Chapter 122 The Failed ‘Resurrection Stone’
For club activities, I still chose to answer questions.
Ariana also gained a good understanding of the current world through the questions.
She also began to accept that when she woke up, she came from the past of 1899 to the present of 1992.
But the strange thing is that almost everyone wants her to leave the club space - after the club activities.
And they all act weird.
Sister Beatrice, who has always been reluctant to mention Hogwarts and has been preaching how good the Good and Demonic Academy is all day long, actually said to her: "You can visit Hogwarts. By the way, do you know Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets?" Your principal brother knows the entrance."
Sister Madison, who was very affectionate to her, is now very perfunctory, "Just log off and have a good rest."
Sister Zoe, who likes reading, even turned the book upside down without noticing it.
The little, lively sister Sophie was suddenly very quiet.
There is also sister Bella who has just joined the club. She came to the club today wearing pajamas.
Only the eldest brother is the same as usual.
It was said that the body should take a rest and the conscious body should read and study in the community space.
So in the vague and expectant eyes of everyone, Ariana's figure disappeared into the air.
In an instant, the scene in the space switched, and decorations in gold and red colors, full of lion elements, emerged.
The figures of several people disappeared and reappeared immediately.
The originally warm and harmonious lounge now has red wine, snacks, speakers, and all kinds of sexy costumes and props.
In an empty room on the eighth floor that had been converted into a single dormitory, Ariana's face was flushed.
It's not that she doesn't understand anything.
She had also secretly seen everything that happened between Albus and Grindelwald on the haystacks on the farm that summer.
It turns out that everyone in the club has this kind of relationship.
Did she also want Ariana to bury her head in the quilt and make a little kitten sound?
In the club space, Bagir slapped Madison hard on the buttocks.
"Aren't you going too far?"
He looked at the others and said, "You all did it on purpose, I can see it."
Madison, who also made a grunting sound, stuck out her tongue, "We are helping this child understand the adult world. I am not used to being intimate with my sweetheart and having to avoid her."
Zoe, who had changed into a sailor uniform, turned her head away sheepishly, "This was all Madison's idea."
Bella, who was dressed as a doctor, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses and said, "She enjoyed it quite a lot, didn't she? If Beatrice hadn't deliberately made a sound, she might not have logged off until the end."
Still wearing a luxurious dress, but with the addition of hollow stockings, Beatrice raised her head proudly and said nothing.
Only Sophie felt a little guilty, "Isn't it too early? She doesn't understand anything."
But these words were met with only blank stares from everyone.
Beatrice: "Hypocritical hopelessness."
Bella was a little doubtful about life, "But... you were the first to agree with Madison's idea."
Among them, Madison complained: "You only have half an hour to fight, of course you don't mind. There are 24 hours in a day, right?"
Sophie was speechless.
——
Late at night, in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.
Bagir sat here cross-legged for a long time, under the ugly Slytherin statue.
He now understood exactly why Rafael was opposed to sharing finger magic.
The magic of emotions, the magic of fairy tales like wishing, allowed him to easily create a fake body lying in the dormitory.
Even if Dumbledore tried to mobilize the surveillance-that fog condenser, it would be of no use.
However, Dumbledore was not in the mood to spy now. He seemed to have given up everything and spent the whole day wandering around his long-lost treasure. Competing with his brother Aberforth for favor in front of Ariana.
Thinking of this, Bagir couldn't help but smile.
The "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" in his hand automatically turned to "The Legend of the Three Brothers" without any wind.
The slender fingertips glowed, and the whole hand submerged into the page of the book as if it were submerged in water.
[The second child is an arrogant man. He decides to continue humiliating the God of Death. What he wants is the ability to resurrect the dead. The God of Death picked up a stone from the shore and gave it to Lao Er, telling him that this stone had the ability to bring the dead back to life. 】
The text begins to glow.
An illusory stone, flashing with electric sparks from time to time, was held between his fingertips and floated out of the page.
And then——suddenly crushed by him.
"It still doesn't work." Bagir sighed.
What this 'resurrection stone' summons is not the real deceased, but an empty phantom. Just like what is described in the story, the people who come back are very cold, distant, and distant, which makes people anxious.
