[HP] So you are such Anita

The place where this old friend of Dumbledore lives is much more lively than Anita imagined. It seems to be a market for Muggles, and there are people who sell mushrooms, milk, eggs, and suckling pigs along the way. , Anita, the duck seller, read them all.

It is not easy to find such quaint streets and alleys in this age.

Dumbledore took Anita and stood in front of a stone-built house, where a small window was left saying "Today's pancakes are out", Dumbledore seemed to be self-conscious without seeing the notice written on the small window He muttered to the small window, "I have a pair of velvet shoes, and I have a damask dress. I want to wear them, even if I look like a fat man."

This code is very familiar to Anita, isn't it the shameful code of the Velvet Restaurant in Diagon Alley, since she couldn't pronounce this code, she never went there again.

Before Anita could think of anything from it, Dumbledore pulled her and put his hands on the small window sign together. Anita and Dumbledore disappeared in that quaint street in an instant, and appeared in a In a room with all kinds of strange and weird items.

The most conspicuous things in this room are the specimens of various magical creatures, such as mermaids, goblins, salamanders, and even a vampire. Using intelligent magical creatures like vampires as specimens, I am afraid there is something Blood feud.A large planetary movement instrument was hung above the magical creature specimen. Due to Anita's shallow research on astrology, she didn't know if it was an assembled chandelier in the shape of a planet, or a real-time planetary movement simulator.

Where Anita and Dumbledore were standing, there were many magic books piled up. Looking at the gold-plated covers, Anita knew that they must not be cheap, but now they are all randomly scattered like waste paper that does not cost money. It was even trampled into a carpet.In front of them, a thin, gray-haired old man was buried behind a pile of containers filled with green liquid. He was not very enthusiastic about their arrival, and even ignored them.

Dumbledore and Anita stood there for a while, until Dumbledore coughed a few times with his fists clenched, "Old sir, I'll bring Auerbach to take a look at that stone this time."

"Oh, wait a minute, I'm preparing a potion that can make people feel sweet when they eat salt," the old wizard replied without looking back, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Taste-changing potions? That's a great invention," Dumbledore nodded, stroking his beard.

"Oh, no, I'm just mixing a new secret recipe for my pancakes, adding a new taste to the sesame seeds," the old wizard dripped a drop of liquid into the container, and the air was filled with a strange green liquid. Taking a deep breath, he stuffed a handful of sesame seeds into his mouth, showing disappointment, "It's so bitter, I failed."

The old wizard shook his head, and put away the pile of utensils with a wave of his sleeves. Only after the utensils disappeared did Anita fully see the appearance of the old wizard. He was thinner than she imagined, and the white cotton robes on his body looked like It was empty and there was still a lot left, he slowly climbed down from the chair, and finally set his sights on Anita and Dumbledore.

"So it's finally time for that stone to be unveiled?" The old wizard straightened his mind, and said to Dumbledore in a sudden and strange tone, "The world we imagined is coming soon, I'm so glad I can live It’s time to witness that world with your own eyes.”

It sounds like a line from an opera, and the excitement is slightly perfunctory.

"Change will always lead to war. Take it out while the war is happening, and you can fight together, and save a war." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, but still sang along, "The world The current order does not exist, and the future cannot be predicted. This sounds like a disaster, but it is actually a new opportunity. The birth of new things no longer needs to follow the old order. It is good that the stone is now available."

What they were playing, Anita had no idea at all, but she could sense that what Dumbledore was going to show her was something unusual, maybe something that could change the world or something.

Could it be the pancake that changed the world? Forgive her, since she entered this room, her head has been occupied by pancakes.

The old wizard was touched and pulled out from the white cotton robe, and finally took out a necklace with a blue fluorescent stone on it. The old man walked towards Anita tremblingly, and put the stone into her hand with his own hands. He said emotionally, "Then child, the hope of that world is entrusted to you. This is a magical stone that can satisfy all your wishes. You must make good use of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old wizard squeezed his neck and took a few quick breaths, and threw himself into the pile of books next to Anita. Anita swore that she did hear the sound of bones breaking, as crisp as eggs The shell is broken.When she looked down at the old wizard again, he was no longer breathing.

