The days at Hogwarts

All the steps were carried out according to the ritual, and the previous process went very smoothly, but Nagini only shed her snake body and took on the outline of a human, but she never took shape.

Although Dumbledore maintained a strong output of magic, he did not seem to be struggling at all. His face was solemn. "Because she is lost. She has been moving in the body of a snake for decades. She has long forgotten her human appearance."

Although Nagini retained her wisdom with the help of Ravenclaw's sapphire, her snake body still had an impact on her. Over the decades, she adapted to the snake body and her cognition was distorted.

Loren immediately remembered Flamel's words: "Only he himself can see what he really looks like in his heart."

What does it look like deep down inside?

He shouted, "Mirror of Erised!"

The Mirror of Erised can reveal the desires in people's hearts. No matter what Nagini desires now, she must be involved in it with a human body.

"Fawkes!" cried Dumbledore.

"Cry!" Fox behind the shelf let out a clear cry and disappeared.

In a blink of an eye, a flame ignited, and Fox landed in the middle of the office with a huge mirror in his claws.

Loren used a levitation spell to send the mirror to Nagini, "Look at yourself clearly!"

The Mirror of Erised floated before Nagini, reflecting the blood-cursed orc's inner desires.

Nagini, who covered his whole body with a black hard shell, only exposed his two eyes, saw the scene in the mirror. Tears flowed from his pure black eyes, and the tears evaporated quickly in the light of the spell.

"Credence!" A suppressed female voice called out.

The black hard shell wrapped in the red light cracked open like an eggshell, revealing a snow-white and moving body.

While the red light was still there, Dumbledore quickly used his black shell to transform into a black dress to cover Nagini's body.

The red light faded, and the body fell onto the table. The newborn Nagini's eyelids trembled, but she did not wake up in the end and fell into a deep sleep.

The three of them looked at the black-haired girl at the table.

Loren was delighted. Nagini's success meant that Grandpa Bates could also succeed. After all, the werewolf's disease was much less difficult than that of the blood-cursed orcs, and Grandpa Bates had not forgotten what he looked like.

He blinked and looked at Dumbledore, wanting to ask him what to do.

"I will ask Professor McGonagall to put her up in the staff quarters."

Dumbledore, who was able to output magic effortlessly, seemed to become a little tired after hearing the name from Nagini's mouth. He waved his hand and said, "You can go back first."

Although Loren still had some questions to ask, he could see that Dumbledore was in a bad mood, so he didn't say much, picked up the Philosopher's Stone, and turned away.

"Goodbye, principal."

Snape looked at Dumbledore, then at the black-haired girl at the desk, and left the office without saying a word.

Dumbledore's eyes were deep, and he said unconsciously, "Credence, Credence..."

In the corridor, two figures, one big and one small, slowed down their pace after leaving the eighth floor.

Snape's face was tense. From the moment he received the notice, brought the materials to the office, and then witnessed the process of reversing the blood-cursed orcs, he was full of doubts throughout the whole process.

But Dumbledore chose to conceal it.

For a person who came out of that era, Dumbledore didn't tell him, and he knew he shouldn't know.So he didn't try to get any inside information from Loren.

Compared with this, he cares more about another point.

Snape fixed his gaze on Loren, "Did you learn anything from the ceremony just now?"

"What did you learn?" Loren looked back at Snape and asked tentatively, "How to use the Philosopher's Stone to treat two-eared grass?"

Snape glanced at him with a sharp eye, "Idiot! The ceremony just now was a standard process of realizing magic."

"As I said before, some fixed processes are called rituals. The wizard completes the rituals and the magic achieves its effect."

Loren remembered when he heard this.

Both spells and potions follow ritual rules. Spells have specific incantations and casting movements, and potions use specific ingredients and are brewed in specific ways.

Snape believed that potions were stricter than spells and that they adhered to rules and were rituals that were more in line with the essence of magic.

"The ceremony just now was perfect. From the perspective of the potion, the horns of the two-horned beast and the two-eared grass are both raw materials for the polyjuice potion..."

