The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Late at night, stars and the silver moon hung on the black curtain, the sky and the city were silent, and there was still a faint light on the second floor of a villa in Hampstead Gardens on the outskirts of London.

Loren was crouching at the desk by the window, holding a small black mirror with a thin handle in his hand, looking back and forth.

On the silver mirror surface, cracks spread out from the center and covered the mirror surface. Seven water-drop-shaped petals are slightly twisted around the mirror surface. The mirror surface is like the core of a flower. The handle as thick as a little finger serves as a flower branch, with a red gemstone at the end.

Turn it over, and there will be a small bulge on the back of the flower, which is the torus.

Through his strange vision, he could see the scarlet magic light contained in the hand mirror, but Loren didn't see any traces of alchemy and didn't know how to use this mirror.

He didn't find anything strange. Apart from the fact that it withstood a divine blade shadowless spell and magic power, the rest was almost the same as an ordinary antique hand mirror.

Loren recalled the legend Wendell mentioned, "holding a mirror in one hand and a candle in the other, calling Bloody Mary's name."

He took a piece of letter paper at random and tapped it with his wand.

Ripples like water waves surged on the paper. The four corners were quickly folded toward the center, and the new corners were folded toward the center. The whole process did not stop at all. After repeated several times, the thin paper turned into a full-shaped paper. A wrinkled column stands on the table.

Loren held the wand and touched it above the column folded out of the paper, and raised a candle.

A white candle stood on the desk, and the wax melted slowly on the top, accumulating, ready to drip.

Loren smiled with satisfaction, "If Professor McGonagall can see it, it should really add points to my superb transfiguration."

He held up the candle in one hand and the mirror in the other, and suddenly hesitated.

In horror movies, people who seek death will soon get what they want, summon a female ghost or a demon, and then receive a box lunch.

Isn't it a bit unlucky for him to do this?

But Loren was a loyal materialist. He came back to his senses and called out to the mirror: "Mary Stuart, Mary Stuart, Mary Stuart."

After calling Queen Mary I's name three times, Loren stared at the mirror nervously.

The white cracks divided the mirror into countless fragments, and almost no one could be seen. Only three mirror fragments could barely make out anything.

But he looked around and saw only his own handsome face and nothing else.

Loren waited a few minutes, then decided to chant another name: "Lee Kuster, Lee Kester, Lee Kester."

Still nothing, just his reflection in the mirror.

In a normal horror movie, the female ghost would probably get in my face at this point.

Loren was silent for a moment, then changed her name and chanted: "Elizabeth Bathory, Elizabeth Bathory, Elizabeth Bathory."

There are three sources of the legend of Bloody Mary, Mary I, Countess Lee Kester, and a Hungarian Elizabeth Bathory.

Now he called the names of the three people, and nothing happened.

Could it be that he was really damaged by his Divine Edge Shadowless Curse? For some reason, Loren felt a little regretful.

Loren sighed, "It seems I still have to ask Flamel."

He pushed the candle onto the table, and the flame spread along the candle and the wax on the table, rising up on the table. When the whole candle melts into wax, the flame goes out. The wax oil squirmed and aggregated into a regular rectangle, and then turned back into paper.

White and smooth, not even a single crease left.

Loren stood up with the mirror, turned around and collapsed directly on the bed. His other hand reached under the pillow and fumbled to click on the icons in the book of fantasy.

When he opened his eyes again, Loren's consciousness appeared in the bright library inside the book, sitting opposite Flamel.

Flamel held up the book, with a page of parchment floating beside his shoulder. The quill on the parchment was writing something in a flash.

Because of this kind of behavior, Loren always felt that Flamel had his own life and his own way of thinking. When he wasn't being taught, Flamel entertained himself.

Flamel tilted his head and looked at Loren: "Oh, Loren, how about camping?"

Loren nodded: "Camping is nice, but the camping place doesn't seem right."

Flamel understood that there was something serious to talk about, so he threw the book in his hand back and the book flew up. He put the parchment and quill into the book like a bookmark and landed on the bookshelf at the back.

