Chapter 18 18 The Last Night at Hogwarts

Chapter 18 18. Hogwarts·Last Night

"Why don't we go back tonight?"

On the shore of the lake at Hogwarts, Kite Man was sitting by the campfire, holding his own plate and eating while snoring, and asked:

"Actually, you don't have to wait for the train. We have a flying motorcycle that can fly directly back to the station in London. The motorcycle is very fast, much faster than the train."

"That's what I said."

Mason slowly scooped the rice into his mouth and chewed it. He glanced at the blue motorcycle parked by the lake and said:

"But that car doesn't burn oil, Charles. It uses special alchemical oil. I can't make it now."

"Oh, I got it."

Kite Man nodded immediately.

What the boss means is that the fuel of the motorcycle should be reserved for escaping in case of danger. This reason is easy to understand.

Then he saw Mason put down his dinner plate, wiped his mouth with good dining etiquette, threw a delicate leather bag and landed at his feet.

The kite man was stunned, picked up the thing, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said:

"Isn't this the magic pocket that Old K hangs on his waist?"

"Yes, travel backpack, internal volume 50X50X10."

Mason picked up the suitcase at hand and explained:

"It's just like what Old K said, it's like a small portable warehouse. The code word to open it is 'hunter', just say it silently in your heart. It belongs to you, and you need the old clothes in it very much now.

Although there may be only two of us left alive in this world, it doesn't seem good for you to be naked all the time. "

"Is this going to be given to me?"

Kite Man was a little confused for a moment.

He looked at the magical creation in his hand, scratched his head and said:

"Well, why don't you take it first? You seem to need it more than me."

"No need, I have something better."

Mason glanced at him and patted the suitcase in his hand.

Obviously this thing is also a large-capacity storage tool, a relic left by Mr. Harry Potter's father. It is small and retro-style on the outside but has a crazy large capacity on the inside.

The information label said that the internal volume of this thing is 500X500X50, which is equivalent to carrying a small manor with you. This capacity is much more exciting than Old K’s travel backpack.

The most amazing thing is that this seamless extendable item made by the world's top alchemists and tailors can be freely designed by the user to design its internal structure.

In other words, as long as Mason wants, he can really build himself a small villa in this suitcase that only he can enter and exit freely.

But this is far from the limit that the wizards of this world can reach.

At least Mason knew that there was once a great wizard who built a complete "small ecological circle" in his suitcase and tamed at least several hundred magical animals in it.

"Then I won't be polite."

Kite Man chuckled.

He tied the backpack to his belt and started playing with his "new toy" like a naughty child. The contents of the backpack had already been checked by Mason.

Old K was really poor. Apart from the alchemy notes he left behind, some pharmaceutical materials and enough bullets, there was only a few changes of clothes left.

"We'll distribute the spoils after we get back, okay?"

Mason said.

But the kite man shook his head and said to him:

"No, you did all the dangerous things, and I basically didn't help. That magic fur coat and this bag were enough to surprise me.

Besides, we’re going to Gotham and I can’t move around freely.

Don’t forget that Old K brought me out of Black Gate Prison, and I am still a fugitive who escaped from prison. "

Mason also shook his head and said:

"Fairness is the rule, it's not a question of whether you want it or not! Don't forget, I was once a member of a gang, and I know how to do things."

"Then... whatever you want."

The Kite Man shrugged, glanced at the suitcase in Mason's hand, then picked up his gun and moved his body, saying:

"I'm going to take a look around and eat something while I'm at it."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Obviously he knew that Mason wanted to check the contents of the box. As a young man, it was better not to be curious at this time.

This guy who followed the clown is really good at being a good person.

Come to think of it, the guys in the Joker's gang who don't know how to behave would have been thrown out to feed Batman a long time ago.

Mason took a few bites of food and reached out to open the black suitcase in his hand. Because the spell of seamless extension was not activated, all that appeared in front of Mason was an ordinary layer of debris.

The first thing that caught the eye was a few irregular blood-red translucent crystals placed in a dark green jewelry box.

The moment he saw this thing, Mason held his breath.

He knows what it is.

The moment he touched this thing, a large piece of garbled text suddenly appeared in front of the young man's vision, and finally gathered into a line of prompts two seconds later:

Come into contact with the analysis of high-level alchemical creations.

