Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

As Firenze stopped, Harry saw the power of baseball.

A large circular pit appeared out of thin air in the middle of the forest. He was sure that the explosion produced very hot energy, but there were no traces of burning around it.

"Did you just see that? Why didn't it burn?" Harry asked Firenze.

"Because the combustible material is annihilated instantly," Firenze said, "otherwise we have to find a way to put out the fire."

"Well -" Harry nodded thoughtfully, "I have to ask him for a few more."

"Let's go," Firenze said.

"Ah."

Firenze turned a corner and was about to run wildly when the sound of horse hooves came from around him.

Two centaurs emerged from the bushes. They were Ronan and Bain whom Harry had just seen. Their abdomens were rising and falling violently, and they roared:

"Firenze, what are you doing? You let a human ride on you! We centaurs are not mules!"

"He is a Potter boy." Firenze said, "It's very dangerous here. He needs to leave this forest as quickly as possible, although the thing may have been injured."

"Fierenze!" Bain shouted: "We have sworn an oath. The planet has sent out an omen, and we must not interfere with it!"

"Can't intervene?!" Firenze stood up on his hind legs angrily, "Don't you understand why the unicorn died? I must resist the things lurking in our forest. For this, I would rather stand with humans. On the side!"

After speaking, Firenze stepped forward lightly and rushed into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, leaving the other two centaurs behind.

"What was that just now?" Harry asked again. "Also, why is Bain so angry?"

Hearing this, Firenze slowed down but still did not speak.

They walked through the woods for a long time, and finally, when passing through a particularly dense bush, Firenze stopped:

"Harry Potter, do you know what unicorn blood can be used for?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "We only used its horns and feathers."

"The blood of a unicorn can extend your life, even if you are dying." Firenze dug his hooves into the soil under his feet, "But killing a unicorn is a particularly cruel thing. If you do it for your own life, When you slaughter a pure, weak and helpless life, then when your lips touch its blood, you will become a cursed, half-dead life."

"But - it's better to die than live like this, right?"

"Yeah, unless you're just using it to delay your life so you can drink something else, something that will fully restore your energy - do you know what's hidden in the school?"

"The Philosopher's Stone! It's the elixir of life! But I don't understand who it is..."

"Think about it again," Firenze said, "Who has been waiting silently for so many years, holding on to life tightly, waiting for a comeback?"

In an instant, Harry's heart jumped loudly, and he said in a hoarse, dry voice:

"It's Voldemort."

... ...

On Monday, after class, Stone met three little ones.

"Has it been tested?" he asked, "How is the power?"

He waited for a long time last night and still didn't see the vision. He couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep.

"It's very powerful," Harry said. "It saved my life. Without it, I might have died."

"So serious? What happened?" Stone asked curiously.

"I met Voldemort."

"Who?" Stone thought for a while, "Oh - is it that mysterious man? His name is Voldemort?"

"Hiss—" Hermione on the side quickly covered his mouth, "Don't say that name, just call him You-Know-Who."

"Uh-huh."

With his mouth covered and unable to speak, Stone nodded desperately and then took back his right to breathe. He looked at Harry:

"So, V-what did the mysterious man do?"

Harry described to him what happened last night, and at the end, he said seriously:

"Do you still have that baseball? Can you give me a few?"

"Of course, but you have to pay for it. Also, you haven't told me the time of the explosion yet."

"Hey!" Ron on the side said dissatisfiedly, "Harry is in danger, and you still ask for money from him?"

"Can I interpret your words to mean that the price can be increased temporarily?"

You're in danger, you have a lot of money, you need weapons. Fat sheep!

"you--"

"It's okay Ron." Harry stretched out his hand to interrupt him, "It takes about four or five seconds from the beginning to the explosion - so, how much does a baseball cost? How many more do you have?"

"Four or five seconds, I know."

With this data, he has the information about a single delay rune, and he will have a basis for any cool operations he wants to do in the future.

Next, he took out two wild baseballs from his pocket and threw them to Harry:

"One ten gold galleons, just remember to give it to me. If you don't give it, I will stuff this thing into your house."

"If you really do that, I will thank you very much." Harry's face also relaxed a little.

At this time, Hermione next to her also took out her baseball from her pocket and handed it to Harry:

"Here you go, you need it more than I do."

"Thank you."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Stone took out another one and handed it to Hermione.

Then Hermione handed it to Harry with her backhand.

"..." Stone stared at Harry expressionlessly, "Now you owe me thirty gold galleons."

Hearing Stone's words, Hermione took the baseball back from Harry's hand and whispered, "It's okay. I'll give it to you when I get back to Gryffindor Tower."

"Hey -" Stone said helplessly: "I heard you."

Hermione smiled and said, "His life is in danger."

"Okay, okay, it's up to you." Stone waved weakly, "Goodbye, I'm going to eat."

"Wait a moment!"

Harry's voice made Stone turn around again, "Is there anything else?"

"Thirty gold galleons remains the same. Apart from this, there is one more thing." As he said, Harry took out the wooden sign on his waist, "It was also the one that saved my life, but it seems to be broken. Are you selling me a piece?"

The wooden plaque in Harry's hand was the [Helm of Deterrence], but compared to when it first left the factory, the luster on this wooden plaque had disappeared and it had completely turned into a piece of dead wood.

Stone took the wooden sign and inspected it carefully. After confirming that there was indeed no magic power on it, he threw it aside.

Then, he looked at Hermione and asked:

"Will the Rudder of Shock still explode if you use it now?"

Hearing Stone's words, both Harry and Ron looked at Hermione in shock, successfully causing a blush to appear on her cheeks.

"Hate!"

After stamping her feet angrily, she ran towards the auditorium.

"Well, it seems not."

"You owe me thirty-five gold galleons."