining process is full of coincidences, and these coincidences cannot be replicated."

……

Principal's office.

After listening to Snape's idea about the resurrection potion and his plea that abandoned all dignity, Dumbledore looked solemn. He did not rush to agree, nor did he refuse.

After pondering for a while, he slowly said: "Severus, I once hoped to reverse death. But as I get older, the distance between me and death keeps getting shorter. The closer I get to death, the more I understand its power."

"Death is the most equal law of all life. Anyone who attempts to conquer death will eventually be lost..."

Snape stood in front of his desk, not saying a word. When Dumbledore finished his lecture and talked about the dangers of resurrection, he said calmly: "Look at me, a rat struggling in the mud, trying to grab any floating object."

He replied in a calm tone: "But what if I put you here?"

Dumbledore fell silent. He didn't want to think about this question, but the thought kept popping up in his mind: If he had the chance to hear Ariana's laughter again, what would he be willing to exchange for it?

The thought startled Dumbledore.

……

"Oliver! Genius has just dawned!"

Early in the morning, several people in the dormitory were awakened by Harry's screams.

Loren and the others watched as Harry was dragged off the bed by Wood, like a human trafficker putting a child in a sack, and then put into a red team robe and taken out of the dormitory for training.

The people in the dormitory looked at each other with confused eyes, some of them still sleepy.

Before they could react, Harry turned back and put Ron in a sack the same way Wood had treated him, dragging him away while saying, "This is to prepare you for next year's Quidditch trials."

Ron screamed even more fiercely: "I suddenly don't want to join the Quidditch team!"

Eventually he was dragged out.

Harry had been caught in the rain before, so he knew how to tear someone else's umbrella apart... Loren groped his way back to bed and continued to sleep.

Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Since he joined the team - no, since he entered Hogwarts, Gryffindor has never won a Quidditch championship.

It is difficult for Gryffindor, who have wealthy ancestors and a brilliant history, to accept this reality. Wood's desire for the Quidditch championship is even stronger than Professor McGonagall's.

Wood is already in the sixth grade, and there is not much time left for him. The sense of urgency prompted Wood to think about new tactics throughout the holiday. He planned to sneak in while other teams have not started training.

But such a simple idea did not come true. On the way to the Quidditch field, they met the Slytherin team, who used the excuse of training new seekers to compete with Wood for the field.

Malfoy appeared with seven brand new Nimbus 2001s, so shiny and bright that they blinded the Gryffindor players and almost shattered Wood's dream of becoming a champion.

Gryffindor team, except Harry's Nimbus 2000, everyone else used the older Sweep Five Stars. When they got to the field, they might not even be able to catch up with Slytherin's tailpipe.

The details of the situation were unclear, Harry only remembered that Marcus laughed at Ron, the only non-player on the field, and then Ron took out his wand and cursed Marcus. Marcus's bracelet flashed, and the green light was reflected back and hit Ron's abdomen.