The polyjuice potion can connect two people and change one person's appearance into another person's. The ritual just now can change one person's magic into another person's.

That means that the characteristics of the two-horned beast and the two-eared grass are replacement, replacing appearance, replacing the imprint of will in the spell.

If you can master this characteristic, you can use the two materials to copy and take away any characteristics of others, such as memory, knowledge and even talent.

Loren was stunned. Just by hearing the concept, he knew how amazing it would be if this thing was actually made.

Especially the last one, taking away other people's talents. Wizards' talents include Metamorphmagus, Parseltongue, and various innate magic.

Even magic itself, if Snape's idea could really be realized, even a Squib could have magic for a short period of time.

Snape said, "Developing any kind of potion will have your name recorded in the textbooks and passed down for thousands of years."

"But that's simply not realistic." Loren interrupted ruthlessly.

This conceptual idea is really wild and unrealistic. The success of this ritual is due to the great effect of the Philosopher's Stone. So far, there is no record in the magic world of achieving the effect of using the Philosopher's Stone without using the Philosopher's Stone.

I have never heard of anyone else refining the elixir of life, nor have I heard of anyone successfully turning stone into gold. Moreover, it seems that the effects of the two materials are time-limited, and both the polyjuice potion and this ceremony have very large limitations.

To sum up, Snape is once again promoting his theory of the supremacy of potions and making a rosy picture for himself.

"Understanding, the nature of magic," Snape stared at him, as if trying to engrave these words in Loren's heart.

The words in that ceremony are authentic Hebrew.

The spell to restore human form is Homorphus, which is a combination of the Latin "Homo" and the Greek "morphe-", with the former meaning "human" and the latter meaning "form". I couldn't find a standard Chinese translation, so I wrote one on my own initiative.

Chapter 120 Social Death!

The nature of magic?

Loren paused, looking at Snape blankly.

"Make the impossible possible." Snape felt a little guilty and didn't look Loren in the eye again.

"Ah, what then?"

Snape tried to make his voice sound calm, and said in a reserved manner: "It is impossible without the Philosopher's Stone. Then lend me the Philosopher's Stone. It will also be in the textbooks -"

"Okay." Loren's clear voice rang out.

"What?" Snape was a little surprised.

"I said I agreed." Loren said seriously, "But I have to wait until I cure my grandfather's werewolf disease."

Loren's pursuit of the Philosopher's Stone is to use it to cure werewolves and blood-cursed orcs. Now only Grandpa Bates's werewolf disease remains. At other times, the Philosopher's Stone is just an energy stone in his hand and can't play any role.

Why not lend it to Snape so that he can play a greater role?

Snape fell silent. Loren's straightforwardness was beyond his expectations. He didn't even finish listening to his price.

No one understood the appeal of the elixir to a potion master. What was important was not immortality, but brewing the potion and getting in touch with the true secrets of potions.

Truth is above efficacy.

The Philosopher's Stone can create the elixir of life and allow the Potions Master to see the truth.

Snape thought that he would have to pay some price and assets to let Loren share the Philosopher's Stone. But he agreed too quickly, so quickly that Snape felt it was a little unreal. After all, this was the Philosopher's Stone that countless people dreamed of.

"By the way, the effectiveness of the Philosopher's Stone is limited, and you may not be able to research anything." Loren gave him a heads-up in advance.

Although I don’t know the criteria for redeeming the desperate soul, if the requirements are not met, the Philosopher’s Stone is just a piece of energy stone to others.

Listening to Loren's nagging voice, Snape made a decision in his heart, "The research experiment will start from next semester, and you can still use the Philosopher's Stone. Just cooperate with me to do some experiments. As a reward, the debt you owe me will be written off."

Loren was happy. Although he didn't know exactly how much money he owed Snape, he was determined to take advantage of the bargain. "Wait until I solve the werewolf problem. You can start the experiment during the holidays. You don't have to let me do it."

"Don't be so sentimental, it's not for you."