"When I was camping in the Forest of Dean, I was brought into a fantasy world through a mirror... I witnessed—" Loren thought for a moment and said, "I witnessed the legendary origin of "Bloody Mary." "

He reached out and took out a hand mirror shaped like a flower branch. "After I left the illusion, it was in my pocket."

Loren looked at Flamel and spit out a series of questions: "Do you know the legend of Bloody Mary? Nico was from the 14th century, and the legend of Mary was based on the era after him. Mary I was still the Tudor Dynasty. The queen should be impressed, right?"

Loren had already thought about it, and the memory of Nico, an old man's personal experience, was more authentic than all the archaeologists' documents.

"And this mirror, is it broken? Can it be repaired? How to use it?"

"Hey, Loren, come one by one." Flamel stretched out his palm to signal not to worry.

He took the hand mirror and turned it around in his hand to check.

"You should learn to view objects from an alchemist's perspective."

Flamel let go of the hand mirror and let it float between the two of them. The mirror became transparent little by little, leaving only the outline of black lines.

He reached out and fiddled with the gem at the end of the small handle of the hand mirror. Colorful beams of light poured out from the end of the gem, filling the transparent area again.

With a silent tremor, the colorful hand mirror quickly grew in size. Colorful beams of light filled Loren's sight, and the light particles in the beam became the size of a fist.

It turns out that the colorful beams of light flowing on the hand mirror are the flow of light brought together by the magic characters.

Loren stared blankly at the shocking scene in front of him for a while. He blinked and looked at Flamel innocently, "But I'm just an alchemy apprentice now."

"Don't worry, you have enough time to study."

From time to time, Flamel grabbed one from the magic text light flow and held it in his hand to check, "Mirrors are very strange things in the eyes of ordinary people. They are different from things like tables, chairs and benches, and are often given unique meanings. "

"So what's the magic about this mirror?" Loren asked.

Flamel advised: "Don't worry, I'm teaching you to use the thinking analysis of an alchemist."

Loren sat back down.

Flamel continued: "Mirrors are often associated with images of reality, heart, and prophecy. In Greek mythology, Narcissus died because of his narcissistic image, and Venus also had her own mirror,"

"Reality and illusion, heart and desire, these are the meanings derived from the characteristics of the mirror. As for the prophet who sees the future through the mirror," Flamel paused, "now it is replaced by a crystal ball."

Listening to Flamel's words, Loren thought of the Mirror of Erised in Hogwarts, which completely conforms to the two characteristics of reality and illusion, heart and desire.

"So when analyzing the function of magic items, you should combine the imagery and connotation of the items."

Flamel waved his hand to scatter the colorful hand mirrors in the space. "Now, based on your experience and understanding, analyze the function of this hand mirror alchemy item."

Loren began to recall the experience of entering the illusion. After a while, he tried to speak: "The first layer you entered at the beginning is the reflection of reality, and here are the characteristics of reality."

"But the reflection is mixed with illusions. It can create the illusion of the hotel manager and use food to lure me to the second floor. This shows that the mirror can enter my heart or read my memory to a certain extent. This is a false feature. Contains some characteristics of heart and desire.”

"The second layer is the story of Countess Lee Custer. I don't know if this is a real memory or an illusion."

Flamel nodded with satisfaction, "It's very close. This mirror can create a total of three layers of illusion, one layer deeper than the other. The first layer is a real reflection. The user can make small interventions, distortions, and guidance." You enter the second level.”

"The illusion on the second level is a user-led illusion generated by your own mind." Flamel looked at him, "Do you remember it now?"

Loren's eyes widened with disbelief: "You mean! On the first floor, the hotel manager mentioned Countess Lee Custer and the ball, which were all hints to me!"

Flamel nodded and continued his words: "If it weren't for your strong consciousness, you would have entered the second level unconsciously and participated in everything that happened at the dance."

"You may even enter the third level of illusion and face the illusion deep in your heart. This is the most dangerous place. Anything on the third level is a reaction of your consciousness, and every change will have an impact on you."

