Chapter 92 Different levels, different test papers
Les took out a wiping cloth and gently wiped away the remaining red liquid on the surface of the stone, revealing a blood-red stone. Visually, it is no different from the Philosopher's Stone that Les received that day, but just looking the same is not enough. What he wanted to do was to be an imitation that could deceive Dumbledore's eyes.
As the strongest wizard he had ever encountered after waking up, Rice would not take Dumbledore lightly. He was willing to treat this descendant who was born nearly a thousand years later than him as an equal. In other words, he needed to make an imitation that even he could hardly distinguish.
There are many counterfeiting methods popular in the Muggle antique world. For example, making an ancient-style plate and placing the money corresponding to the era on the bottom is the worst imitation method; a slightly more advanced method is to use physical or chemical means to make it old; the most powerful thing is to combine different Period antiques are combined and spliced to create forgeries with a longer historical context and high value, or simply one antique is dismantled into two pieces.
Les is going to use the most advanced means of forgery.
The reason why he took so much pains to imitate the Philosopher's Stone was naturally because Les wanted to get the real Philosopher's Stone in his hands for research without letting Dumbledore notice it.
He had previously obtained some debris from the magic stone. Although this sample was not enough for research, it was enough for him to make a realistic enough imitation.
Rice used his magic power and found nothing unusual about the fake piece in his hand. After several failures, he finally made a fake that was good enough to hide from his own eyes.
After choosing the magic stone in his hand, Rice began to make further imitations.
He evaporated the liquid in the crucible, leaving only a lump the size of a fingernail. Then he used his magic power to control this lump of gelatinous substance and spread it evenly on the surface of the fake magic stone. Finally, he waited for it to dry naturally and he was done.
The fake piece in Les's hand was so fake that even he couldn't tell it apart: the powder of the real magic stone was evenly dispersed inside the stone, and even if he used magic power to detect it, it would be difficult to find any abnormalities. What's even better is that Rice used real magic stones as raw materials and coated the fake with an extremely thin film, which allowed the fake to even exert some of the functions of the real magic stone - if it were really magic. A stone can last for a year, so it can probably last for a few hours.
This operation allows the fake to get away with it even if it is actually used to make the elixir of life.
Putting the fake in his arms, Rice left the secret room and headed straight to the corridor on the fourth floor.
It is still a puzzle game, but along the way, Les has made some moves in these game levels. These are the tests he prepared for Daphne - how can students with different levels use the same test paper?
As for whether the manipulation would be discovered, Rice had his own plan.
When he arrived at the last level, he found that the place had changed a little from before: the Mirror of Erised that he saw that night had been placed here.
Rice used the same technique to take out the magic stone from the mirror, and then changed the shape of the one he made so that the two magic stones became exactly the same in appearance before putting the fake one in.
After putting in the imitation magic stone, Les thought for a moment and added something else. After doing this, Rice left the examination room that Dumbledore had prepared for Harry.
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As the days passed, as the final exam approached, Harry, Quirrell, Daphne, Rice, and Dumbledore all began to get busy with their own affairs.
Voldemort behind Quirrell's head finally accumulated enough power, prompting Quirrell to break into the closed corridor on the fourth floor, and candidate Harry finally noticed something was wrong.
It was a sunny afternoon, and the end of the semester was approaching. The professors no longer taught, but allowed the students to review freely. If they had any questions, they could go to their offices.
Harry threw the note aside angrily and rubbed his forehead vigorously.
Ron, who was sitting next to him, sighed. He knew that Harry had been in poor condition since he came back from the Forbidden Forest last time. The approach to final exams in recent days seemed to have aggravated his symptoms.
"Would you like to go to the infirmary? Maybe Madam Pomfrey will prepare a pain-relieving potion for you, or ask Les? He really knows potions."
Harry waved his hand, his gut telling him that the painkilling potion wasn't going to work. What Ron didn't know was that he had been awakened by a nightmare recently, in which a hooded figure with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth kept approaching him.
Harry took this as a warning that some danger was coming. At the same time, he always had a vague feeling in his heart - the second half of Ron's words made sense, and it might be a good idea to find Les.
"Maybe I forgot to do something, something very important," Harry said to Ron.
"There is a high probability that the exam is causing trouble. I really don't understand. The professors taught us knowledge and we studied it seriously. Why do we still need to take an exam? This is simply a distrust of us!" Ron said to I had a huge complaint about the final exam.
Harry didn't want to talk to Ron for the time being. He stood up and decided to go find Les and Daphne and have a good chat with them. To Harry's surprise, when he found Daphne, he found that Les, who had always been with Daphne, was missing.
"Where's Les?"
"I don't know. He said he had something to do and asked me to review here alone." Daphne pursed her lips. Of course she knew that Les was tinkering with his extremely complicated potion, but what was her obligation to tell Potter?
He couldn't be taken to the Chamber of Secrets to find Les. That was the territory left by Slytherin for his heir. What did it have to do with him being a Gryffindor?
Not seeing Les, Harry became increasingly irritated. Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through Harry's mind, and he felt like he had grasped the truth.
He pressed his palm on Daphne's notes and took her notes away from her.
Facing Daphne's look of shock and anger, Harry just begged her to go with him to see Hagrid.
Calling the bored Ron, the three of them headed straight for Hagrid's hut.
"You'd better give me an explanation." Daphne followed behind the two of them with a dark face. She swore that if Harry couldn't give him a reasonable explanation, she would give him some trouble.
"Don't you think some things are too coincidental?" Harry pointed his fingers and told Daphne one by one the doubtful points he had realized.
"Hagrid is the owner of the three-headed dog in the corridor, and then he met a wizard with a dragon egg while playing cards - what kind of wizard would bring a dragon egg to play cards?! The key is that the dragon egg returned in the end Lost to Hagrid! In addition to the trolls on Halloween and the monsters in the Forbidden Forest, no, I have to go to Hagrid to verify some things."
Harry's face turned pale: "If it is consistent with my guess... that would be too bad!"
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Here’s an update, I won’t be working overtime today, so it’s two updates in a row!
