Reborn at Hogwarts

During the month spent in Nurmengard, Ivan learned a lot from Grindelwald.

In addition to some necessary skills about the avatar technique, Ivan summed up some valuable information.

The most important are of course those related to Paracelsus and the Philosopher's Stone.

According to Grindelwald, when he was young, he fanatically yearned for the Deathly Hallows. Paracelsus, who was also interested in this, launched a series of cooperation with him, and used the "Sage's Stone" as a The core performed a magical ritual.

During this ritual, Paracelsus fell into a month-long sleep, during which time he began to age rapidly.

After waking up, not long after, he analyzed the existence of "magic power" and proposed the concept of "incarnation technique".

If you think about it carefully, there are many hidden doubts in it.

"You have to understand one thing first, Ivan." During the study break, when Ivan asked about this matter again and raised doubts, Grindelwald replied, "In this world, there is no true A 100% mutual trust relationship, including your parents, they also have some little secrets that they don’t want you to know, don’t they?”

"But you were partners at the time." Ivan questioned, "In this case, he will not hide some key issues that will affect the results of the experiment from you."

"I don't think you have listened carefully to what I told you at the beginning." Grindelwald said, "After that experiment, I had given up chasing the Deathly Hallows and God of Death, and started turning my eyes I turned to a greater goal. Therefore, my cooperation with Paracelsus had actually ended at that time, and the research on incarnation was a long time later."

Ivan admitted that what Grindelwald said made a lot of sense.

"But you must have your own guesses, don't you?"

Grindelwald smiled.

"I also figured it out after parting ways with him." He said, "Paracelsus may have thought that what he did could hide it from me... Well, it did take a while, but soon I knew I figured it out. But at that time, I had lost interest in Deathly Hallows and Grim Reaper, so this matter was let alone."

"Okay, okay, but can you not be tricky?" Ivan responded perfunctorily to Grindelwald twice, but he was thinking that the old man was still so proud in his bones after so many years—or arrogant, Pa La Celsus is also an old monster who has matured himself, what's the big deal if he can hide it from you?

Grindelwald's eyeballs rolled, and Ivan knew that the old man must have guessed his inner thoughts, but he didn't show any displeasure, and just asked a question: "Do you know the Pensieve?"

"The Pensieve?" Ivan was stunned for a moment, of course he knew the Pensieve, which is an extremely important prop in the original book, Dumbledore had one there, but usually he would not take it out, "It can be repeated Magic props that reveal memory, pour memory into it, and you can see the pictures of the past."

"A very interesting gadget." Grindelwald shrugged. At this time, his expression suddenly changed to that of a child who was watching someone being tormented by his own prank. "Numengard has limited conditions. , I hope you can adapt."

"What--"

Ivan immediately knew what Grindelwald was going to do.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in Grindelwald's pale right eye.

The next moment, Ivan found himself standing in a spacious but dark room. There was a floor-to-ceiling window on the left. There was no sunlight outside the window, and there was no light as if covered by thick fog. There was only a wriggling darkness, as if there was Something is lurking in it.

Ivan just glanced at it but didn't dare to look any further, and hurriedly looked away.

There were two men standing in the middle of the room, and Ivan recognized at a glance that the one standing at the back was Grindelwald. At that time, he was still very young, with shoulder-length blond hair, and his handsome and unusually handsome face. Full of tension.

The other person was much older, already a middle-aged man, wearing a weird robe, with a few small bottles hanging nondescriptly on the belt around his waist, which swayed from side to side with his movements.

An extremely profound and complicated alchemy ritual array was drawn on the ground in front of them with bright red paint. The red color seemed to flow, emitting a strange light under the gaze of the two of them.

A crimson stone was impressively placed in the center of the ritual array.

It's Paracelsus...

Ivan immediately realized the identity of the middle-aged man.

So, where is Grindelwald's memory?

How did he do that? Ivan was a little dazed.

Didn't use the Pensieve, and didn't take out the memory, just took a look at him, and pulled him directly into his memory?

This old man, looking sickly and dying, did not expect to retain this level of strength... No, this should not be achieved by relying on personal strength, he has a very deep understanding of memory magic...

"Be careful, you can back off another two meters."

Ivan heard the middle-aged man, that is, Paracelsus speak.

From this angle, I couldn't see his expression, but Ivan could hear a trace of tension in his voice.

Hearing this, Grindelwald nodded silently, and took a few steps back.

Paracelsus let out a soft breath and rubbed his hands together on his chest.

Ivan didn't see clearly what he did next. In just two seconds, a cold wind suddenly blew in the room. In the blink of an eye, a glare of bright light erupted from the crimson stone in the center of the ceremony. Grindelwald, who had already stood next to Ivan, seemed to have received a huge shock. He flew backwards and hit the ground heavily. There was no sound on the wall.

Perhaps because he was in the memory, Ivan didn't feel any impact, but squinted his eyes stimulated by the strong light. He didn't look at Grindelwald who was struggling to get up again, but hurried forward a few steps, trying to get close to Paracelsus in the center of the alchemy circle.

The alchemist seemed to be frightened by this sudden and strange situation. He squatted down at a loss, trying to cancel the ceremony, but the Philosopher's Stone, which was the center of the ceremony, shook at this moment, and burst out from the crimson surface. There were several conspicuous cracks, and a piece of gravel the size of an eyeball fell off from it.

Paracelsus hastily stretched out his hand to grab the piece of gravel. The moment he turned around, Ivan clearly saw that a black spot was rapidly expanding in the center of the alchemy circle. It swelled to the point where it almost filled the room.

In the black spot, no, maybe it should be said to be a black hole. In the center of the black hole, a wide stone bridge loomed, and at the end of the bridge was a huge indescribable shadow.

"This is--"

Ivan almost exclaimed, the next second, his eyes went dark, the room, the stone bridge, the shadow, and Paracelsus all disappeared, and the wrinkled Grindelwald sat on the stone bed and watched how is he?"

"There is..." Ivan looked at Grindelwald in shock, regardless of the discomfort of being forcibly pulled out of his memory.

"If there are no accidents, it should be the kingdom of the dead." Grindelwald said lightly, "I guess, during the month of Paracelsus' coma, his soul wandered there and gained some ……benefit."

"But how did he—"

In the middle of speaking, Ivan stopped, he already knew the answer.

"The Philosopher's Stone, as you often call it, the Philosopher's Stone." Grindelwald said, "Maybe it's because of its nature, or it may have resonated with the ceremony-but it is basically certain that the key lies in the stone of the Sage." on the stone."

"So, let's get back to the point." Grindelwald said, "If the guess is true, then the source of the magic of incarnation is likely to be in the kingdom of the dead connected by the Philosopher's Stone. In other words, if you Persist in continuing to learn this magic, and it is very likely that you will encounter some things beyond ordinary people's imagination in the future—after all, except for that old guy, none of us have been to the country of the dead, have we?"

"If you're willing to quit, I can teach you something else. If you still want to continue, then—I have a clue to the broken Philosopher's Stone, maybe you can use it later Go to the country of the dead and take a look."

...

Recalling what Grindelwald said, Ivan couldn't help but sigh.

If not... Do you think I really want to continue learning this stupid magic?

He spread out his palm and carefully looked at the ring in his palm.

How can the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, which once passed through the Kingdom of the Dead and has lost its magic power, regain its original power?

Is it possible to really find a way to "borrow" Nicole Flamel's Philosopher's Stone to study it?

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