Loren clicked his tongue.

Isn't this what subconscious suggestion hypnosis does?

psychology?

The end of magic is science?

It's actually still a liberal arts.

Flamel clicked his tongue, "If the user doesn't have any ill intentions toward you, he can forcefully enter the third level to disgust you. You must at least learn memory magic to sort out your thoughts and memories."

Loren retorted, "Maybe I broke the mirror and he couldn't do it."

Flamel shook his head: "As long as you are in the illusion, unless there is a way to wake up, you can't stop him even if you just break the mirror."

Loren asked doubtfully: "I was awake at the time."

"If you are really awake, you will be directly out of the illusion and return to reality, just like waking up from a dream." Flamel said.

The illusion that appears when interpreting the Book of Abraham has a similar structure. Is the solution the same?

Loren put his chin in his hand, thoughtfully, and asked, "If this happens again next time, how can I wake up quickly?"

"Strong will, or death." Flamel explained: "There are two possibilities for death in the illusion, one is to wake up immediately, and the other is real death. When you have no choice, you can take a gamble. .”

This is really good advice.

Loren was expressionless and didn't want to speak. He even wanted to raise his middle finger.

"Being aware of the illusion within the illusion is like realizing that you are dreaming when you are dreaming. Your will will exert pressure on the illusion. Being able to see and attack the real mirror is your consciousness at work. When your consciousness is enough It is so powerful that it can directly crush the entire illusion."

Flamel said: "I believe Albus can do it."

Loren raised his eyebrows, remembering the scene when he got the ritual content in the mole between his eyebrows. When he opened his eyes from the illusion, Dumbledore's wand was on his forehead.

He still doesn't know whether the power of the illusion can only affect him for a short time, or whether Dumbledore broke through the illusion and pulled him out.

Forget it, Dumbledore is a monster, don't worry about it.

"Can this mirror still be used?" Loren was most concerned about this now.

"The magic text of the hand mirror is mainly on the outer shell. It can be repaired by replacing it with a new mirror surface."

"I'll demonstrate it to you." Flamel waved his hand, and the bright library turned upside down, turning the surrounding environment into an alchemy laboratory.

In the inverted hemispherical space, the light was dim, and the black boiler in the center glowed red.

A straight sharp angle appeared in the space, and a pile of messy ores appeared.

"The horn of the unicorn represents reality, the pure white heart, which can carry any illusion, plus some ores to refine the glass." Flamel threw these things directly into the boiler, and then kicked it gently Two feet.

Loren stood watching, always feeling that the alchemist's methods were too rough, similar to those of a Muggle TV repairman.

White steam spurted out, and a pool of steaming, red-colored magma-like liquid flowed out.

After rapid cooling, the liquid turned into irregularly shaped glass, 10 square feet in size, enough to make a dressing mirror.

Flamel dissolved a piece of silver in a clear solution and spread it on the flat side of the glass.

After it is baked on a boiler and dried, a thin layer of silver adheres to the glass, and the glass becomes a mirror.

He applied another layer of protective paint on the silver layer, and then showed it to Loren: "Just cut a piece and set it in place."

Loren blinked: "Very good, so first thing, where should I find the unicorn horn, what are the ores, and what is the magic potion that dissolves the silver?"

"Ore and potions are common things. All you need to find is a unicorn horn, even a small piece." Flamel was very optimistic.

Loren laughed dryly: "That's really easy. When the unicorn pierces my chest with its horn, I should be able to touch it."

Only innocent girls can approach young unicorns, while no one can approach adult unicorns.

Especially after Voldemort hunted two unicorns, the current unicorn community hates all humans.

"Besides that, there is the second thing," Loren said helplessly, spreading his little hands, "Where should I find the boiler."

This matter is even worse. He has noticed the boiler in the alchemy laboratory a long time ago. It looks very high-end at first glance. Building this boiler may be more troublesome than refining a mirror.

Flamel waved his hand easily, "Don't worry about this, wait until you find the unicorn's horn."