Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Nicole Flamel has seen too many things in his life.

It's hard for you to imagine how knowledgeable and intelligent an old wizard who has lived for more than six hundred years would be.

He was born in the 14th century at the end of the Golden Age, experienced the extraordinary Silver Age, and watched the wizards gain the upper hand, step by step into the Bronze Age.

It can be said that he has witnessed the evolution of the entire extraordinary epic, and he is a well-informed old antique in the long river of history.

But even then, he couldn't recognize the means Clark was displaying now.

That is definitely not magic, the chaotic magic power is disordered and violent, casting spells without a stick will not be so easy, and the wind is calm and calm.

That is definitely not a magic ritual. The ancient gods have already disappeared in the long river of history. They really disappeared, as if they were separated from this world in an instant, and the rest are just lingering, hiding in the gutter false gods and evil gods.

African totem natural spirit? That's not right, that thing is more powerful, not as quiet as this.

Japanese Onmyoji? No, that thing is gloomy.

Nicole Flamel searched through his nearly shrunken brain, but couldn't find a power system that could correspond to the means used by this little guy.

Of course, this little guy's method is still immature, but this does not prevent Nicole Flamel from seeing the essence through the phenomenon. It is a new activation spell that is different from the current magic transformation.

The magical transfiguration commonly used by wizards is actually a very wide range of magical disciplines, but in general there are only three types, namely, the basic transfiguration technique of turning one dead object into another dead object, and the transformation of a dead object into a dead object. Intermediate polymorph, which turns one living creature into another, and advanced polymorph, which turns one living creature into another.

In addition, like the activation rope spell used by Clark before, and the magic wizard chess taught by McGonagall last semester, the activation spell that endows a dead object with vitality and makes it move, also belongs to the category of intermediate transfiguration.

But no matter how it changes, Transfiguration must follow the basic logic of magic power, that is "distortion", even all of this is fake!

The metamorphosis of wizards is more about distorting an object into what they think.

What is their impression of a living creature and what is the transformed object? This is just a projection in the wizard's mind. Once the wizard stops delivering magic power, no matter what kind of transformation technique it is, it will fail.

Unless, they also have a small piece of the Philosopher's Stone!

Nicole Flamel looked at the ruby ​​ring on his hand,

He looked at the colorful crystal in the opponent's hand again.

But that thing is different. The method used by the other party is more like giving a dead thing a new soul. It will be a permanent change, and it will even involve the realm of gods.

For alchemists, the pursuit of immortality and the creation of life have always been their two ultimate pursuits, even Nicole Flamel is no exception, the famous Philosopher's Stone is exactly what he pursues these two goals The final product obtained.

But even if he had refined the Philosopher's Stone, mastered the mystery of life force, and crossed the threshold of creating life with half a foot, he could only sigh, because he couldn't create a new soul out of thin air.

Just like the Buddha's "enlightenment" in Buddhist legends he had come into contact with, creating souls is indeed the domain of gods.

But what he saw now, a twelve or thirteen-year-old Hogwarts wizard was preparing to give a crystal stone a new soul in front of him!

Although the soul is still very weak, the spreading mental fluctuations are exactly the same as what he felt when he was studying the soul.

However, it seems that due to lack of mental strength, or lack of proficiency in technology, Clark's rune outline became more and more difficult as he went to the back. Finally, in a burst of mental pain, his hand shook, and a disordered mind rune was driven into the blank Philosopher's Stone.

It was as if a foreign object was suddenly caught in the tightly running mechanical gears. After a flash of colorful light, the crystal stone was completely extinguished and turned into a transparent blank magic stone again.

"It's a pity!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Nicole Flamel sighed, wishing that he was the one who was exhausted just now, but he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

That's right, a child, if a soul is really rubbed for him on the street, where will he put the face of this great alchemist?

"You are too anxious," Nicole Flamel judged based on his rich experience, "Your ability is not enough to support you to complete this work."

While talking, he put his fingers into the coffee cup in front of Clark, and the boiling hot coffee gradually turned as bright red as blood under the stirring of his fingers.

"Try this, it will give you strength."

Clark resisted the tingling between his brows, picked up the weird liquid, and poured it all down his stomach as soon as he raised his head, not worried at all about the old man in front of him.

The red liquid looks like fresh blood, but it tastes sour and sweet in the mouth, like vegetable juice squeezed out of a mixture of tomatoes and carrots.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and a warm current started from his stomach and rushed straight to the top of his head, replenishing energy for his brain and relieving his discomfort.

"thanks."

Clark's complexion improved, but Nicole Flamel waved his hand, "It's not convenient to talk about small things here. If you two little guys have nothing to do, you might as well go to the old man's house and sit down."

After finishing speaking, Nicole Flamel supported the table with his hands, and stood up slowly.

And as he got up, the space that had been stretched around was retracted instantly like a square scarf being lifted from the center, and Clark and the others returned to the bustling Champs-Elysées Avenue again.

Who would refuse to chat with an alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years?

Clark obediently helped Nicole Flamel and his wife put away the mobile coffee stand, and took the initiative to push the cart to take them home.

A few people walked through the streets and alleys all the way, and the bustling modern buildings around them gradually disappeared, replaced by some mediocre and old-fashioned buildings.

In some inconspicuous places, Clark even saw some vagrants in ragged clothes curled up in the corners of the streets, under the benches in the gutters. Foreign tourists pester them to buy their own iron tower key chains.

If you don't buy it, they will wave their fingers and curse you like a wizard.

And a gray-haired old couple like Nicole Flamel, with two young children, attracted a lot of malicious eyes.

But when those people with malicious intentions met Clark's eyes, he was suddenly in a trance, and then subconsciously avoided them.

Just like that, when they passed through several streets without any danger, their eyes suddenly became brighter.