Chapter 154 Chapter 153: Chaos of God! The cause of the chaos!
Someone is cheating in person.
Ian can no longer play this magical version of [Fighting the Witch King]. He is very curious about why the black-robed skeleton can change any card it wants.
However.
It was difficult for Ian to analyze the "wishing" method of the black-robed skeleton that was different from normal magic, and he was unable to get the answer he wanted from the black-robed skeleton.
"I... don't have a brain, I don't know." Faced with almost any question that needs to be thought about, the black-robed skeleton would just confidently raise his finger bones and point at his empty head.
"..."
Ian couldn't find any reason to refute the other party. He felt a helplessness and deep helplessness similar to that of a normal person when facing a mentally ill person.
"You don't have a brain and you still know how to cheat! You must be worse than you are now when you are alive!" The little wizard could only say something quick with a very unhappy look on his face.
However, the black-robed skeleton did not suffer any psychological harm at all.
"I am alive now... If you give me flesh and blood... I will admit that I am very, very, very bad." Not only did it not feel any dissatisfaction, but it seized the opportunity to speak to Ian again.
these days.
The black-robed skeleton would keep repeating the topic of giving it flesh and blood whenever it had the chance. However, Ian had already tried the flesh and blood taken from the house elves.
It doesn't stick at all.
Not only the slaughtered pork, mutton, and beef could not be pieced together on the black-robed skeleton, but even the live poultry that Ian spent a lot of money to buy in Hogsmeade Village could not be used for the black skeleton. Wearing skeletons as flesh and blood - for this reason, he even violated his conscience a little and learned some black magic involving flesh and blood.
Thanks to the book "Advanced Dark Arts Revealed", which contains relevant magic records, otherwise if Ian went to the library to read it, God knows, Albus Dumbledore would suspect that he was doing something unhealthy.
"Didn't we try it? I'm just going to find some living people for you. You don't even look at your own skeleton. The magic that can give you flesh and blood will have no effect on you at all!" Ian is the same! He was annoyed by the black-robed skeleton, so he made many attempts to give the opponent flesh and blood.
However, these attempts failed in the end because of the "magic non-stickness" on the skeleton of the black-robed skeleton, so Ian felt that even if he found a few living people to transplant flesh and blood, the result would definitely be the same.
"Magic...it's not..." I don't know if the language system of the black-robed skeleton has been damaged. It still feels a little stumbling after being in the world for so many days.
"As I said before, if you think about it carefully, I can build you a Hextech brain, a Hextech skin and other supporting metal organs."
"The flesh and blood are weak, the machine is soaring, Tie Tie." Ian looked at the messy card table. As soon as he looked away, the dementors immediately understood and started cleaning.
It has grown from an unruly monster at the beginning, and now its intelligence and emotional intelligence trained by Ian are comparable to those of a teenage child. It is expected that after a period of training, it can be released to work and make money.
"Flesh...beloved..."
The black-robed skeleton was completely unmoved by Ian's repeated suggestions. It seemed to be very attached to its lost flesh and blood. After running out of cards, it started whispering in Ian's ears again.
Ian ignored it.
He walked directly to the corner of the room - a carefully fired ceramic flowerpot had been placed here for a long time. It was a self-made product that he made, drew and colored with his own hands.
It’s all because the profiteers in Hogsmeade Village sell flower pots that are too expensive, so Ian has to bake ceramics himself. The outer walls of the flower pots are also decorated with simple line patterns, allowing people to appreciate the plants while also feeling To the design beauty of the flower pot itself. They are runic patterns drawn by Ian on the flower pots.
The effect is also very simple.
These magic words provide the necessary conditions for the growth of plants, which can achieve the effect of photosynthesis for plants without moving out to bask in the sun to obtain sunlight.
The things that can be planted there are naturally not crops such as parsnips, but the mysterious seeds that Ian obtained in the tower of the trance.
"Hurry up and grow it for me. When it grows, I will pour you a magic potion to drink."
