HP Approaches the Magic World

In the mysterious world of magic, there are many things that cannot be observed from a normal perspective.

However, this abnormality is only for the human group. After all, the mysteries of nature are endless, and any magical things can happen.

Soul symbiosis is not a difficult problem to understand, and it is not even difficult to operate, at least for Voldemort.

Parasitism cannot have feelings, and the face generated behind Quirrell's head is just a fake face. To put it more bluntly, it is a flat, magically constructed figure.

What he can see and hear actually comes from his perception of the external world.

Although there is nothing wrong with a soul without physical protection existing in the scattered magic elements, it is not a good thing after all.

But when he gets the magic stone, he can have a body again.

With a light explosion of air, Quirrell disappeared from the room.

Soon after, news of the theft of Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.

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Time jump.

"So, it's quite good for us to live in this place."

The old man polished the watch case at hand. His technique was very skillful, but his wrinkled fingers were extremely flexible. Every time the small blades jumped across the watch case, a hidden magic was engraved on it.

It was an ordinary afternoon.

In a remote alley in Hogsmeade village, a new watch shop suddenly opened. This should have been a very popular thing among students, but strangely, no one came here.

The sound of clock hands ticking could be heard in the store, making it seem like the afternoon was quiet and leisurely - of course, today was another day with no business.

Because the Red Bold Loyalty Curse has been used here.

No one can see this shop, so naturally no customers come.

However, the boss didn't feel impatient at all, he just concentrated on making clocks, but sometimes he would raise his head and say a few words to the old lady behind the counter who was immersed in reading.

Towards evening, an old man wearing black gloves and a coat pushed the door in, sat on the other side of the workbench and chatted with the boss for a while - but their conversation didn't seem pleasant.

After the old man left, Nico Flamel put down his work and shook his head helplessly.

"Dumbledore seems to be about to take action, and he actually thought of using that mirror to protect the Sorcerer's Stone.

If you ask me, just destroy it. Keeping a stone that no longer has much magic power is useless. That Voldemort is also a fool.

However, looking at Dumbledore's anxious look, I'm afraid something new has happened. Has the Dark Lord come out of the tower again?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

The old lady sitting behind the counter raised her finger and flicked Nico Flamel with a blast of air.

"Don't worry about things that you shouldn't worry about. It's up to the young people to take care of their young people's affairs. We are all old guys who are about to be buried. Why don't we just wait here?"

Although she said this, as both gray-haired old people, Madame Flamel was obviously much more energetic than Mr. Flamel.

Maybe it's because I don't have anything to worry about.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"