Name: Ancient Alchemy Stone/Philosopher’s Stone/Nicola Flamel’s Philosopher’s Stone

Quality: Legendary alchemical creation·Perfect craftsmanship

Traits: Material transformation·low-level reality rewriting·immortality·magical intermediary·shattered residue

Effect: Holding the magic stone can greatly extend the user's natural lifespan and mental degradation, but it cannot delay mental exhaustion.

Using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemical medium will greatly improve the quality of alchemical products.

When using the magic stone as an alchemical raw material and having a complete recipe, you can create the "immortality" potion.

When alchemy reaches level 2 or above, the magic stone can be used as an alchemical medium to purify the quality of creations or change the physical and magical properties of various materials.

When alchemy reaches level 4 or above, you can use the magic stone as an alchemical medium to increase the chance of making "perfect craftsmanship" alchemical creations.

When alchemy reaches level 6 or above, you can use the magic stone as an alchemical medium to increase the chance of making "perfect craftsmanship" alchemical creations.

When alchemy reaches level 8 or above, it will be possible to create "legendary quality" alchemical creations by using the magic stone as an alchemical medium and possessing a complete production recipe.

When Alchemy reaches Level 9, you can try to analyze the production principles of magic stones and record the production recipes.

Producer: Nico Flamel

Item description: A priceless treasure for alchemists and all those who pursue immortality!

important hint:

The Magic Stone has been broken by external forces. Although the fragments will not affect the value of the Magic Stone itself, they can no longer be restored to their complete form.

Therefore, when used as alchemical agents, they will be consumed as the number of uses increases, so please use them properly.

Mason placed a blood-red magic stone fragment in front of his eyes, and the next moment he looked around cautiously, not that he didn't believe the Kite Man's grateful heart at this time.

Mainly because this thing is too hot.

Old K came to this world just for this thing. According to him, there has always been a bounty mission within the Stars Association to find rich rewards for the Magic Stone, but no one has been able to find it.

This shows that even in the Star Club, which has vast supernatural powers and can travel across the world to plunder treasures at will, the magic stone still belongs to the category of "treasure".

Mason's current knowledge is not enough to use this thing, except for wearing it to live forever. But the young man is only 17 years old now, and even if he includes his previous life, he is only in his forties. It is obviously too early to consider this issue.

So he carefully closed the jewelry box of the magic stone, activated the traceless extension spell of the box, and threw it into the bottom of the box to hide it.

Mason patted his face to calm down.

Mr. Potter must have had his own intentions in putting the Sorcerer's Stone into the box before he died. The young man felt that he needed to continue reading.

Maybe we can unravel the truth behind the doomsday world?

The other things in the box are much inferior to the broken magic stone, but if they can be put together with the magic stone, it will not be any worse.

For example, the elder wand placed next to it was broken into three pieces.

This thing is the last of the Deathly Hallows and the most severely damaged. The character card cannot give a specific label. It only indicates that it requires Enchanting Level 8, Inscription Level 8 and Jewelry Processing Level 8 to be able to repair it.

In addition, there are two books in the box, one large and one small. They are both in the style of traditional magic books, with metal covers and locked with black chains.

Mason picked them up and took a look at them, and found that they were the magic books of Grindelwald and Voldemort, which contained the Encyclopedia of Dark Witchcraft and the study of Horcruxes respectively.

Mason is not a wizard and does not intend to become one, so this precious knowledge means little to him.

He continued to rummage and found a palm-sized diary in a folded blood-stained woman's coat. It was wrapped with a red ribbon and looked quite delicate.

This is Mr. Potter's diary, and it is the only evidence that can solve the mystery of the end of the world.

"Snapped"

Just as Mason opened the diary, something fell from the diary and hit the box in front of him. The young man blinked and picked up the thing.

A golden old-fashioned key, very delicately made and full of the weight left by time. The character card gives it a unique label:

Principal's office key

Creators: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw

Effect: Safely open the door to the principal's office without triggering any counter-attack magic.

Item description: Find the door, insert the key, then open the door, take the items and leave. How hard can this be for an adventurer?

"So, the principal's office should still be intact."

Mason held the golden key and looked back at the ruins of Hogwarts in the center of the lake under the night sky. He played with the key and thought to himself:

"That place is hidden somewhere among the ruins. It's a pity that I'm too tired, otherwise it would be really worth looking for. Forget it, let's talk about it next time."