When Ian was in the tower before, he had a very strong premonition that this seed, which was thrown into the trance dreamland together with the tower, was still full of vitality after an unknown number of years. It was definitely not an ordinary seed. Plants, he really felt from the bottom of his heart that the seeds would give him a surprise when they grew up.
Anyway.
The seeds in the tower must have something to say.
Because even though Ian looked through the many magical plant books in the Hogwarts library, and even asked Professor Pomona Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff, the answers he got were all There is no plant seed that can remain viable for centuries after being separated from its growing conditions.
The vitality of this seed is something that no one can explain. Not only has it been stored in a high tower for a long time, but the environment it is in is also a trance-like world of the dead.
Under such circumstances, it has not been able to decay and wither, but still maintains the emerald green vitality. It is very reasonable for Ian to expect that it can grow a world tree.
certainly.
He was also prepared that this kind of plant would be difficult to cultivate. After all, it had been buried in the soil for a long time, but the seeds still didn't look like they were going to grow at all.
"As long as you don't let me plant for ten or eight years, I will wait for you." Ian is a typical person who forgets the old love when he has a new love, whispering to the flowerpot while watering. It's not that he's bored by being alone, but that he believes in the metaphysics of "emotional value." .
You know, even some alchemical creations can be used for a longer time after being "loved" by their owners, let alone a magical plant? Ian had witnessed his good roommate William scolding the transcription pen before, and then the next day William's transcription pen accidentally broke.
This may not be scientific or troublesome, but it is metaphysical enough... A little belief will not lose a piece of meat. After Ian mentioned this theory, William praised everything about himself that day. No, until I haven’t heard that William’s weird props continue to be damaged.
"What are you doing?"
After Ian finished pouring water and homemade ecological fertilizer, he turned around and saw a black-robed skeleton beating a dementor. The dementor could only run around in aggrieved manner without daring to protest.
"There is no... other entertainment... I... am bored." When the black-robed skeleton responded to Ian, he did not forget to continue chasing. The dementor had been beaten and was screaming for mercy.
Ian felt like he was feeding a cat and a dog.
He wanted to break up the fight.
But he was also afraid that the black-robed skeleton would also hit him, so he could only aggrieve the dementors a little. In fact, the black-robed skeleton just wanted to grab the dementor, tear open its mouth, and poke its head in to look around. That's all, the Dementors were beaten only if they didn't want to. It can only be said that this may be the only way to become the King of Dementors.
"Heaven will entrust a Dementor with a great responsibility, and he must first strain his body and mind... You are going through a calamity, my friend." Ian didn't know if he had comforted the Dementor.
Anyway, the screams of the dementors were much quieter.
……
the next day.
Newt Scamander, his wife and sister-in-law left the school, and Ian didn't know whether they and Nick Flamel had reached a consensus on the time turner.
Since they were unable to meet again, Ian could not continue to promote his psychic skills, but he didn't care. He hadn't even used the bank key to Grindelwald's house in his hand.
The top priority now is to continue studying. Without the interruptions of Voldemort and Quirrell, the campus is quite harmonious. There are not many young wizards on campus discussing Quirrell's affairs.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Quirrell didn't know many people in the first place.
The days are still passing day by day.
With many things to be busy and researching, Ian’s life after school and meals is also very fulfilling. The second-generation thermal product [Life-saving Hand Warmer] he took the time to promote was also a complete success and was finally launched in Hogg For the first time, the product of the Gryffindor twins was defeated in the market of Wards Campus.
After all, the gap in alchemy skills between the two parties is not small. After Ian found the right market direction, his advantage became apparent. This finally made Ravenclaw feel proud.
certainly.
The most proud person was Ian. After completely occupying Hogwarts' market share with an overwhelming advantage, he even advertised himself in the auditorium.
"Hogwarts' professional anti-lost map, winter special cold potion, Hogsmeade snack purchasing agent, and we also undertake all kinds of privately customized alchemy toys you want!"
