Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Moriarty pushed the door open and walked into the secret room. He saw parchment covering half of the floor, dozens of wand cases hanging in the air, and Nico Flamel leaning on a recliner alone.

"I have to admit I lost, Moriarty."

Nico turned slightly, glanced at Moriarty and said with a smile: "For about four hundred years, the word 'lose' has not popped out of my mouth. It has been brewing in my mind for a long time.

I want to appear in a decent way - with a deep voice and philosophical language, as if it were a voice from the sky, talking to you."

Moriarty walked to his side, conjured up an identical recliner, and slowly leaned on it.

"Losing and winning are like pushers. They reveal the bloody reality to people. Losing reveals that the loser is a fool. Winning reveals that the winning person may become a fool."

Moriarty stretched his body on the backrest. He had not rested for nearly 48 hours. The long-lost comfort came to his heart. It was consistent with Nico Flamel's breath. It was soothing and steady. There was no craziness about winning a shocking bet.

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"Yes, the person who wins will also lose. If you ask me, it's best to let him lose once!"

Nico Flamel wore a white nightgown today with gold embroidery on the collar. He held his hands on the armrests and shook them gently.

"After Fengwei Cape told me that the wand set was successfully made, the first emotion in my heart was joy." Nico closed his eyes and shared his feelings with Moriarty.

"Perenel and I smiled with relief. Only then did we discover that we also have weaknesses, and our weaknesses turned out to be alchemy, which we are best at.

Fate played a joke on us. After we thought that no one or anything in this world could defeat us except death, alchemy told us through you - the knowledge that is always great and awe-inspiring forever."

"That's right," Moriarty smiled slightly: "I was able to make the wand set first, thanks to a brand-new alchemical concept, which I call the alchemical matrix.

You see, if fate is unpredictable, then knowledge always brings surprises.

Countless manual alchemical experiments, alchemical formulas, magic runes, alchemical matrices...

The knowledge mastered by mankind is being upgraded and updated from generation to generation, and I have no doubt that there will be alchemical methods that are simpler and more advanced than the matrix."

"Me too." Nico Flamel did not ask about the alchemy matrix. He was not at all unwilling or distressed about losing the shocking bet. He crossed his hands on his lower abdomen with a calm expression, "I gave up the idea of ​​facing death.

I want to live for a few hundred more years to see if there is an alchemical method that is more advanced than your matrix as we mentioned."

"There must be, and it will definitely happen." Moriarty raised his head, "I don't know what you have gone through, you always look at the world from the perspective of a bystander.

You discovered many outstanding wizards, including Dumbledore, Newt Scamander and many more.

But you rarely have the idea of ​​​​exploring the world. You think others can invent more advanced alchemical methods, why can't this person be you?"

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth, and his gray pupils reflected the lights on the ceiling, shining with confidence. Nico Flamel understood the meaning of his eyes, "You believe that person will be you, right? Always confident, always

firm.

I don’t know if this is your innate characteristic, or if you have something that makes you confident, I can only say, it’s pretty good!”

As Nico Flamel spoke, he stretched out his left hand and pointed to a pile of books on the podium. A large, thin book with a gray appearance and too many fingerprints flew in front of Nico Flamel.

Nico Flamel quickly pulled out a piece of parchment from the book and handed it to Moriarty.

Moriarty took it very carefully. This piece of parchment was, to be precise, a page of diary, but it was obviously several hundred years old. The edges of the paper were curled, and the color was worn to a white surface, with a smell of dust.

The smell hits your nose.

"April 25, 1382." Moriarty read the text on the date.

Nico Flamel was a little surprised: "Dumbledore never said you knew French. Oh, I'm sorry, please continue."

Moriarty continued reading: "I have been following the instructions in the book, deducing redstone from the same amount of mercury, and then actually turning the mercury into gold!

It is indeed better than ordinary gold, softer and more malleable.

I think this is the philosopher's stone in the book. What's more incredible to me than turning a stone into gold is that this book is like a curse. Anyone who gets it can never put it down from his hands.

