Chapter 197 Repairing the Mirror

Gryffindor common room.

Because there are no classes, the common room is always busy on weekends, and the news about the Duel Club keeps the little wizards awake. They were having fun and discussing tomorrow's activities.

In the corner, Dean was lying on the ground, closing one eye and aiming at the marble not far away with only one eye, his expression solemn and solemn.

The nervous Seamus next to him was also looking at the marbles on the ground with the same concentration. He held his breath and muttered: "Missed, missed..."

This is his only hope. He has already lost 14 stones. If this one is eaten again, he will lose the Gobstone game.

In the midst of Seamus' devout prayers, Dean's stone knocked away Seamus' last hope, declaring that he had lost the Gobstone game.

Seamo reacted and immediately wanted to cover his face with his hands.

It's just that Gobstone was faster. The winning stone squeezed violently, extruding a stream of foul-smelling mucus and spraying it on Seamus' face.

"Dean Thomas, you're dead." Seamus wiped his face expressionlessly, "Do it again!"

In addition to Gobstone, there was also the sound of exploding cards in the lounge, the voices of wizard chess players scolding the players, and a commotion of laughter and laughter.

Hermione, Harry and Ron sat around the small table by the window. The table was filled with various candies and snacks. While they were eating, they talked about recent events in school.

Harry held a licorice magic wand in his mouth, and the sweet taste spread from the tip of his tongue into his stomach. Looking at the dirty look on Seamus's face, he sighed with a smile: "It's great, since science and technology After the news of Lin's attack came out, everyone has not been so happy for a long time."

Ron picked out the chocolate frog pictures he had just taken apart. He picked out a picture of Betty Bott, the inventor of Bibi's All-flavored Beans. Hearing Harry's words, he sighed: "If they hear Dumbledore If you say that, you won’t be so happy.”

"What did Dumbledore say?" Loren strode over, sat down next to Hermione, grabbed the coconut sorbet from Hermione's hand, and drank it in one gulp. Then he choked and rolled his eyes.

"Deserves it." Hermione was speechless, patting his back and helping him go down.

Loren's tense muscles gradually relaxed, and the traces of hostility and dark emotions hidden in his heart gradually dissipated under Hermione's pats, without even him noticing.

After looking around to make sure no one else could hear, Harry bit off the licorice wand dejectedly: "Dumbledore said that if the basilisk cannot be found, it means the school is no longer safe. For the safety of the students, He might close schools."

Ron complained angrily: "You also said that if it is confirmed that the basilisk only attacks young wizards of Muggle origin, other principals may only recruit pure-blood students after taking over Hogwarts. What is this? ?”

Loren was suppressing laughter and coughing. Dumbledore, a bad old man, was so bad that he would say anything to urge Harry.

Hermione thought he was choked again and continued to pat his back: "Don't worry, even if the professors search the castle and can't find the basilisk, we will definitely find out the location of the secret room from Malfoy. Hogwarts will definitely not It will be shut down!”

"Yes, we will definitely protect Hogwarts!"

"By the way, have you seen the notice of the Duel Club? I wonder which professor started the club?"

"I think it's Professor Flitwick, he was a dueling champion."

…

Colorful snacks and candies were placed all over the table, and after being eaten by the mouth, the four people chatted and chatted. They were seriously worried about things that adults should be concerned about, and talked about protecting the castle.

Loren became peaceful and relaxed in this atmosphere. He turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window. In the night, there were dots of stars, like luminous pearls hanging high in the sky, lighting up the dark night.

The lounge was lively until after eleven o'clock. After bidding farewell to Hermione, Loren, Harry and Ron returned to the dormitory and lay down on their respective beds. As the lights in the dormitory went out, the Gryffindor tower became completely silent.

No one noticed that Loren's quilt was bulging, and there was even a faint silver light seeping from the gap between the quilt and the bed.

In the alchemy laboratory of the Book of Fantasy.

The stone ball wrapped with the Resurrection Stone was suspended in the air. Flamel flew around the stone ball. He was so excited that he couldn't control his body, making his outline look a little blurry, like a cloud, shrouded in mist. Hitting the stone ball.

"Guarding, sealing... I saw dozens of alchemical formations engraved on the inner layer of the stone ball, but these are all auxiliary functions. What is even more surprising is the powerful magic contained in the stone ball. It is incredible..." Fu Rummel was amazed, "Sure enough, Albus is first a powerful wizard and then an alchemist."