"As for the scope of private customization, everyone just needs to know that you sell first and settle later. If you are satisfied, you will pay cash on delivery. There is nothing you can't think of and nothing I can't make!" Ian took advantage of the professors to leave. He was doing publicity at the time, so he was very tough and loud when he spoke.
The main thing is arrogance.
With the extraordinary talent of [Unlimited Alchemy], Ian is able to make things at low cost that others can make at high cost. Even if he goes to open a shop in Diagon Alley, he will definitely not be able to meet his opponents.
"What if it is something that school regulations do not allow us to hold?"
A little wizard eagerly opened his mouth to consult.
"I will sell things that are allowed by the school rules. Naturally, I will sell things that are not allowed by the school rules... I will sell them if I pay more. You must know that the school rules are dead and people are alive!"
"We can always find ways to circumvent school rules! Trust me! I've been professionally circumventing school rules for a whole year!" His words were naturally the answer to the inquirer in a lowered voice.
Ian is also afraid of being caught by his rival twin brothers. To be honest, making money from selling these things is secondary to Ian. He mainly wants to help his classmates.
certainly.
By the way, practicing your [Alchemy] proficiency is also the reason why Ian is so hyped. The higher the level of these abilities, the more attempts you have never done before. To say that he was stealing the alchemy ideas of his classmates was too serious. Ian felt that his behavior was at most a crowd-funded learning upgrade.
Anyway, the little wizards are very happy.
Ian is happy too.
Everyone wins, but Ian still wins twice.
After the publicity, Ian received many orders from his classmates, including students from all grades. Among them, the Gryffindor twin brothers even asked him to order a very difficult prank toy.
Ian accepts all comers.
He is not afraid that his twin brothers will learn skills from him.
Slytherin House, which had some "misunderstandings" with Ian, did not place any orders. Of course, they did not dare to report Ian's "illegal activities" to the professors.
Seeing the students from other houses coming up with some novel things for entertainment from time to time, the students from Slytherin House couldn't sit still and also found the real profiteers of Hogwarts.
Aurora also took the opportunity to sell many "founder's relics" at high prices and low prices. And those Slytherin students who got new things may never have imagined that their creativity and ideas also passed through Aurora's hands and became another part of the nutrients for Ian's [Alchemy] learning and improvement.
Yes.
Otherwise, Aurora is the real profiteer. Her speed in learning the ways of cunning is astonishing. From the beginning, the ignorant girl has transformed into a real second-rate dealer.
There must be part of Ian's credit for this. After all, it was Ian who encouraged her to take over the order from Slytherin House, and also entrusted Miss Daphne Greengrass, the leader of the [Resistance to Prince Alliance], to fight for coordination. , Daphne Greengrass was really willing to work hard for a few gold gallons that she had never even looked at before.
Ian could feel it.
Miss Daphne Greengrass not only "respected" his authority, but lived a very miserable and poor life. During the Christmas holidays, she and her best friends were even reselling pastries from the Elf Kitchen.
The eldest daughter of a pure-blood family was so wronged that even Ian couldn't bear it, so he successfully instigated the leader of the [Rebel Prince Alliance] for the price of 2 gold Galleons.
Ian was quite happy to live like a fish in water. This happy life lasted until another confusing day. After class, Ian went to Nick Flamel to ask some questions related to alchemy.
In addition to absorbing the amazing creativity of the young wizards, Ian will also learn from the alchemy experience of the old professor, so his [ancient alchemy] proficiency increases very quickly.
Nick Flamel's research speed on the Tower Rune was beyond Ian's imagination. In just a few days, Nick Flamel was able to use the Tower Rune system to construct some small works.
"Compared with runes, this kind of magic text has lower requirements for magic power, but the learning threshold is much higher. I think this is the reason why it was eliminated from history."
Nick Flamel even made a judgment on the tower magic text.
"Is it like the modern alchemical system replaced the ancient alchemical system dominated by runes?" Ian feels that this historical problem may have happened more than once in history.