If it hadn't been for Perenel's warning, it would have stimulated the greatest ambition and desire in my heart."

Moriarty returned the diary to Nico Flamel with a deep look in his eyes. These long-famous archmages should not be underestimated. Their lives are a legend, and there are too many secrets hidden behind them, just like now——

"Did you find the magic stone as an alchemy tool in a book? I always thought it was your original invention." Moriarty's eyes fell on the thin gray book, "Is this the book mentioned in the diary?"

"It's it," Nico Flamel's face changed slightly, "The Jewish Book of Abraham."

"Jews?" Moriarty said strangely: "What's going on? Jews are good at numbers and good at making money, but no one thinks that Jews have anything to do with magic!"

"Of course, everyone thinks so," Nico Flamel sat up from the couch, his tone slightly serious, "But angels don't lie, let me start from the beginning -

One night about six hundred years ago, an angel came to me in my dream, and the angel told me that I would get a book, and if I studied hard and understood the book thoroughly, I would gain extraordinary miraculous power."

Moriarty looked unbelieving. Nico Flamel patted the thin gray book and said funnyly: "Don't be like this. It didn't take long for the dream to come true. I exchanged two gold florins for a book called

"The Jewish Book of Abraham", I spent 21 years interpreting this book while collecting information..."

Having said this, Moriarty saw a flash of uneasiness in Nico Flamel's eyes.

"Finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, I deciphered the meaning recorded in the book and refined the Philosopher's Stone."

Nico Flamel took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, and as if to prove the authenticity of those words, he waved it in front of Moriarty's eyes.

"What a coincidence, I have one too." Moriarty pretended to take out the magic stone from under his robe, but in fact he took out the magic stone from the system space and held the red gem between two fingers.

His eyes were shaking.

"Merlin on top!" Nico Flamel's body leaned forward involuntarily, and he saw another magic stone that was exactly the same. What could be more surprising than this?

Moriarty was very happy to see the six hundred-year-old man's surprised expression. He joked: "My magic stone is male, and your magic stone is female."

Nico Flamel was amused. He picked up the thin gray book and handed it to Moriarty, "I originally wanted to give you some advice, but now it seems that you are stronger than I thought, well, or according to what you said

, you are more talented than I thought."

Moriarty took the book calmly, and as he was opening it, he heard Nico Flamel say: "If you are not so anxious, you can count the pages of this book first."

"With this roughness, it seems to be made of tree bark?" Moriarty rubbed the cover and corners of the book and slowly opened it. He did not read the records in the book, but concentrated on counting the pages.

"A total of 21 pages." Moriarty said calmly, "Is it related to seven?"

"It has something to do with seven." Nico Flamel nodded. In the magical world, seven is a magical number. "And it is not only related to seven." He added, "Please read the book and hurry up."

Moriarty opened the first page and looked at it, his eyes full of surprise. The first page was part of a picture, obviously incomplete.

He quickly turned to the second and third pages, and it wasn't until he turned to the seventh page that he saw a complete picture.

"The first picture: a cane with two snakes wrapped around it. One of the white patterned snakes is devouring the other black snake."

Moriarty looked at Nico Flamel.

"Yes," Nicol Flamel said, "that's true, but how do you understand it?"

"The double snake staff represents magical medical skills. In Greek mythology, Hermes' wand is the double snake staff, which implies 'sex' and peace." Moriarty picked the key points and said, "It can also be interpreted separately. The staff

Symbolizing power and status, the white snake and the black snake could have formed a balance, but those patterns troubled the white snake and broke the balance."

"Oh, what a wonderful idea." Nico Flamel smiled, and then became serious: "But what I see in it is the fusion of matter, and Perenelle sees in it the wings of a fallen angel."

"Hmm? In other words, the picture in everyone's eyes is the same, but the meaning they interpret is different."

Moriarty nodded slightly. Being able to do this means that a powerful mysterious spell has been cast on the book, or the book itself is a powerful alchemical tool.