A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Under the strict inspection of Nick and Edward, it was finally ensured that the ceremony was foolproof - even if it failed, the cauldron would not explode, and at least there was a chance of saving it.

"Are you ready to memorize?" Nick asked.

Edward took out a large glass bottle from his pocket, which contained a silvery liquid that shone brightly.

"They are all here. I sent people to find a lot of memories from her friends," Edward said. "Of course, I did not forget to obscure the cause of her death. It is enough to let her accept the resurrection."

"Well, it seems you are very experienced." Nick said with a smile.

They had tried human refining experiments in the Middle Ages. At that time, Edward, under the pseudonym Frankenstein, and Nick were conducting human refining experiments in England. Nick refused to conduct such inhumane research in France, so they had no choice but to come to England. , it was the most powerful country at that time, and it was also the most tolerant place for wizards.

The Philosopher's Stone had just been refined, and Edward and Nick were equally obsessed with its magical effects, trying to uncover the secrets of the origin of life.

However, they failed. Of course, it can be said to be successful to a certain extent - they successfully resurrected a human being, but he could not accept the fact that he was resurrected. He went crazy and ended up with a scalpel. own life.

In that era before the Forgetting Curse had been invented, memory was the biggest difficulty.Edward and Nick sealed the experiment.

Hundreds of years passed, and both of them gradually forgot about the human body refining experiment.

If Edward hadn't suddenly mentioned it, I'm afraid Nick wouldn't have thought about human body refining even when he knew the end of his life.

Now everything was ready, and the whole surface of the crucible shone with sparks, as if studded with diamonds.

"Okay." Nick said softly.

Edward nodded and threw the magic stone directly into the crucible. It was a small stone that always shone with a dazzling red light. It was also the last magic stone in the world. With the life of 'poof', the magic stone Completely disappeared into the water.

"It's so nostalgic." Nick looked at the crucible, seeming to recall the time they refined the magic stone together 600 years ago.

"Isn't it?" Edward said, "We paid too much for the Philosopher's Stone."

Nick's expression became painful, and he covered his heart, "If I had known that the Sorcerer's Stone would require so many... so many... lives, I would never have prayed for immortality. "

"It must be admitted that the Philosopher's Stone requires more lives than we imagined." Edward said, "But there is nothing wrong with it. The Black Death's offensive has made our actions very covert, and no one has discovered it until now. Things we do secretly.”

"And, in a way, we end their suffering."

Nick closed his eyes, "I can't forget it, Edward."

"You have paid the price for this." Edward pointed at Nick's body. His body can only be said to be on the verge of immortality. Even the Philosopher's Stone cannot make his body return to youth. In some ways, Said, immortality is more like a curse to Nick.

He wants to watch himself grow old and feel the weakness coming from all parts of his body. Although they can still live for a long time, their body tells them all the time: they are about to die.

thump.

The magic stone sank and made a soft sound when it hit the bottom of the crucible.

"Then there are the bones of the parents, which confirms that the reshaped body is that of Lily Evans."

"Elder, used to create spiritual bones..."

"Devil's Net, strengthens the connection between bones..."

As each magical material gently fell into the crucible, the diamond-like liquid surface burst, hissing, sparks flying, and the liquid turned bright red and blue.

That's right, it's bright red and blue, weird and scary.

"Nick, I think you'd better get here immediately. I can't guarantee that I can protect you."

"No problem." Nick replied very briskly, and almost at the same time he had trotted to the door.

The door was gently closed.

Edward glanced at him, then quickly turned around.

He took out a long, thin, shiny silver dagger from his pocket.

Whether it is refining the magic stone or refining the human body, there is a crucial material that is indispensable, and this is something that Nick never knew - Edward would always get rid of him.

That is blood, Edward's blood, the blood of a powerful Immortal.

To a certain extent, Nick and Perenal are no longer standard human wizards. The elixir they take day after day is made from the magic stone mixed with Edward's blood. Although they Don't know this yet.

Of course, the amount they take is very small, which can barely sustain their lifespan, but cannot completely transform them into half-demon - once too much blood is absorbed, they will definitely explode and die first.

Now, it's time to add blood.

Edward stretched out his right hand, then held the dagger tightly with his left hand, and swung it towards his forearm.

The blood splashed into the crucible like a burst of fire, and the wound healed in just a breath, as if nothing had happened.

"The next step is to wait quietly."

The waiting process was very long, and Edward had to constantly add different raw materials according to the development of the body. This was much more difficult than brewing a potion. Even if Snape was here, he couldn't do it better than Edward. better.

The steam filled the whole room, but it did not affect Edward's vision. He added various medicinal materials at the right time very accurately.

The potion in the crucible also gradually changed from blue to fiery red, glowing slightly.

Three days later, the human form could be vaguely seen inside. Edward estimated the time in his heart. It would take about a week for Lily to return to the world.

"Lily Evans," Edward said softly, "I look forward to the world's reaction when I see you again."

While Edward was experimenting in the basement, Dumbledore was looking sadly at the latest gossip sent by Mundungus in Hogwarts Castle.

On the border of Norway, a young wizard named Tom Riddle suddenly appeared. He used very terrifying methods to summon a large number of wizards. They had attracted the attention of the Norwegian government, but they obviously had nothing to do about it.

The apostles, as they called themselves, seemed to symbolize bringing light back to the European continent, but all they did were horrible things.

Attack Muggles, stir up trouble, launch terrorist attacks...