"Yes, that's it. And just like the limitations of ancient alchemy compared to modern alchemy, this magic script can also achieve effects that runes cannot achieve in some aspects." Nick Flamel did not give any demonstration. , he was also carrying out his alchemy operations while communicating with Ian.
Refining Ian's black sand into the Sands of Time.
This master alchemist is quite serious and focused when performing any alchemical operation. He wears a robe inlaid with strange symbols and holds a silver scepter engraved with a totem of the flow of time. There are various kinds of things scattered around him. The mysterious documents and ancient books were obviously the first time or similar alchemical operations had not been performed for a long time.
"What kind of effect? The use of time?" Ian looked at the black sand placed in a container. Some kind of solution was constantly rolling to temper it.
"This is one aspect. Time and space are easier to control with the ancient magic text you excavated. And where it can really play a greater role is that it can carry divine grace." Nick Flamel A rare solvent is blended with pure water and moon essence.
Its color is as bright as the Milky Way.
He slowly poured it into a container carved from deep yellow crystal. Just like a chemical experiment, the solution in the container carved from dark yellow crystal changed drastically in an instant.
"Divine grace?"
Ian blinked curiously. Of course he knew that gods existed in the world he lived in, but he didn't know much about those civilizations that had frequent contact with gods.
It's not just him. In fact, most modern wizards know very little about that era. The most detailed records of wizards' history can be traced back to the period of King Arthur and Merlin.
In the era before King Arthur and Merlin, most of them were just scattered ancient books, which were as difficult to study as the Xia Dynasty in the ancient East, which was older than the Shang Dynasty.
"Although we know very little about gods, and we are already in an era when gods are inactive, it is not false that gods exist in this world."
"From the God of Death that most people know today, to the sun god Apollo served by our divination professor ancestors, as well as Odin and the Nordic gods in Nordic mythology."
"There are some sayings that wizards are descendants of gods, and there are also sayings that gods have given human wizards the power. Regardless of which of these statements is right or wrong, one thing we wizards all agree on is that there are too many wizards in history. There is a lot of evidence to prove that the age of God did exist.”
Nick Flamel shook the container in his hand and talked.
"Could they just be more powerful wizards?" Ian's view is different from that of most people. He really believes in the traditional view that wizards are gods.
After all, many of the facts he encountered proved this to him.
"You have a very standard alchemist's mind, which is good. It will eventually lead you to the direction of a brilliant person." Nick Flamel gave Ian a very approving look.
Obviously.
He also agrees with this view.
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"No matter whether these gods were once wizards like you and me, in essence, they are just beings that are more powerful than our current wizards, at least in the minds of us alchemists. The power they control It just involves the rules of how the world works.”
"Even the God of Death has a saying that he was the first person to die in the world, so he was selected by the rules and became the God of Death as we all know him."
As Nick Flamel spoke, he observed the tempering efficiency of the black sand.
"The grace of God is very powerful, and the power of God is also very powerful, but the real Creator once told others that it is also magic, but it is more nonsense than normal magic."
He has mentioned to Ian more than once about the True Creator that all alchemists admire. Ian is really curious about whether this True Creator can sing raps that sound like gods crying and ghosts howling.
"The True Creator may be right."
Ian now also likes to mention the True Creator, whom he doesn’t even know what he looks like. It is estimated that no one knows what the True Creator looks like. After all, many of the True Creator’s views also resonate with him emotionally.
According to Nick Flamel, this true creator was a powerful and mediocre ancient wizard. Ian felt that if this ancient wizard lived now, he would definitely become his close friend.
"Yeah, maybe this is the truth and the reason why the Road to Legend is cut off." Nick Flamel sighed with emotion, which made Ian curious about what this has to do with the Road to Legend.
he asked immediately.
Nick Flamel didn't mean to hide it either.
He took a deep look at the little wizard in front of him who embarked on a legendary path in the end of the Dharma era.
