HP Approaches the Magical World

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

But this abnormality is only for the human group. After all, the mysteries of nature are endless, and any magical thing may happen.

Soul symbiosis is not an incomprehensible problem, or even a practical difficulty, at least for Voldemort.

Parasites don't have feelings, and the face generated behind Quirrell's head is just a fake face. To put it bluntly, it is a flat, magically formed figure.

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

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

But when he gets the Philosopher's Stone, he can have his body again.

With a light explosion, Quirrell disappeared from the room.

It wasn't long before news of the theft from Gringotts spread throughout the wizarding world.

...

time jump.

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

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

It was an unremarkable afternoon.

In a remote alley in Hogsmeade Village, a new watch shop suddenly opened. This should have been a very popular event among the students, but it was strange that no one came here.

The sound of clocks and clocks ticking in the store made it seem that the afternoon was quiet and leisurely - of course, today is another day without any business.

Because the red courage and loyalty curse has been used here.

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

But the boss didn't feel anxious at all, he was just concentrating on making clocks and watches, but sometimes he would raise his head and say a few words to the old lady behind the counter who was buried in her book.

When it was almost evening, an old man with 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—however, their conversation didn't seem to be pleasant.

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

"This guy Dumbledore looks like he's about to start moving, and he actually thought of using that mirror to protect the Philosopher's Stone.

If you want me to say, just destroy it, and keep a stone that has no magic power for nothing. That Voldemort is also a fool.

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

"What does it have to do with you?"

The old lady behind the counter curled her finger and flicked Nicole Flamel with a blast of air.

"Don't worry about the things you shouldn't care about. Young people should do their young people's affairs. We are all old guys who are about to die. Isn't it good to wait here honestly?"

Although this is the case, as a gray-haired old man, Mrs. LeMay is obviously more energetic than Mr. LeMay.

Maybe it's because there's nothing to worry about.

"makes sense."

Nicole Flamel lowered his head again and continued to make this alchemy item. If there is no accident, his lifespan is about one or two years. He plans to give the real "Time Turner" to Manufactured.

It's not the kind of defective products used by the wizarding world that can only fool children, but a real legendary alchemy item that can invoke the rules of time, or the relics of gods.

A relic of the gods made by himself.

Unfortunately, he has failed many times.

In this watch shop, all the clocks on display are defective products made by him.

These clocks, from big to small, without exception, can keep the absolute accuracy of time, but they cannot be set back.

Because there is no need to calibrate the time like ordinary clocks, the cases of these watches are very bright, or there are some special designs on them-that is the design from Mrs. Lemay.

This witch who is reading obviously has an extremely high level of art, and what hangs on this witch's neck is the piece that is closest to the ideal "Time Turner" among all the works so far.

It was a silver-gray pocket watch.

It has been a few years since this pocket watch was made. From the thin marks on Mrs. LeMay's neck, it can be seen that it is by no means a light object. The pocket watch case is not inlaid with any gorgeous gems. Or other objects that store magic.

Instead, a pair of delicate bird heads are carved.

It doesn't look like a phoenix, but it looks like a peacock's head, with feathers on the left and right sides, but the strange thing is that the pair of bird heads are entangled with their slender necks, which looks like some kind of black magic.

Even if it didn't reach the breathtaking level, it wasn't some simple magic.

After all, they are wizards who have lived in this world for six hundred years, and what they understand is beyond the imagination of most wizards in this world.

After talking to her husband, Madame LeMay's interest in reading was completely interrupted. She reached out to hold the pocket watch, flipped the cover skillfully, and looked at the dial inside.

This is an activity. Observing the stable direction of this work can help them complete the next better work.

The hands were still moving steadily, but those ticking sounds sounded like death knells to Madame LeMay's ears.

Although she is not afraid of death, after living for so many years, death is no longer a problem that bothers them.

but……

"Today's pocket watch seems a bit different?"

Madame Flamel frowned. She was indeed old, and sometimes her thinking was not quick, but after thinking about it carefully, if there was something wrong, there was still no problem.

It seems that time has slowed down a bit?

Mrs. Flamel couldn't remember what time it was, but although there were so many clocks in the room, like this one with a second hand in her hand, there were not many who could determine the time in an hour and a half.

She was about to stand up and go across the counter to look at the precise clock, but just as she stood up, she suddenly heard the bell ringing as the door opened.

The witch turned her head, just in time to see a young boy walking through the door.

"Excuse me, is there anyone?"