The young man lay beside the campfire, making himself comfortable with a pillow on his backpack. He put Mr. Potter's diary in front of him with a feeling of unraveling the secret.

The writing on the first page is very messy.

It was definitely not something that a qualified wizard could write. The scattered notes seemed to prove that the situation was already very bad when Mr. Potter wrote this.

"Hermione is dead."

This first sentence made Mason's eyes widen, and he couldn't wait to look down:

"Right before my eyes, she was pinched together by the red light from the sky and the shattered earth. Along with her, most of the elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic were destroyed.

We are no match at all and are defeated.

There is only one enemy

Ms. McGonagall's guess was right. This disaster was man-made.

As I wrote this, I had just escaped from the battlefield of the Ministry of Magic and returned to my alma mater. I was waiting for Hagrid to escort the young wizards to join me.

At this terrible moment, Durmstrang School of Magic lent us a hand, but the communication between other schools and the Ministry of Magic has been completely cut off.

I don't know if the whole world is fine, but I doubt it.

But what I am most worried about now is whether we still have the chance to survive the doomsday.

The pen in my hand is shaking. I can feel that the magic and energy around the school are gathering abnormally, and the sky is gloomy. This is a bad sign.

There is not much time left.

If anyone can see this diary, please remember that this zombie disaster was caused by the dark things that the "destroyers" hid in advance all over the world.

They also attacked major governments at the same time, just as I saw with my own eyes that Buckingham Palace was razed to the ground by the black storm that fell from the sky.

Ordinary people's weapons are as powerless as our magic when facing them. I saw with my own eyes that at least thirty killing curses were cast into the red light, but they could not hurt the other side at all.

When I fled, the ordinary military was already preparing to use nuclear weapons.

I know that it is a counterattack in desperate situations, but I am pessimistic about the effectiveness of such weapons.

I can't guess the mental state of the destroyers, but I know that they have a plan. Today's destruction is not the beginning. It means that everything is over before we react.

The virus is still spreading. My wife Ginny told me that she and ordinary biological experts have studied that virus together.

That thing will actively seek out all life and infect it. With our current magic and technology, we cannot crack its secrets in a short time.

As for the infected, they died when they were infected.

Those who survived are just bodies used to do evil, and I feel particularly uncomfortable in my lungs now. Maybe

Oh my God, she is here! Just as she descended like a god in the black storm and the scorching sun lightning, I saw the Ravenclaw Tower being crushed like a sand castle.

I saw the light in her eyes.

She won't let us go, just like killing a nest of mice.

Ironically, in the last moments of my life, I remembered those beautiful days.

Especially when I saw Hermione die, I suddenly felt that I should have been braver back then, instead of being bewitched by stupid bloodline theory. This may be a bit unfair to Ginny and the children, but who cares.

We are all going to die.

Ah, Shakespeare has described his imaginary doomsday countless times, but I guess the great poet must not have seen the arrival of the doomsday with his own eyes.

If we were not about to be destroyed, I would say that this scene is really spectacular.

The end has come, right in front of me.

The whole world is dim, and all hope is extinguished at this moment.

Maybe the shattered resurrection stone has produced a strange reaction in my heart. Anyway, I saw Dumbledore and Snape, as well as my parents and Sirius, and Hagrid laughing behind them.

Ms. McGonagall likes to turn into a cat at this time.

Um, Miss Know-it-all, is that you?

Don't be impatient.

You just got ahead of me.

I'll catch up."

The writing of the diary stopped abruptly at this moment, like a movie without an ending that made people uneasy. Mason closed the diary, and his face was not calm under the light of the fire.

He found the answer.

But it didn't make him feel satisfied at all.

He leaned against the tree trunk with a messy heart, and fell asleep after nearly an hour of silence. And at the beginning of this dream, on the high tower of Gotham City, Mason saw the doomsday described by Mr. Potter as soon as he opened his eyes.

A black storm swept across the sky, and a dazzling sun fell from the sky.

In the distance, all he could see was desolation, and at his feet were piled up with pale skeletons, their black eyes looking at him, like a lake rising up, drowning the young man who couldn't break free.

Mason shouted anxiously in his dream.

Where is the master? Where is Superman? Where is Wonder Woman?

Can't you see that it's the end of the world?

Everyone, please save me.