"Pure-blooded dragons are almost impossible to kill, and their gradual extinction, as well as the disappearance of other ways to step into the legend, started with our ancestor Merlin and a few people as bold as him who wanted to step into the legend. They pry into areas they shouldn't and find their way into it."
"Although it should have been unsuccessful in the end, it also caused panic in some higher-level beings, so you will see the four giants of Hogwarts becoming the final legend."
"The golden apple was cut down, and the feudal dynasty dominated by one person ended. Even the dragons were gradually unable to give birth to pure-blood descendants, and were forced to continue their bloodline in other creatures."
"Behind everything... it is obviously impossible to say that there is nothing strange." Nick Flamel did not explain clearly, but the meaning he expressed was clear enough.
The master of alchemy is clearly saying that everything has to do with God.
Ian mused.
He didn't know how much evidence could support Nick Flamel's statement, but he knew that the extinction of the golden apple tree had nothing to do with God.
after all.
Teacher Morgan has personally admitted that she committed the crime.
"Are golden apples also related to the Road to Legend?" Ian felt that Teacher Morgan must have hidden something from him. Perhaps his ability to directly enter the Road to Legend was directly related to the golden apple he had eaten.
"The golden apple can perform a ritual, and it is the main core of that ritual." Nick Flamel has obviously collected a lot of information about the legendary road over six hundred years.
It's also normal.
After all, like Albus Dumbledore, he was subject to the times and was unable to reach the level of a legendary alchemist. Naturally, he had some obsessions and struggles in this regard.
In other words, Albus Dumbledore doesn't seem to have much thought about the legend. When Ian thought of this, he couldn't help but look at the corner. He was worried that Albus Dumbledore, who had not been seen for a long time, was hiding there.
Perhaps in order to minimize the impact on the timeline, Ian, like other professors, has not seen the headmaster of Hogwarts for many days.
God knows how many times he has studied the "Clone Technique"... If Albus Dumbledore wants people to find him, there is almost no one who can break his illusion spell.
"Is it okay to establish a feudal dynasty?" It was also the first time for Ian to hear this way of embarking on the legendary road, which reminded him of some long-lasting memories of his past life.
Faced with this problem of the little wizard.
Nick Flamel did not answer directly.
"Guess why all civilizations, Muggles, and us all have faith in gods?" He just explained the end of this legendary road to Ian from the side.
Perhaps this view also stems from the attempts in the Merlin era.
"I learned new knowledge today." When Ian saw that Nick Flamel was about to start a dangerous experiment, he immediately packed up his things and prepared to retreat from the office.
Last time, because he ran late, he was splashed by the black sand from the explosion, and then spent three hours as a baby. As the saying goes, one learns from each experience and he must avoid risks in advance.
No.
Nick Flamel softly chanted an ancient mantra. As the mantra reverberated, the solvent in the container began to ripple, as if it resonated with the pulsation deep in the universe.
He began to try the final stage of refining the Sands of Time again. The master of alchemy may know the formula, but some specific processes and proportions still need to be summarized through practice again and again.
Seeing the completion of the spells and rituals, the most dangerous step is about to begin.
"By the way, Professor." When he ran to the office door, Ian suddenly stopped and looked up at the paintings hanging on the wall next to the door.
They don't move, but the pictures are brightly colored, with strong contrast, and full of visual impact.
"Can you lend me these Van Gogh paintings for study?" Yes, Ian also learned not long ago that Nick Flamel had bought many paintings from Van Gogh himself at low prices.
It can only be said that Nick LeMay really knows what speculation is.
People who live a long life are prone to making mistakes.
"You don't want to sell them to me, do you? Although I still have a lot of them at home, they are orphans. I still want to bring these paintings into my... No, I won't bring them anymore. Take it away." Nick Flamel paused what he was doing and immediately changed his words as if something suddenly occurred to him.
"I'm just borrowing it."
Ian felt that Nick Flamel misunderstood him deeply.
