harry potter book of crimes

Alchemy has never been a beautiful thing.

Perhaps the appearance it gives people is often full of hope, such as golden transformation, elixir of life and artificial humans, which respectively symbolize the "wealth", "immortality" and "creativity" that people desire.

But if you think about it carefully, they essentially symbolize "greed", "fear" and "desire for control".

Of course, although desire can be ugly, this ugliness is also pushing people to move forward. It is not good, but it is not bad either.

After all, what is ugly is not desire, but people.

"Thank you, Noah! Thank you for your kindness to Luna... However, I hope you can go back and think about it again. Take this opportunity to think about what the 'Philosopher's Stone' means to you, to us... and to you.

The meaning contained in everyone else.”

To be honest, Noah didn't immediately understand the meaning of Maka's words, but after seeing Maka's serious look, he realized that there must be some deep meaning that he had not yet discovered.

.

So Noah left, full of doubts.

Watching the fat man leave from the door, because his head was filled with what Maka just said, he even forgot to take off the filter mask when he went out.

"Bang!"

Maka gently waved her hand and closed the door again, then turned around and picked up the silver knife that had been set aside again, and continued to cut the unknown plant stems.

And at this moment, with a soft "squeak" sound, a figure walked out of the corner of the steamy potion preparation room.

"Maka, he...didn't he just say he could cure Luna? Why did you..."

What suddenly appeared was Hermione, who had been hiding in the cupboard in the corner just now. Because Maka had already sensed Noah coming this way, he asked Hermione to hide in advance. Noah obviously didn't want to

Let too many people know that they have received the inheritance of the Magic Stone.

But now, hearing Hermione's somewhat urgent inquiry, Maka couldn't help but shook her head slightly and replied softly:

"Noah came to Blois Castle because his father asked him to come... You should have heard just now that he obtained the inheritance of Nicoléme and even obtained the rough embryo of the Philosopher's Stone. I think,

You should understand what his father meant when he asked him to come to me and Mr. Blois."

"Uh," Hermione was startled when she heard this, "Mr. Hohenheim, do you want you to protect Noah?"

"That's right! But you should also know that nowadays we may not even be able to protect ourselves well." Maka sighed, "I don't know how Noah's father knew about Luna's situation so quickly. Maybe

It was Mr. Blois, maybe Mr. Akinbad. But no matter what, he did send me a 'gift' that I couldn't refuse."

Having said this, Maka couldn't help but turn her head and spread her hands towards Hermione.

"Since Noah can't stay with us all the time, and I want to accept this gift with peace of mind. Then, I at least have to let Noah master a gift that can be guaranteed by so many people before leaving here.

The ability to keep oneself safe.”

But if you ask how to protect yourself, the best answer is definitely not a "powerful force". At least judging from Maka's current experience, it is definitely not the case.

"So," Hermione thought for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "You want him to realize that no matter who he is, he may not be trustworthy?"

"Yes!" Maka smiled, "For many people, the charm of the Philosopher's Stone is unparalleled! You and I are no exception, aren't we?"

"We...we only did it because of Luna..."

Hermione didn't seem to agree with Maka's last words, but Maka waved her hand and said:

"It's all the same! It's all the same. For Luna, I have to borrow Noah's rough embryo of the magic stone no matter what. Believe it or not, if the fat man turns around and refuses to help again, I will definitely force him to

Help me with this?"

"this"

Hermione pushed up her mask habitually, thought about it for a moment, and then nodded seriously.

"Okay! I understand, I believe it!"

"Hey, I was just joking," Maka couldn't help but smile bitterly after seeing this, "Have more confidence in Noah! Well, by the way, have more confidence in my personality charm."

As he was talking, he heard the boiling sound on the other side of the crucible subsided again, so he stopped talking for a moment, took out another piece of material and put it in.

"Stir again, this time three times counterclockwise."

"Ah! Okay."

After hearing this, Hermione hurriedly ran to the crucible, picked up the stirring rod and waited. She watched a lot of steam coming out of the crucible. After the most intense reaction passed, she carefully inserted the stirring rod.

A circle was drawn.

Not long after, when the stirring was completed, she took the stirring rod, cleaned it with reagents, and put it back into the bucket next to the crucible.

As a result, the potion preparation room became quiet again, and only the soft sound of Maca slicing the stems echoed regularly.

"...Maka?"

I don't know how much time passed, but when Maka had put down her silver knife and was grinding the liver of an animal in a mortar, Hermione spoke again.

"I still want to know what the potion you prepared is?" She said hesitantly, "This... doesn't look like it was used to treat Luna's magic imbalance, does it?"

However, this time Maka did not answer Hermione's question as quickly as before. He just lowered his head and ground it, grinding the fresh and tender liver into a paste. After a while, he slowly said:

"Yes! This is not prepared for Luna, I have other uses."

For some reason, Maka was reluctant to say it, even though this was the second time Hermione had asked this question. However, out of trust in Maka, she suppressed the confusion and curiosity in her heart as much as possible.

Since Maka refused to say it, there must be a reason why he couldn't say it, at least that's what Hermione thought.

After waiting for a few more minutes, when the stirring stopped and no more adding the sliced ​​rhizomes, the liquid completely stopped steaming out, Maka finally picked it up and ground it with her own hands.

The slurry-like raw liver walked towards the crucible.

"Hermione, stand behind me and hold your breath as much as possible... The next mist will be quite toxic. I'll help you block it, but it's still just in case."

When Hermione hid behind her and was ready, Maka poured all the slurry in the mortar into the crucible. And in the next moment, a dark green mist burst out from the crucible with a "pop" sound.

came out.