Loren stood on the ground holding a unicorn horn in one hand and Bloody Mary's hand mirror in the other. He looked helplessly at the shadow flying in the air: "You have enough time to study the stone balls. The most important thing now is Please help me repair this small mirror first."

Stopping his flying figure, Flamel looked at the stone ball tangledly: "No need to study it, the most precious thing here is the powerful magic. I can't learn it, nor can I analyze it."

He turned his head dejectedly and said angrily to Loren: "Didn't I show you how to do it before? Just use a unicorn horn to cast a mirror. What's so difficult about it?"

It's not like I told you that you can't learn that kind of magic. If you're angry, throw it at the Elder Wand and yell at me...

Loren was a little speechless: "First of all, I don't have a furnace. Secondly, you said you would add the soul-stirring stone to the mirror, but you didn't demonstrate this."

With the stone ball and jade in front of him, Flamel was no longer interested in simple things like repairing the mirror. He drifted back to the stone ball without interest, waved his hand to send Loren away and said, "You can bring the Book of Fantasy, the Magic Stone and several other materials with you tomorrow, and just find a place where no one will disturb you and call me."

"oh."

…

Perhaps due to staying up too late, using Legilimency, and looking through too many house-elf memories, Loren was so exhausted that he slept until lunchtime.

The Great Hall, the Gryffindor table.

After carefully selecting several foods that Loren liked to eat, Hermione placed the plate in front of him and looked at his sleepy look: "Didn't you go home the night before? Didn't you sleep well at home?"

After pouring half a cup of hot milk, Loren felt his whole body come to life: "Well, that's right. I read too much information in a short time, and my brain can't react properly."

Passing the marmalade to him, Hermione began to cut the steak with a knife and fork: "Are you coming to the Duel Club tonight? The event will be in the auditorium."

"It depends. I'm going to the Room of Requirement to refine something in the afternoon. I don't know if I can make it in time." Loren poured the marmalade directly onto the dinner plate and ate it with a croissant in his hand.

His storage suitcase is under the table, which contains the book of fantasy, the magic stone, the unicorn horn, the soul-stirring stone and the broken mirror, as well as some ores and silver nuggets that need to be used.

"Refining something!" Hermione's eyes lit up upon hearing this, "What are you refining? Can I watch the refining process?"

Before Loren could speak, she replied in a depressed tone: "No, I have to brew a potion in the afternoon."

The brewing of potions can be roughly divided into two parts. The first part is daytime work. Someone needs to watch the stirring and promote the progress of the brewing. The second part is at night, just simmer slowly over low heat so that the liquid in the crucible remains stable without anyone watching.

Hermione wanted to hurry up and brew the Polyjuice Potion.

Loren patted her shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely share it with you as soon as I come out. What about you, will you participate in the duel club activities in the afternoon?"

"Of course I want to participate. If you are the dueling champion Professor Flitwick, you will definitely learn something new." Hermione handed him the cut steak and started to enjoy her lunch...

Entering the empty classroom provided by the Room of Requirement, Loren took out the book of fantasy and placed it on the ground. He took out the magic stone, unicorn horn, soul stone and Bloody Mary's mirror in order.

"Flamel!" Loren called, "Now the mystery of the furnace can be revealed."

Flamel's figure appeared next to him and said with a smile: "The answer is the Book of Fantasy. This is the fruit of Nick's life, not just the accumulation of knowledge."

Seeing Loren flipping through the book of fantasy and finding nothing, he prompted: "Put the magic stone next to the portrait on the cover of the book of fantasy."

In the center of the cover page of the book of fantasy is Nick's portrait, and below the portrait are the imprints of four circles. The books represent the library, the crossed wands represent the dueling classroom, the crucible represents the potion, and the scale represents alchemy.

Loren placed the fantasy book on the ground and placed the red magic stone next to the portrait.

Nick in the portrait opened his silver eyes and winked at him mischievously. Red, blue, green and yellow light paths, flowing light lines start from the four sides of the picture and extend. The fantasy book deformed along the lines of light, the book disappeared, and a boiler carved from black stone appeared.