"Really just borrowing?"
Nick Flamel looked suspicious.
He had seen with his own eyes that one night, Ian, carrying the strange black phoenix, came to ask him if it was true that he had said that he had bought the phoenix for five million gold galleons.
Would such a money-obsessed person pass up the opportunity to make a fortune?
"You have to have some confidence in my copying skills." Ian said confidently. His words made Nick Flamel stunned for a while before he figured out what he meant.
Good guy!
This little thing actually wants to go to the Muggle world to sell fake paintings!
I still overestimate the integrity of the other party!
"You..."
Nick Flamel's throat shook twice, but in the end he just waved his hands with a numb face, watching Ian happily take away two autographed paintings by Van Gogh.
"Gulu~Gulu~Gulu~"
After Ian leaves.
Nick Flamel turned over the tempered black sand. After completely removing the remaining solution on the surface, he poured it back into the container that he had applied ritual magic to.
Then violent reactions began to occur.
The solution and black sand in the container began to undergo drastic changes. They merged and transformed with each other, and finally condensed into grains of sand of time that shone with gold and silver. Every grain of sand seemed to be given life, and began to dance and interweave in the liquid, forming illusions about the past, present and future.
"It's done! I'm done!"
Nick Flamel also danced happily. He regretted not forcing Ian to stay, otherwise there would definitely be someone to share this joy and sense of accomplishment with him.
"Didn't I just turn into a baby for a few hours...I also changed, and I was beaten by him. He was actually afraid of being like this." Nick Flamel looked at the super-large Marauder's Map hanging in his office.
The little wizard had quickly slipped back to the Room of Requirement in a few minutes - how to put it, Nick Flamel had obviously misunderstood the real reason why Ian ran so fast.
He thought Ian was afraid of being affected.
However.
This is just one of the smaller factors. The biggest reason why Ian hurriedly returned to the Room of Requirement was that today was a night of confusion that belonged to him alone.
"I can finally give the magic mirror to Teacher Morgan, and I can also ask Teacher Morgan about my doubts." Ian eagerly enjoyed the Dementor's foot-rubbing service.
He immediately got into the bed that he had already arranged in this room.
The soft quilt seemed to be able to swallow up all fatigue and wrap him gently. As his consciousness gradually blurred, Ian really saw the teacher Morgan he had longed for.
However!
"Holy crap! Why am I dreaming tonight!"
Ian found himself hanging on a cross, and candle oil was constantly dripping from the sky like raindrops, bursting into pieces of bright red plum blossoms on his body.
Teacher Morgan, who was chanting every day, was standing in front, but Morgan, who was wearing a witch costume, was holding a whip in his hand. The barbs on the whip made Ian tremble with fear.
"Wake up!"
Fortunately, Ian has learned how to control dreams.
He suddenly woke up from the soft bed before the whip fell, and returned to reality from the dream. The familiar environment around him made him breath a huge sigh of relief.
"What's going on? Why didn't I enter the trance?" Ian rubbed his eyes and was very confused. He calculated the time again and made sure that he had not remembered the wrong date.
Just when he put his hands down.
"Huh?"
The contract mark from the black-robed skeleton on his wrist was flickering in light and dark like breathing. At this moment, Ian seemed to immediately understand the reason why something strange was happening.
"Holy shit!"
He immediately jumped up from the big bed and rushed towards the black-robed skeleton who didn't need to sleep or eat. If he grabbed the dementor, he would force the dementor to play cards with him all night long.
"What are you doing with that damn contract! Give me my right of passage!" Ian directly threw down the black-robed skeleton who was much taller than himself, rode on the somewhat confused black-robed skeleton and pinched the black-robed skeleton's neck. .
"You must have been blacklisted for illegal immigration!"
Ian shook the empty head of the black-robed skeleton crazily.
Its soul fire was rushing around in its head.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
I really didn't expect that.
This skeleton can actually scream in panic.
(End of chapter)