Chapter 187 From now on, there will be no Sorcerer's Stone in the wizarding world
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Snape, who was "guarding the house" at Hogwarts, sneezed loudly.
One was endless, and three were played.
He brushed back his long, still greasy hair, and put down the feather of the soundless bird in his hand.
Don't think about it, someone must be thinking about him just now.
Don't even think about the first suspect, it must be the little bastard Wei En.
He felt he was right in his foresight, the office was definitely going to be invaded.
Therefore, this soundless bird feather has to be used elsewhere.
"Ho ho ho ho—"
Of course, Vincent, who was far away in Devonshire, couldn't hear the seething laughter of the Batcave.
He is now saying goodbye to the Philosopher's Stone.
"I will definitely avenge you!"
Dumbledore shook his head at Nicole, "It's up to you, the maker, to do it later, and I'll just quietly be a witness."
"Albus, are you scared?"
"Yes, I am terribly frightened."
He clasped his hands and put on an expression of extreme fear.
"Hahahaha——" Nico laughed and hugged his stomach, "You are still you, Albus."
Although Perenal is not so exaggerated, it is also quite different from the reserved image of the past.
Vincent, who saw this scene, showed a look that was so true.
Dumbledore, a hundred years ago, probably relied on this trick to gain favor.
Feeling one step closer to being the strongest in the magic world, he quickly shook his head.
One must be vigilant at all times, not to give Trelawney's prophecy any chance.
The Dark Lord listened to the scenery, but there must be bitterness behind it.
Grindelwald wanted someone back then, but he was still taken care of by Dumbledore.
Voldemort's sphere of influence is not that wide, but even with strong penetration, he can't make a prophecy.
If he really wanted to become a so-called real Dark Lord, he was afraid that another prophecy would pop up before his ass was even hot.
The peak duel between mentor and apprentice?
A more outrageous way to die than being killed by a baby?
Vincent shuddered, and handed the Philosopher's Stone held in both hands to Nico.
"Teacher, I'm not as narrow-minded as the professor said."
Dumbledore lightly gave a small look of unknown meaning.
"Teacher, the professor is biased against me, should I transfer to Beauxbatons?"
"No!" X3
"Just kidding." Vincent lowered his head, "I was born as a student of Hogwarts, and I will die as a ghost of Hogwarts."
"Pfft—" Perenal lost his composure.
Needless to say, Nico has already bowed his waist.
Dumbledore did the same, but gave Vincent a complicated look.
The process of destroying the Philosopher's Stone is actually not complicated.
It seems to be extremely powerful, but in fact, it will shatter as long as it is lightly dropped on the ground.
In essence, it is an alchemy prop that transforms everything, not an indestructible artifact.
"Child, look through the manuscript I gave you more, maybe you will create a new one in the future."
In Vincent's eyes full of regret, Nico waved his wand and lit the Sorcerer's Stone with a white flame.
This is the Fiercefire Curse, a Fiercefire Curse much stronger than Quirrell.
Almost as soon as the magic stone came into contact with it, it was burned into a scorched black liquid.
Most alchemists in the Middle Ages did not have special equipment.
Therefore, they are often very familiar with all kinds of fire-making and fire-fighting magic.
Even now, many alchemists do not use equipment that can improve efficiency.
They are the classical school that claims to be orthodox, and the opposite is the modern school.
But Nicole and Dumbledore did not belong to any faction.
They will only choose the way to make themselves more worry-free, and they don't care about the controversy that has lasted for centuries in the International Alchemist Association.
"After my 'death', those people may all look for you." Nico narrowed the scope of the white calendar fire.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to announce our relationship to the public."
Vincent knew it was a good intention.
However, if a little wizard of Muggle origin does not rely on extremely powerful strength, he can only put various auras on himself.
Dumbledore had a bunch of titles on his shoulders, so Fudge would take him back for investigation without hesitation.
Grasp the international influence with one hand, and grasp the level of magic in the other hand.
Both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be hard.
Although it was the same way, Vincent's personality was completely opposite as he watched the liquid burn into shiny dust.
If it were him, he would have kicked open the door of the headquarters of the Wizengamot and had a "friendly" talk with them about the impeachment of the Minister of Magic.
When the last puddle of powder drifted away with the wind, the Philosopher's Stone, which had existed for nearly 600 years, came to an end.
It was destroyed by its creator, Nico Flamel, and ended in the witness of Albus Dumbledore.
"Teacher, see you in summer vacation."
"See you in summer vacation."