Anita stared in disbelief at the wizard crooked in the pile of books, and then at Dumbledore who stood silently mourning. Such a dramatic unfolding, she had no sense of reality at all.

"Well, there will come a day when the old guy has lived a long time, let's bury him." Dumbledore took off his half-moon glasses, tears streaming down his face.

In this way, Anita came to the back of the stone house in a shocked mood under Dumbledore's command, and dug a hole with a shovel. Every time she dug, she felt that she was being tricked.However, when she looked back at the lifeless corpse she had moved to the hillside, she deeply blamed herself for being cold-blooded. Does the death of an old man bring her only a sense of suspicion that she was tricked? Is the heart made of stone?

The Devon sun shines on Anita's figure. Her shadow ranges from short to long and then dyed red. In the sunset, she puts the old wizard's body into the dug earth pit with her own hands, and then sprinkles it with soil to fill it up. , Dumbledore brought a stone tablet and set it on the mound, and now only the epitaph remains.

"Professor Dumbledore, what should I write on the epitaph?" Anita held her wand and faced the stone tablet in trouble.

"'Here rests here is the alchemist Nicolas', how about writing it like this?" Dumbledore thought for a while and gave a suggestion.

Nicolas?

Anita was stunned. The old wizard who just died was Nicolas?Anita couldn't turn her head back.

While she was still shutting down, a slow and soft voice came from the side of the tombstone. It was also a gray-haired old wizard, but the wizard was a wife instead of a husband.

"It's better to write it as 'friend, do you want to come in as a guest?' It has a better sense of humor." The old lady wrinkled into a ball with a smile.

"No, it can't be written like that. My epitaph should be written as 'Searcher of Truth and Nature-Mr. Nicolemay!', child, this is my epitaph. You have to listen to me." That's what Anita just heard With a hoarse and deep voice, she looked up, and saw the old wizard who had been put into the tomb by her own hands was sitting on his stone tablet, wrinkled into a ball laughing at the setting sun.

Sure enough, she was tricked!

Anita held her wand and wanted to shake her sleeves and leave, but her reason told her that she had to stand here. The person in front of her was Nicolas May who had lived for centuries, and she might know her ancestors. She had to behave The quality and courtesy expected of an Auerbach family.

"Haha, the little guy is angry," Nicole May laughed so hard that he was about to fall off the tombstone, "Okay, stop kidding, let's talk about the stone I gave you just now."

The old guy changed the topic really quickly, and he just covered it up like this for a day after playing tricks on her, but she was also interested in that blue stone, so she could only listen attentively.

"Oh, you don't need to be so serious. I'm not giving a speech. I only have one sentence to explain that stone. It is a stone with magic that anyone can use." After Nicolumay finished speaking , then observed Anita's expression with a little complacency.

Anita understood what Nicolome meant almost instantly, so the adjective "thunderstorm" might not be enough to describe Anita's feelings at the moment.

It's like a seed is slowly germinating, gradually growing into a big tree, and then growing taller, taller, taller, and finally breaking through the shackles of the world, coming to a brand new world, seeing never before The sight seen.

A magic stone that anyone can use!

Anita was skeptical about Faol and Muller's plan before. She carried it out with a pessimistic attitude that the magic would disappear if she didn't do so.

Although they can transform magic items into something Muggles can use, there is an upper limit after all, and the power of magic items is fixed and cannot grow with the efforts of the user. Muggles will not think that power belongs to them , so they will have doubts, panic and resistance.

The lines between wizards and Muggles will blur, but there's no denying that they will remain.

However, stones that can store magic are different. Muggles can do the same things as wizards through magic stones. Magic stones are to Muggles what wands are to wizards.After all, apart from a few geniuses among wizards, most wizards have to use magic wands to cast magic.

In this way, most of the boundaries between wizards and Muggles will disappear, which is enough to usher in a new era of magic.

With such an existence, Anita's heart is very bright. In the new magical era, she seems to be able to see the scene of that world.The choice they made was not wrong. This is a war that wizards will inevitably win. When Muggles can also use magic, she does not believe that Muggles will not be fascinated by it. Maybe it is not their wizards who want to force Muggles to use it It's magic.

No one can refuse magic, when you see real magic.