Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

It seems that there must be a certain law of conservation of energy in magic, just like the law regarding food - no magic can create food out of thin air, and the magic that house-elves usually use to make food appear out of thin air is just a kind of transfer magic, moving food from the kitchen to the plate on the dining table.

This theory also applies to the Philosopher's Stone.

When she took the Philosopher's Stone away for a long distance, the stones that had been turned into gold returned to their original state. Perhaps this was the reason why the Flamels were not extremely rich. These stones that were made into gold could at most deceive the Muggles nearby - and the Flamels probably did not do so.

I think the elixir of life made with the Philosopher's Stone works on a similar principle.

Amanta had seen photos of Nicolas Flamel in newspapers and some old books. All the photos were almost the same - either he wore a hat, or his forehead showed a high hairline, and the lower half of his face was covered by a thick white beard, and his face was full of wrinkles. Even if Dumbledore's photo was placed next to it, Dumbledore would look a lot younger.

At this moment, she suddenly understood the choice of the Flamel couple.

Although he had achieved immortality in the true sense, his body had aged beyond recognition - this was probably the reason why Flamel had made no further achievements since he created the Philosopher's Stone that shocked the world.

After living for several centuries with an old body dragging its head, immortality may not be as blissful as everyone imagines.

Amanta played with the inconspicuous little stone in her hand, looking down at the large crucible on the walnut table, where wisps of steam were coming out of it. The next batch of hair potion requested by Mrs. Primpeneil was rolling there, and she couldn't help but sigh slightly.

It seems that I will have to continue my part-time job as a beauty pharmacist for the time being.

Ever since they came out of the Room of Requirement that day, Amanta, Draco and Harry have been spending most of their time in the school library outside of their class schedules.

In order to find a spell that could effectively block out the dark arts, they even sneaked into the restricted area several times while Madam Pince was taking a nap.

Fortunately, although books on black magic are difficult to borrow - whether it is difficult to find, or one must always be vigilant to see if there are strange magic cast on the books, or if some predecessors have left some little pranks behind.

But when it comes to defense against the dark arts, there are a vast number of books available in the library.

The only problem is that there are so many related spells that they are not sure which one will work.

Harry was so enthusiastic about this that he simply copied all the relevant records and spells on parchment.

Compared to Harry, Amanta was less interested. Now that she had already seen the appearance of the Ravenclaw crown, her next plan was to simply dismantle and destroy it.

Even the numerous obstacles set up by Voldemort are nothing to be afraid of in front of the basilisk's fangs, right?

After destroying the crown, the Horcrux, it would be easy to remove the gem on it.

The only moment she had to wait was to present the tiara in front of Harry.

Fortunately, Harry's speed did not disappoint her.

Three days later, Harry couldn't wait to announce his results.

"Amanta, Draco, I think we are ready to bring out the tiara."

In the Room of Requirement, Harry stretched out his hands wearing dragon-skin gloves and hung a strange locket on his chest, saying so.