Nico and Perenal smiled as they disappeared in the firelight.
No one knows how many elixirs there are in this world.
Maybe a year, maybe ten years.
But back at Hogwarts Castle, Dumbledore and Vincent knew that the real farewell would be far, far away.
"Professor, is there anything dirty on my face?"
Dumbledore shook his head, and pushed open the door beneath the winged warthog statue.
"Have you finished your homework?"
"It was written before Christmas Eve."
Vincent, who was carrying a silver-white suitcase, raised his proud face.
As for the three roommates in the dormitory, it is estimated that they are either borrowing or copying.
"Professor, I'll go back first~"
Dumbledore didn't look away until this cheerful little figure jumped around the corner.
His expression was quite complicated, a little depressed and a little worried.
……
……
As soon as Vincent pushed open the bedroom door, he was so frightened by the spectacular scene inside that he let go and dropped the suitcase.
Except for the big wooden box I received before, there were actually two ones, one big and one small, during the holiday.
In this comparison, the full bed of owl feathers is nothing.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, he quickly opened the letters on the top of the box one by one.
[Dear Vincent:
Rita said that there are very evil wizards appearing in the school, remember to protect yourself well.
——Love your parents]
This is a Christmas letter.
[Son, we had a great time in Eastern Europe, don't read. ]
The letter also included a photo of Eric sitting on top of the tank.
Vincent covered his beating heart.
The main battle tank T-72 can be on the battlefield by 2022.
He didn't have the courage to continue reading the remaining three letters.
Somewhat self-defeating, he opened the Christmas present first.
Inside is a famous Vickers-Maxim machine gun.
Still an improved .50 bullet version.
Capacity 250 rounds, rate of fire 500 rounds per minute.
This thing needs to use the Orichalcum Bullet of the Curse-Ending version, and Voldemort probably won't die or be maimed once it goes down.
Unfortunately, it will take a few years.
The second box is not a weapon.
It's a full black special operations uniform.
Judging from the rough and heavy shape, it should be some clearance sale.
Although the yardage is on the large side, it can be adjusted with Transfiguration.
As for the last small box, it is not a weapon.
Inside was a framed group photo dated a week ago.
Evelyn and Eric stood in front of the ruins and looked at the camera with a smile.
Vincent didn't know exactly what happened, he only knew that the Wayne couple had a very difficult vacation.
……
……
One was endless, and three were played.
He brushed back his long, still greasy hair, and put down the feather of the soundless bird in his hand.
Don't think about it, someone must be thinking about him just now.
Don't even think about the first suspect, it must be the little bastard Wei En.
He felt he was right in his foresight, the office was definitely going to be invaded.
Therefore, this soundless bird feather has to be used elsewhere.
"Ho ho ho ho—"
Of course, Vincent, who was far away in Devonshire, couldn't hear the seething laughter of the Batcave.
He is now saying goodbye to the Philosopher's Stone.
"I will definitely avenge you!"
Dumbledore shook his head at Nicole, "It's up to you, the maker, to do it later, and I'll just quietly be a witness."
"Albus, are you scared?"
"Yes, I am terribly frightened."
He clasped his hands and put on an expression of extreme fear.
"Hahahaha——" Nico laughed and hugged his stomach, "You are still you, Albus."
Although Perenal is not so exaggerated, it is also quite different from the reserved image of the past.
Vincent, who saw this scene, showed a look that was so true.
Dumbledore, a hundred years ago, probably relied on this trick to gain favor.
Feeling one step closer to being the strongest in the magic world, he quickly shook his head.
One must be vigilant at all times, not to give Trelawney's prophecy any chance.
The Dark Lord listened to the scenery, but there must be bitterness behind it.
Grindelwald wanted someone back then, but he was still taken care of by Dumbledore.
Voldemort's sphere of influence is not that wide, but even with strong penetration, he can't make a prophecy.
If he really wanted to become a so-called real Dark Lord, he was afraid that another prophecy would pop up before his ass was even hot.
The peak duel between mentor and apprentice?
A more outrageous way to die than being killed by a baby?
Vincent shuddered, and handed the Philosopher's Stone held in both hands to Nico.
"Teacher, I'm not as narrow-minded as the professor said."
Dumbledore lightly gave a small look of unknown meaning.
"Teacher, the professor is biased against me, should I transfer to Beauxbatons?"
"No!" X3
"Just kidding." Vincent lowered his head, "I was born as a student of Hogwarts, and I will die as a ghost of Hogwarts."
"Pfft—" Perenal lost his composure.