Snape glanced at him, then looked away. "I'm going to collect some rare materials during the holidays to prepare for the experiment. All the rituals that Dumbledore participates in require you to use the Philosopher's Stone, and I'm not sure I can make the Philosopher's Stone work."

These were all excuses, of course. The materials were collected through the black market, and although there would be a premium, it certainly wouldn't take the entire holiday. As for cracking the Philosopher's Stone, given Snape's character, there was no way he would give up without trying.

Loren secretly found it funny. This man was so stubborn and stubborn.

"So, you've been talking about rituals and the essence of magic for a long time, just to fool me about the Philosopher's Stone." Loren teased.

Snape didn't respond. He just stared at the road ahead, motionless.

"Who just called me an idiot in the principal's office?" Loren relied on the magic stone to act like a demon.

"I have other things to do, you go first." Snape said at the next staircase, threw his robe, turned a corner and left.

Something?

This is the fifth floor, the Potions Professor's office is in the basement. What can I do for you?

Loren was proud, finally speaking loudly in front of Snape.

I walked down the stairs to the first floor and walked through the courtyard corridor. I found that the sun was high in the sky and it was almost noon.

"I wonder if the kitchen will be open for cooking today," Loren muttered.

With doubts, Loren came to the auditorium.

As expected, the entire auditorium was empty, and there was nothing on the four long tables that were usually filled with food.

Loren was about to turn around and go directly to the kitchen to find something to eat, but when he saw that the guest of honor seat usually occupied by the professor was empty, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

As a student, it is normal to want to sit up when you see the teacher's seat.

The idea took root quickly, and Loren didn't think much about it. Since there was no one around, he skipped towards the guest of honor seat.

This is a row of tables that are shorter than the long college tables below, but they are all high chairs with tall backrests. The seat cushions are still leather.

The table was covered with a soft and clean yellow tablecloth, looking tidy and neat.

Loren touched the tablecloth and the chair cushions, all of which were soft and smooth to the touch. He was very satisfied.

In addition to professors of various subjects and the principal, there are seats for other faculty members, a dozen or twenty benches, which are not much shorter than the long table below.

Loren grinned and said, if you want to play, then play something exciting.

He strode briskly across the seats on both sides and sat down in the middle, which was the seat of the Hogwarts headmaster.

Loren moved his hips and twisted his shoulders. The adult chair was still too big for him at his current age. He could only stick his head above the table.

At this time, Loren, whose vision was blocked, did not see an old wizard with a white beard standing by the side door wall to the right of the guest of honor seat, watching the performance of the young wizard with great interest.

Loren was in high spirits. He put his hands on the table, stood up on a chair, and looked around at the four long tables below.

"Cough cough."

Loren's face was serious. He raised his hand and pressed twice to suppress the nonexistent scream. "Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Screw!"

"Thank you, everyone!" Loren sat down in a very formal manner and applauded himself. With these actions, he had fully satisfied his desire to be a principal.

"Was I like this?"

The old wizard's voice sounded, and Dumbledore sat down next to Loren without knowing when. He held his chin with one hand, looking thoughtful.

Loren turned his neck stiffly and stayed where he was.

What is social death?

This is called social death!

Loren screamed in his heart: Fox! Take me away!

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Principal Dumbledore, when did you come?"

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I came early this morning."

"I always thought that my speech at the opening dinner was very English. Now it seems that it should be shorter." Dumbledore looked at Lauren gently, "What do you think?"

Loren felt like there were nails on the chair, nailing his butt. He wanted to take out his wand and give himself a big bite, but he still smiled and said, "I think, I think it's good now."

Dumbledore tried hard to hold back his laughter and observed Loren's expression, worried that if the topic continued, Loren might not return to school next semester.

"Hogwarts is on holiday, but there is still enough food in the kitchen." He suppressed his smile, turned around and tapped the table twice with his wand.

puff!

A dinner plate squeezed out of the air and landed on the table, making a dull sound as the tablecloth cushioned it.

Then the forks and knives clattered onto the plates.

"Shout out the food you want to eat."