Alchemy Black Technology at Hogwarts

Chapter 102
"Sometimes, I can't help but wonder if our sorting method is a bit biased."

Dumbledore waved his wand, weaving many silver lights, and using them to wrap around Peter Pettigrew.

His vigilant attitude gave William a sense of déjà vu as if Dumbledore had encountered this situation before and was tricked.

"When I was still at Hogwarts, Peter gave me the impression that he was not as brave as he wanted to show. He followed Potter and Black, always watching them making trouble and mischief with envy, and treating them as Worship as a hero."

Dumbledore sighed for a long time, a regretful expression appeared on his old face.

"But it actually has nothing to do with which house he is assigned to, does it? He will still follow other Potters and Blacks, coveting honors that don't belong to him."

William retorted.

"But didn't you also refuse to go to Slytherin?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was waving his wand and pulling out many small things from the robe worn by Peter the Dwarf.

"That's why I say that."

William shrugged.

Whether he was in Ravenclaw or in Slytherin, there was no difference in what he wanted to do, only the people he knew were different.

"The idea of ​​so much stuff being crammed into a single mouse is just incredible magic."

William looked at the things that fell on the ground and said.

Animagus' body transformation can not only turn the wizard himself into an animal, but also hide everything he originally carried on his body.

This gave him the feeling of touching a box and dropping it:
A tattered old wizard robe that had been worn, probably from Madam Malkin's shop.

A few peppermints and a chocolate frog, which he stole from some unlucky student's inventory.

A small leather bag about the size of an ordinary person's fist, tied with a dark rope.

"Of course, the traceless extension spell."

Dumbledore tapped the small pocket with his wand, and easily untied the rope that served as a seal, but the inside of the pocket was empty.

"It smells like blood, as if some kind of meat has been stored."

He lowered his head, smelled the smell left in his pocket and said.

"So Peter Pettigrew takes meat from the Forbidden Forest every night and brings it back to the castle?
But what kind of meat is this, and who is he going to give it to? "

William thought of the blood mist that sprang from Quirrell's body after his "death", as if he had been hiding in the Forbidden Forest.

Of course Peter Pettigrew would not be eating it himself, otherwise Gryffindor would have spread rumors of "man-eating mice" that are full of slots no matter how you think about it.

"Of course we have no way of knowing."

Dumbledore shook his head. He had already stripped Peter Pettigrew of everything, but found nothing worth paying attention to, so the white wizard turned his attention to Peter Pettigrew.

"Sever. (Cut open)"

Along the left cuff of the shirt all the way up, cutting all the clothes on the way, they soon found the black Dark Mark, "Sure enough", William thought.

Not only that, he found that the skin on Pettigrew Peter's body had turned black strangely, just like Quilinus Quirrell back then.

The closer to the heart, the darker the black color, and the surface of the skin presents a rough feeling similar to leather.

"Very nefarious body modification."

Dumbledore's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

His wand continued to advance towards Peter Pettigrew's heart, "Careful, the last time Professor Snape did this, Quirrell turned into a bomb", William reminded.

Peter Pettigrew's chest is hairy and fat, and exudes a rancid smell. Combined with the black and rough skin, it makes people feel inexplicably disgusting.

"Fuck."

The beautiful C language blurted out.

William saw Peter Pettigrew's heart, where there was no skin, flesh or bone left, but it was not a void.

A small clock with a strange shape occupies the place where the heart used to be. It presents a strange half-flesh and half-metal state. Many blood vessels are connected to the surface of the clock, and black dirty blood is slowly being pumped to Peter Pettigrew. Body.

"The Necronomicon of Gerodius."

Dumbledore said with a serious expression.

It is a very important symbol in necromancy.

"After suitable rituals, a necromancer can piece together a false personality that inherits part of his own will, and this clock is its carrier."

Dumbledore introduced with a dignified expression.

After hearing about Quirrell's strange performance, he consulted a large number of ancient books to learn about this very special black magic. Unfortunately, this kind of knowledge is often only passed on between wizards and his apprentices.

"Can necromancy be used to create personality?"

William keenly captured the key words.

Transfiguration can create sane, self-acting creatures, but that is ultimately only a partial extension of the wizard's own will.

He remembered that in the original book, the car of Arthur Weasley's family inexplicably possessed a personality, and could move on its own initiative, completely out of the wizard's control.

"But how is that done?"

William has been thinking about this question.

If artificial intelligence with even a partial personality could be created by magic, many of his ideas would have a chance to come true.

"I don't know. But if you're interested, maybe you can ask that friend of ours. I'm sure it won't be long before we have a chance to actually meet him."

Dumbledore replied with a smile.

"He's already aware that Pettigrew has been captured by us, or at least something is seriously wrong - which will force him to start the plan earlier.

No matter what that is, or how sure it is. "

The White Wizard explained.

A chance of success is better than no chance at all.

On Peter Pettigrew, they didn't find anything that could be used for communication, which meant that the person who held Peter Pettigrew must have a way to perceive his situation.

"There won't be much time left, neither for us nor for Voldemort."

William realized.

Dumbledore obviously stored the Sorcerer's Stone in the small corridor on the fourth floor, but Voldemort also knew that Dumbledore just wanted to lure him to challenge there.

The haughty Dark Lord would naturally rise to the challenge.

This is a game between two old friends.

"Professor Lupine will go and block all the passages to Hogsmeade in the castle, leaving only the one under the Whomping Willow - I trust you to keep it safe."

Dumbledore patted William on the shoulder.

"I will do everything I can think of to deal with it, but we all know that if he really decides to do something, keeping my energy involved will definitely be the most important prerequisite for him to formulate a plan."

"And he will succeed."

William added.

Dumbledore is the most powerful white wizard in the world, but because of this, he has fatal flaws:
He is a bright card.

"If... no, I believe you will naturally understand what to do by then."

(End of this chapter)