[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

The potion is there, on the operating table in the refining room of the cellar, inside a long cylindrical transparent tube.Don't think that the potion that restores the most powerful wand in the world is some dazzling pure gold, mithril, or some other rare fairy-like color.In fact, it was a gray liquid mixed with a lot of iron-red suspended powder, which might not be much different from rain falling on a rusty Muggle water pipe.

Mr. Quentin Taylor had read the recipe carefully, authoritatively approving that Severus' new invention was worth testing.

"This invention is enough for you to get another Order of Merlin, Headmaster Snape."

"Really? Principal Quentin Taylor, unfortunately I don't know where your grave is." The black-haired man frowned, sounding nonchalant, "The last Merlin Medal I got by selling Tom is still buried in Deng Next to Principal Bullido's grave, I should perhaps consider placing the next medal next to Principal Taylor's grave, so that people will know that I made this potion with Mr Taylor's help."

So Severus straightened the Elder Wand that Tom threw casually on the table, which Paddy had grabbed and played with several times these days, and tried to piece together its sections carefully, but there was still a small gap at the joint. The piece of wood was gone.The pair searched the room, but found nothing, probably lost when Harry Potter broke the Elder Wand.

Of course they couldn't go back to Godric's Hollow and create another illusion for this piece of wood, and no one knew what illusion could stimulate the elderberry chips that fell from the Elder Wand.Tom shook his head, seeing that the heart of the stick was not exposed, indicating that he gave up.

"That's it." The former Dark Lord who pursued perfection said helplessly.

Severus carefully inserted the ridiculous stick into the potion cylinder.It was suspended there under the buoyancy of the potion, swaying slightly, but the length of the cylinder ensured that it was completely immersed in the potion.Four pairs of eyes widened, watching the reaction of the Elder Wand—they saw nothing for the first two hours, the wand just soaked there, unchanged.It wasn't until the whole morning was about to pass that some iron-red powder adhered to the damaged part of the wand. In the afternoon, more and more powder gathered on the wand and adsorbed there, especially at the interface, forming a hole. Thick rings, like warts on a wounded branch.But on the second day, the process seemed to have stalled again, and on the third day, the ring seemed to show signs of dissipating or absorbing a little.

In fact, the whole repair process lasted a week, like a bent tree branch trying to grow back.In the last two days, the rings of powder gradually disappeared, some of the powder returned to the potion, and the liquid part began to decrease-but the wand did not leave the potion, because the liquid seemed to be sucked into the potion. As if wrapping around the wand, it wrapped around it, forming a translucent pudding-like state.Eventually, the liquid dries completely, leaving only the Elder Wand in the cylinder, covered in iron-red powder.

"It seems to work well." Albus commented on the wand that had once belonged to him. "I don't think it's any different from before. You really deserve another Order of Merlin, Severus."

Severus didn't bother to answer the blue-eyed wizard's words, he was busy pouring the Elder Wand out of the cylinder, and now the surface of the elder stick was covered with residual potions and powders, which were sticky, It's stuck to Severus' hands, and he's trying to rub it off.Tom fiddled with his wand, standing aside, hesitating.

"Should I say 'clean up' to it?"

"Maybe not anymore, I should rinse it first, maybe the wand itself will be cleaned by the spell." The cautious Severus decided to use the traditional method, and he went to the sink to wash the Elder Wand.Then the two wizards took turns holding the wand, tried a few small spells, and made sure it would work now.Then Tom threw three Unforgivables at the cellar wall impatiently, and watched as the lights disappeared into the stone walls.

"How do you feel, gentlemen?" Albus asked curiously.

"It doesn't seem to have any special feeling either," said Tom. "Yes, it feels a little familiar—like the last time I got it, as if it were just an ordinary wand. I don't know, Does it still remember Saint Potter? You know, Albus, I nearly killed Severus for it last time, but I told him I was sorry, even though he was still in a coma. "

"What did you say, Tom? You said sorry to me in the Shrieking Shack?" Severus, who was checking the potion residue, raised his eyes. "Is your brain stuffed with Nagini's snake venom and trolls?" A concoction of Potter's saliva? I'd rather die there than hear the Dark Lord say sorry to the double agent in the Shrieking Shack! Even Albus would be scared back to life seeing something like that."

"Oh, Severus, why don't I make that illusion for you to enjoy, so that everyone can see you after being bitten by Nagini, oh, yes, the way Saint Potter saw you. How much The witch imagined this scene..."

"What about you, Severus? What do you think of the Elder Wand?" Albus interrupted just in time for the two wizards who were about to erupt into another meaningless quarrel.

"I don't know. I've never used this wand. If you would have lent me to try it, I wouldn't be unable to answer today." Severus held the wand, incomparably Carefully inspect the part that was once broken, and carefully bend it.However, even a senior potion master couldn't find any gaps from it. It returned to the smooth and round shape of the past, but there was a small depression at the position where the wood chip was missing.

"I don't think such a small defect in appearance will affect the magic power of this wand, but I am not sure whether the magic power of its core has been weakened." The great alchemist Albus Dumbledore expressed his opinion View.

"Oh, Albus, what a pity, you should have been making these things back then, instead of focusing on how to become a bumblebee. You've wasted all your alchemy expertise..."

"Okay, okay, it works anyway. It would be wise for me to take you guys down to the cellar." Severus turned impatiently to Tom, interrupting him to speak to Ah Bu. Si's portrait continued, "So what are you going to do next? Go to Grimmauld Place and ask Saint Potter to lend you the Invisibility Cloak for a few days?"

"Well, I didn't say that, but it's good if he wants to, I haven't worn the invisibility cloak yet." Tom shrugged, he probably didn't think clearly about his next plan.

"Well, then, Tom Riddle, who has nothing to do," Severus turned to take a stack of parchment lists from the shelf, "before you set out to find Saint Potter and cut off his head, You might as well take the Elder Wand and bring me all these ingredients here, or you'll let Kreacher cook you lunch in the future, and never show up here again."

"You're giving me more and more tasks. I'm going to be busy in the Forbidden Forest for several days, and I have to stay in the Shrieking Shack at night." Tom looked at the list and began to complain.

"That's where you should go and get busy, don't think I don't know what you put in Poppy's raw bones." Severus continued to write more lists, taking time to stare at Tom.

"I just want to keep them from hurting when the bones grow." Tom's words seemed to think that his prank was beneficial.