More importantly, it cannot react with the [Invisibility Cloak] he is wearing at the moment and the [Destiny Staff] in his pocket.
He also cannot satisfy his identity as [Lord of the Deathly Hallows] and truly unlock the power of the Deathly Hallows.
The fully unsealed [Invisibility Cloak] brings complete invisibility from physics and magic, fate lines, and even stasis of the body's time flow. The fate of victory given to the owner by the [Destiny Stick] is something that even Bajir is coveting now. thing.
"Voldemort." Bajir muttered softly.
Voldemort cast a spell on his name so that when someone with magical powers said it, he could sense the location of the person who said the name.
Therefore, it is not difficult to find Voldemort along the direction.
The theory exists and practice begins.
The index finger starts to glow.
[Alien magic power: 328↑ (-100)]
A new spell is drawing on power and knowledge and beginning to take shape.
Possibilities are tried to be eliminated one by one, syllables are arranged one by one, and groups of magic words react to each other.
It was born.
[Tracing the source]
Bajir named it.
The next second, a green light flashed.
[Truth Connoisseur] appeared in his hand.
"If you are looking for someone, you are more suitable."
[Tracing the source]
The mantra's name is called by his Creator.
"Voldemort."
The fluctuations of the obscure magical magnetic field are captured.
A flickering blue light emerged from the tip of the cedar wand.
Submerged in the illusory line, set off along its source.
It starts to branch off.
A ray of light travels to Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey.
A wisp travels to the underground of Gringotts in London.
A ray of light travels to 12 Grimmauld Place, London.
A wisp followed the ceiling and came to the wall opposite the huge tapestry on the 8th floor where Barnabas was trying to teach the troll how to dance ballet.
However, the thickest and smallest strands are interrupted halfway.
The smaller one should belong to the Horcrux made of Gunter's ring. It’s also normal to have the Resurrection Stone embedded in it.
But Voldemort himself? Is it because he is so weak that he doesn't even recognize his name, or is it because he has mastered the power of the Resurrection Stone?
"It's so strange." Bajier sighed.
"It's so strange." Among the many portraits of the principals in the principal's office, only Phineas, who was the least observant, tugged on his beard, "Aren't you and your brother strange? Resurrection, there are many things in history Cases prove that this kind of spiritualism is a joke.”
"Inferi, reanimated zombies, and ghouls are all products of failed cases."
"Are you really sure that's your sister?"
"Even if it's true, don't you think she's too weird? She needs to close her eyes and rest from time to time. She'll go to bed at 9 o'clock tonight."
"I think-"
"That's enough!" A cold light flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, "It's enough that she is Ariana!"
"I can confirm that whether it is the body, the memory, or even the soul, it is Ariana."
"As long as she can come back, that's enough!"
"Okay." Phineas changed his subject under the cannibalistic gazes of the other principal portraits, "What about the Granger boy? What are you going to do about it? He's still in the school."
Dumbledore frowned, "This is indeed a hidden danger."
"Hidden danger?" Phineas repeated, a little doubtful of life. A few days ago, Dumbledore had vowed to teach him well, and was even willing to change his bottom line for him - to interfere with the Ministry of Magic. But today it became a hidden danger.
"I should get him out of school as soon as possible." Dumbledore was still saying, "Nick seems to be very interested in him. They are hiding in Devon, and the Granger family happens to be there too."
When it comes to the latter part, it's more like talking to myself.
"No, they seemed to have returned to Beauxbatons, France some time ago. They seemed to be preparing to wait for death at their alma mater."
"France? Beauxbatons? This is better."
"He's further away from Ariana."
"Maybe he will stay there and never return to England!"
Dumbledore's tone rose, and he felt much more relaxed.
But the next second, he seemed to think of something again.
"By the way, one more thing. A small beetle entered the school yesterday."
"I think I need to go to Lower London. The breakfast tacos at the Daily Prophet building seem to be pretty good."
Dumbledore smiled, but his words were extremely cold. Not at all as easy-going as usual.
"What are you doing?" Phineas was a little confused.
