From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Is there any way to capture Voldemort's wandering soul!" Bascida's eyes lit up and she interrupted Calvin's speech for the second time. "Let me think about it, uniform? Imprisonment? Or binding? No, no, I know too little about the soul."

"Ah, yes, that's it." Calvin scratched his head awkwardly. He didn't expect that the other party was more interested than him.

"What do you think? I mean, you should know more about souls than I do. What do you think?" Bascida quickly entered a state of academic research.

Calvin nodded: "I do have some ideas. I think we can start with magic texts that affect emotions."

"Emotions," Bascida repeated. With a wave of her hand, a book flew from the desk to her. She flipped the pages quickly and soon a sparkling magic text floated out. "Like this?"

Calvin observed the magic text carefully. It was glowing and dancing rhythmically. He closed his eyes and listened carefully, and he could still hear faint cheers.

"Is this joy?" Calvin asked tentatively.

Bascida nodded: "Yes, joy. It also means strengthening, winning and active."

"It's interesting, but I think if you need to imprison Voldemort's soul, this may not be effective." Calvin handed two pages of his experimental notes to Bascida, "The soul has strong reactions to various emotions, even There will be magical fluctuations."

"I guess that the runes representing despair, sadness, numbness and meaninglessness can limit the activities of the soul." Calvin said.

"Despair and sadness?" Bascida finished reading Calvin's notes and tapped her finger twice on the magic book. "Then, try this."

Bascida controlled two more magic words to rise, one gray and one blue.Calvin clearly felt that the magic power of these two magic words was introverted and lazy, and not as energetic as the magic text just now.

"Despair and ashes." Bascida controlled two magic words to float towards Calvin, "See if it works."

Calvin stretched out his hand and touched the two magic words, feeling the silence and coldness in them, and couldn't help but shudder.

"To be honest, Bascida," Calvin decided to tell the truth, "I don't know how much influence these two magic words can have on the soul. In fact, the only piece of research material in my hand has been destroyed. "

"Ah?" The white-haired girl was greatly disappointed when she heard this. "Destroyed? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Then isn't there any way to verify what I said?"

"Well, there is still a way. The mysterious man's soul is wandering in the castle now, possessing his subordinates. As long as he is captured, this research can continue. This is why I came to you. But I only have one chance to take action, if I fail this time, it will be difficult to seize it in the future."

"Calvin," Bascida glanced at him faintly, "you are really good at causing problems."

"How are you going to catch him?"

"Create a new alchemical artifact and control the soul within it."

"You mean storing souls in objects," Bascida seemed to have thought of something, "Why do I feel like I've heard of this thing."

"Horcrux." Calvin didn't shy away from it and gave the answer directly.

Bastida shuddered and shrank unconsciously, "You can't really be studying some dark magic, right? I will report you to Albus."

"It's true," Calvin couldn't laugh or cry, "I've already destroyed one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, otherwise I wouldn't want to capture Voldemort's soul."

"Okay, I believe you for the time being," Bascida said, but her eyes were still a little wary, "But I can remind you that there is a big difference between alchemy products and the magic of making Horcruxes. Can you Making sure his soul is preserved in an alchemical item?”

"I said, I need your help. I want to try to use some magic words that can affect the soul to make alchemical works." Calvin said sincerely. After all, the other person is the real magic text master. Although he is in the NSO exam I got excellent, but the deeper I study, the more I understand the gap between me and the real experts.

Bastida Barblin was the closest master Calvin could find, and the next person he was looking for was another young man who had made a name for himself.

"Then I can only express my thoughts according to your ideas. First of all, I think 'Despair' and 'Ashes' are very suitable to be the main core of alchemy works. I recommend using the balance magic text to connect the two.

Secondly, I suggest using 'cold' and 'nihility' to build two secondary cores on the periphery, and use coordination runes to connect them. Bascida said as she used her wand to draw lines in the air.

Calvin was stunned when he heard this, "Professor Barblin, I didn't expect that you also have profound knowledge in alchemy. I think you should be on the same level as Professor Dumbledore."

"Hehe," Bascida smiled and reopened a bottle of Coke, "There are always some benefits to being older, knowing more things. But I'm just talking, I really don't want to start making it. .”

"How old?" Calvin thought to himself, "I'm afraid you can't estimate her age based on her appearance."

"Can I add the magic text that represents 'accept'?" Calvin thought for a while and asked.

"Ha, 'Accept', it seems that you are really good at studying emotions. Why didn't I think of that? Then you try this?" Bascida quickly sketched another pattern with her wand.

Calvin took out a pen and paper and drew it again, calculated the possibility of success, and then asked: "Is there any magic text related to the name?"

"Is it related to the name?" Bascida was puzzled. "Does this have anything to do with the soul?"

"I want to try it. There is a saying in the Far East: the name is the shortest magic spell. They have an alchemy product there that can have an effect on a person by calling his name." Calvin explained.

"Is this still possible? You can try call and response for the magic words related to the name, but these two magic words are very complicated. Are you sure that the production will be successful?" Bascida looked at the extremely complex core in the air. Pattern, I just feel dizzy.

"Of course, I am a student of Nico Flamel, the youngest alchemist master in the world." Calvin took out a silver mirror from his sleeve and started to make gestures on it.

"Ah, Nico, he is also an old friend of mine." Bascida said with nostalgia as she took a sip of Coke.

"Thank you so much for today, Bascida. This is a Christmas gift for you. I don't know if it will be useful to you." Calvin took out two ancient notebooks and placed them on the small table in front of Bascida's sofa. , "Although I don't know if it will be useful to you."

"Anyway. I'm still very grateful. Few people give me gifts anymore. Most of my friends have left... Hey, this is the magic code of Plato and Socrates. Where did you get it? ." Bascida initially dismissed the gift, but asked in surprise after seeing it clearly.