The magic stone began to shine with a blazing red light, and its outline gradually blurred into a round ball, entering the boiler. Lines of light like magma emerged from the surface of the black boiler, connecting them into symbols of the alchemy circle. Various hexagrams, Libras, suns, and astrological images circulate on the surface of the boiler.

Loren stared at this familiar scene with wide eyes: "A boiler in an alchemy laboratory?"

"Yes, where the magic stone is, that's where the furnace is. This is a gift from Nico to you." Flamel's eyes showed reminiscence.

"Nico was exploring alchemy on his own and had to refine everything by himself. Several times he encountered difficult ore, and the conventional smelting method was useless for several months. Nico was angry and used a strong fire to burn it, but it was all burned to ashes. ”

"I almost burned down the house. I was so angry that Perenel didn't cook for him for a week." Flamel said with a hearty smile: "Then I built this furnace, which is used for some basic smelting, regardless of the temperature. , don’t worry about the ratio, just throw them all in.”

Loren recalled the process of Flamel's demonstration and threw the unicorn horn, ore, and soul-stirring stone into the boiler.

He hesitated when he took the next step, and Loren turned his head and asked tentatively: "And two kicks?"

Flamel looked at him speechlessly: "Use the magic stone to light the boiler. How can it really be two kicks?"

"That's what you demonstrated back then." Loren muttered, activating the majestic energy contained in the magic stone as he spoke, and a scalding heat wave burst out from the boiler.

The closed boiler keeps the heat inside, slowly melting the ore, the unicorn horn. Loren stared at the runes flowing on the boiler, his face illuminated by a fiery red light, and time passed slowly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the light and heat gradually went out. As the white steam spurted out, a pool of steaming, glowing red magma-like liquid lay inside the boiler.

After cooling rapidly, the liquid turns into an irregularly shaped glass. Cut a piece of mirror-like glass out of it, apply a thin layer of silver paint, and the glass becomes a mirror...

At eight o'clock in the evening, Hermione packed up the medicine and equipment in the bathroom and hurried to the Great Hall to join the others.

The long dining table disappeared, and a gilded stage appeared along one wall, lit by hundreds of candles floating above. The ceiling became as dark as velvet, and almost the entire school was here, crowded around the stage, everyone holding their own wands and excited faces.

"Where's Loren? Isn't he with you?" Harry followed the other little wizards and jumped to the back of the stage to see which professor was hosting the dueling club.

"He might not be able to come." Hermione looked at the exquisite decorations in the auditorium with an ominous premonition, "Honestly, don't you think the decorations in the auditorium are too exquisite?"

This exaggerated style... Harry and Ron looked at each other, their eyes widened at the same time, and they said, "No way!"

At this moment, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing a gorgeous purple robe, strode into the auditorium, his golden hair shining brightly.

The group of young wizards groaned together, and they all understood that today might have been in vain.

Lockhart walked up and down the stage enthusiastically, shouting: "Ladies and gentlemen, come closer, come closer! Can you all see me? Can you all hear me?"

"In view of the series of horrific events that have occurred in the past few weeks, Professor Dumbledore has given me permission to open this dueling club in order to fully train you and perhaps one day use it for your own benefit, just as I have done in countless adventures. If you want to know more details, please read my book carefully."

Hearing this signature line, Harry let out a painful groan. He turned to his two friends and whispered: "Do you think he would defend himself if he really encountered a basilisk?"

"You must be charming the basilisk with your gorgeous smile!" Ron said firmly.

The little wizards who heard it burst out laughing.

"Oh!" Lockhart noticed. "Our Harry Potter can't wait."

Feeling the gazes coming from all around, Harry felt his face getting hot. He buried his head, wishing he could dig a tunnel out of here right away.

"Although Potter is familiar with me, I can't let you play yet."

Lockhart turned his head and looked at the position of the little Slytherin wizard. Snape was standing there in black clothes, looking at Lockhart with dead fish eyes.

"Professor Snape himself knows a thing or two about dueling, and he graciously agreed to help me with a small demonstration before class - but don't worry, I'll give you your Potions Master intact. "Lockhart grinned.

Snape was Lockhart's carefully selected sparring partner. He spent a long time in the basement, concentrating on studying potions. His face was pale and his body was weak. At first glance, he looked like a weakling who didn't know how to duel.

It perfectly complemented his heroic appearance, and Lockhart gave his plan a thumbs-up.