Dumbledore chuckled, "You should know that the new professor has been changed to Lupin."
"In this case, it's time for the public to know Gilderoy's little secret."
——
Early the next morning, in the principal's office.
"What? I'm going to France?" Bagir looked confused.
Dumbledore nodded, "This is a very precious opportunity. Nick Flamel, the man who made the Philosopher's Stone, knows that he will be your teacher."
He knew the young man in front of him very well, and his quiet eyes were burning with a fire called ambition.
Nick Flamel, who has lived for 700 years, is equivalent to magic itself.
He also defeated Grindelwald who had the Elder Wand because he became a lifelong friend with Nick and gained knowledge that no one could have imagined.
Anyone who has the ambition to go further in magic will not give up this opportunity.
The young man in front of me should not be able to do that.
Therefore, he did not need to ask Bagir to stay in France as an exchange student. As long as he arrived in France, everything would go smoothly.
But Dumbledore didn't know what happened to Baljir during the hours he disappeared after the Quidditch match.
Moreover, Bagir could see Dumbledore's little thoughts at a glance.
So after pretending to think for a moment, he suddenly asked 'inadvertently': "Where is that girl? You know that Professor McGonagall and I have a very good relationship. She mentioned that there is a girl beside you. She will be in second grade next year. She Is she your granddaughter?"
"This has nothing to do with you." Dumbledore was furious. He had failed, and his usual calm demeanor was swept away. "Anyway, are you willing to go to Beauxbatons?"
He had already made up his mind. If the kid in front of him really didn't agree, he would take Ariana to France for vacation.
"Of course I am willing. But" Bajir looked into Dumbledore's eyes seriously, "Just this summer."
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.
Bajir narrowed his eyes. This was a lie!
"Then I. Don't agree." Bajir chuckled and left the office without looking back.
The portraits that were dozing woke up one after another.
Phineas, the most unpopular headmaster in history, spoke again, "It seems that he has seen through your conspiracy."
Dumbledore's face darkened, "Has he already met Ariana? Or..."
He suddenly recalled the day when the summer vacation officially began and he stepped into the Gryffindor dormitory.
Third Eye?
At that time, he joked that Bajir had awakened the Third Eye.
"You are going too far." An old witch with long silver curls on the wall asked in confusion, "I can't understand why you want to transfer this boy. He is undoubtedly an excellent match. Your sister will get married."
"No!" Dumbledore shouted subconsciously, and then he calmed down and said with anger: "You don't understand what kind of magic that boy has. It is pure and beautiful, not the product of the discordant magic that can be ignored by willpower like the Veela. Even when I face him directly, I can't help but fantasize."
"Not to mention Ariana. I can't guarantee that Basil will like her. He already has a girlfriend. Hermione Granger."
"I don't want Ariana to get hurt. This is likely to be a one-sided crush without a starting point."
At the same time, the chat group began to be very lively because of this.
Madison: "Sweetheart, are you going to Beauxbatons?"
Her voice began to tremble, and she couldn't calm down when she thought of Fleur in Beauxbatons.
Fleur Dracula is a half-blood Veela.
Veela is a kind of humanoid with extraordinary beauty.
Their skin glows like the moon, their hair flutters behind their heads like being blown by the wind, and their dancing can attract all men.
Their beauty itself is a kind of magic, constant and intoxicating.
Touching their skin lightly will give you a hot and electric feeling.
In terms of sexual communication, they give men or women an experience that normal women cannot give.
Only the succubus in fantasy novels can compete with them.
There are many veela in France. That Fleur is a student of Beauxbatons.
Once she meets Basil, it means that she may also join the group.
In this way, she may also be able to have sex at the activities after the club activities.
Isn't this double happiness?
But other people in the club are very dissatisfied with this.
Zoe: "Who does he think he is? How dare he let Basil transfer to another school?"
Sophie: "Why don't you just drop out of school and come back to the academy."
Beatrice: "Hopeless, this is the first time I agree with you. It seems that your head is not all muddled."
Bella, who just finished watching "The Philosopher's Stone": "This crazy old man is really outrageous."
