Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

As for the second project, let's put it on hold for now...even the Christmas party is still two months away.

A day later, Anriel came to the library.

He immediately spotted the only child among the group of teenagers—

Mascorie came as promised.

It was not until now that Anriel had the chance to take a good look at this nine-year-old alchemy genius.

how to say……

This child had a perfectly normal hairstyle, and his black hair gave Anriel a sense of familiarity...

It was as if he was just an ordinary elementary school student in a boarding school in his previous life. He was inconspicuous among the crowd and there was nothing special about him.

Anriel looked around the kid and found him really interesting.

I have to say that in order to explore the truth, Anriel still admires the fact that he did not hesitate to find a godfather...

"So what is the matter with you Protestants being baptized? I don't know much about this, but you can't admit that I am one, right?"

Anriel asked his doubts.

Maskerri glanced around:

"Do you have... uh... a place here that only you can enter, the kind that's more confidential?"

Oh, just call it the Room of Requests.

Ever since Anriel first studied the Resurrection Stone in the Room of Requirement, no one has been able to enter that place again.

It truly means using a public vehicle for private purposes.

Anriel grabbed the Room of Requirement and instantly refined (crossed out the entire sentence)

But it is not completely banned. Those who go in to hide contraband, or those who get up in the middle of the night like Dumbledore and can't find the toilet, can still use it.

A few minutes later, Anriel brought Maskori to the Room of Requirement.

“This… is a great place!”

Maskrey looked excited, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

"Why? Aren't you a puppet alchemist? Why are you interested in this kind of thing?"

Anriel asked him curiously.

"I really don't understand the principle of this thing, but that doesn't stop me from appreciating it."

Mascori pointed to the door with a serious expression:

"Do you realize that this room reads the memories and thoughts of everyone who passes by it?"

"True, but wouldn't that be possible with Legilimency?"

Mascorie shook his head.

"The essence of Legilimency is to extract your emotions and memory fragments, and the processing they undergo is essentially done by your own mind -

Let me give an example.

You want an apple, which indicates the concept of "want" in your mind, but a non-human object does not understand this concept and may guess it as "rejection" or "rejection" or some other completely opposite concept.

If the Room of Requirement is to work, it must be instilled with a complete set of wizarding common sense."

Maskrey turned to the Room of Requirement and smacked his lips—

“And this is almost completely impossible.”

He paused and shook his head:

"History is full of doubts. Sometimes, I really doubt that those generations of people who have stirred up storms in the long river of time... have they really followed the god of death and left the world obediently?"

He took a deep look at the Resurrection Stone in Anriel's hand, said nothing more, pushed open the door of the Room of Requirement and walked in.

Inside the door, based on Mascorie's idea, it was turned into a raised baptismal pool, and judging by its size, it should be suitable for baptism by immersion.

The face of the statue on the baptismal font was blurred.

Mascori glanced at the statue, and there was no reverence in his eyes... It was clear that he didn't believe in God at all.

Come to think of it, puppet alchemy... it's no exaggeration to say that it is the most blasphemous type of alchemy -

In this line of alchemy, the "human body" itself is the cheapest and most readily available material.

"It should be... like this..."

Maskori fumbled with the edge of the baptismal table, and as if he had pressed a mechanism, the table made a click and something popped out from the side.

"Look, this room is almost 100% restored... the appearance of the family baptismal platform in my memory, even the mechanisms are there."

Maskori showed Anriel what he had in his hand and explained to him.

In his hand he now held a sharp silver knife.

"We don't believe in Muggle gods... sort of.

Because the main purpose of this baptism is to allow you to be recognized by our family's bloodline spell, the steps will change... a lot."

As he spoke these words, Maskrey reached out his hand toward the stone pool and cut his fingers with a knife.

Bright red blood drops fell into the pool, gradually turning the clear water in the stone basin into light red.

It seemed that the amount was enough, and Maskrey twisted his fingers. A small amount of white light passed by, and the wound on the fingertip healed as before.

"It's your turn. About ten or twenty drops will be enough."

Maskre swung the blade, and not a drop of blood was left on it. He handed the clean and sharp sacrificial blade to Anriel.

Anriel wasn't being pretentious, anyway...

Just a few drops of blood.

If it is really possible to reversely deduce Anriel's body structure through these few drops of blood, then the alchemist's ability will not be far from directly creating a second Anriel.

Anriel's blood merged into the light red water in the stone basin, which was strangely reflecting the light.

This thing is definitely not holy water—

If it is used for baptism, God knows what will happen...

I saw Maskeri standing aside with his eyes closed, holding a roll of parchment that he had taken out from somewhere, muttering something... He looked quite crazy.

"What are you doing?"

Anriel asked curiously.

"The baptismal words, just read them out later."

Maskori opened his eyes, unfolded the parchment in his hand, read it through to confirm that it was correct, and handed it to Anriel.

how to say……

Quite blasphemous.

The nine-year-old boy didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this... According to Anriel, this boy didn't believe in religion at all.

"bring it on."

The little boy closed his eyes and knelt down in front of the baptismal platform without hesitation and decisively.

Anriel's mouth twitched, and he stood opposite Maskeri and dipped his hand in the holy...blood in the basin.

He glanced at the parchment in his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched even more, as if he had a sudden cramp...

The little brother is worthy of being the little brother.

This is because both of Mascorie's parents are dead, otherwise it would be a great filial piety.

"My baptismal heir, in the name of the Trinity, I will wash away your sins and bathe you in the grace of the same blood, to prove that you and I are newly bathed blood relatives... Today, you have a father and I have a son."

Lived in Bengbu.

I got a son for nothing, who in my family would understand? !

Anriel closed his eyes and drew a hexagram on Maskri's forehead, and drew two alchemical diagrams with his left and right hands.

He closed his eyes not to pretend, but if he didn't close his eyes, looking at the expression of the little brother below, he was afraid that he would laugh out loud...