Needless to say, Nico has already bowed his waist.
Dumbledore did the same, but gave Vincent a complicated look.
The process of destroying the Philosopher's Stone is actually not complicated.
It seems to be extremely powerful, but in fact, it will shatter as long as it is lightly dropped on the ground.
In essence, it is an alchemy prop that transforms everything, not an indestructible artifact.
"Child, look through the manuscript I gave you more, maybe you will create a new one in the future."
In Vincent's eyes full of regret, Nico waved his wand and lit the Sorcerer's Stone with a white flame.
This is the Fiercefire Curse, a Fiercefire Curse much stronger than Quirrell.
Almost as soon as the magic stone came into contact with it, it was burned into a scorched black liquid.
Most alchemists in the Middle Ages did not have special equipment.
Therefore, they are often very familiar with all kinds of fire-making and fire-fighting magic.
Even now, many alchemists do not use equipment that can improve efficiency.
They are the classical school that claims to be orthodox, and the opposite is the modern school.
But Nicole and Dumbledore did not belong to any faction.
They will only choose the way to make themselves more worry-free, and they don't care about the controversy that has lasted for centuries in the International Alchemist Association.
"After my 'death', those people may all look for you." Nico narrowed the scope of the white calendar fire.
"If you don't like it, you don't have to announce our relationship to the public."
Vincent knew it was a good intention.
However, if a little wizard of Muggle origin does not rely on extremely powerful strength, he can only put various auras on himself.
Dumbledore had a bunch of titles on his shoulders, so Fudge would take him back for investigation without hesitation.
Grasp the international influence with one hand, and grasp the level of magic in the other hand.
Both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be hard.
Although it was the same way, Vincent's personality was completely opposite as he watched the liquid burn into shiny dust.
If it were him, he would have kicked open the door of the headquarters of the Wizengamot and had a "friendly" talk with them about the impeachment of the Minister of Magic.
When the last puddle of powder drifted away with the wind, the Philosopher's Stone, which had existed for nearly 600 years, came to an end.
It was destroyed by its creator, Nico Flamel, and ended in the witness of Albus Dumbledore.
"Teacher, see you in summer vacation."
"See you in summer vacation."
Nico and Perenal smiled as they disappeared in the firelight.
No one knows how many elixirs there are in this world.
Maybe a year, maybe ten years.
But back at Hogwarts Castle, Dumbledore and Vincent knew that the real farewell would be far, far away.
"Professor, is there anything dirty on my face?"
Dumbledore shook his head, and pushed open the door beneath the winged warthog statue.
"Have you finished your homework?"
"It was written before Christmas Eve."
Vincent, who was carrying a silver-white suitcase, raised his proud face.
As for the three roommates in the dormitory, it is estimated that they are either borrowing or copying.
"Professor, I'll go back first~"
Dumbledore didn't look away until this cheerful little figure jumped around the corner.
His expression was quite complicated, a little depressed and a little worried.
……
……
As soon as Vincent pushed open the bedroom door, he was so frightened by the spectacular scene inside that he let go and dropped the suitcase.
Except for the big wooden box I received before, there were actually two ones, one big and one small, during the holiday.
In this comparison, the full bed of owl feathers is nothing.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, he quickly opened the letters on the top of the box one by one.
[Dear Vincent:
Rita said that there are very evil wizards appearing in the school, remember to protect yourself well.
——Love your parents]
This is a Christmas letter.
[Son, we had a great time in Eastern Europe, don't read. ]
The letter also included a photo of Eric sitting on top of the tank.
Vincent covered his beating heart.
The main battle tank T-72 can be on the battlefield by 2022.
He didn't have the courage to continue reading the remaining three letters.
Somewhat self-defeating, he opened the Christmas present first.
Inside is a famous Vickers-Maxim machine gun.
Still an improved .50 bullet version.
Capacity 250 rounds, rate of fire 500 rounds per minute.
This thing needs to use the Orichalcum Bullet of the Curse-Ending version, and Voldemort probably won't die or be maimed once it goes down.
Unfortunately, it will take a few years.
The second box is not a weapon.
It's a full black special operations uniform.
Judging from the rough and heavy shape, it should be some clearance sale.
Although the yardage is on the large side, it can be adjusted with Transfiguration.
As for the last small box, it is not a weapon.
Inside was a framed group photo dated a week ago.
Evelyn and Eric stood in front of the ruins and looked at the camera with a smile.
Vincent didn't know exactly what happened, he only knew that the Wayne couple had a very difficult vacation.
……
……
