Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

"Why don't we go back tonight?"

On the shore of the lake at Hogwarts, the kite man was sitting by the campfire and holding his own plate while eating while snoring, and asked:

"Actually, there is no need to wait for that train. We have a flying motorcycle that can fly directly back to the station in London. The speed of the little motorcycle is very fast, much faster than the train."

"That's what it says."

Mason slowly scooped up the rice with a spoon and put it into his mouth, chewing it. He glanced at the blue motorcycle parked by the lake and said:

"But that car doesn't burn oil, Charles, it uses special alchemy oil, and I can't make it now."

"Oh, I got it."

The kiteman nodded immediately.

What the boss means is that the fuel of the motorcycle should be kept for escape in case of danger. This principle is easy to understand.

Then he saw Mason put down the dinner plate, wiped his mouth with good dining etiquette, and threw an exquisite leather bag at his feet.

The kiteman was stunned, picked up the thing, looked at it in front of his eyes, and said:

"Isn't this the magic pocket that Old K hangs around his waist?"

"Yes, a travel backpack with an internal volume of 50X50X10."

Mason picked up the suitcase at hand and explained:

"It's just like what Old K said is a small portable warehouse. The code word to open it is 'hunter', just say it in your heart. It belongs to you. You need the old clothes in it very much now.

Although there may be only us two living people left in this world, it doesn't seem too good for you to be naked all the time. "

"Is this all for me?"

The kiteman was at a loss for a moment.

He looked at the miraculous magic creation in his hand, scratched his head, and said:

"Well, why don't you use it first? You seem to need it more than I do."

"No, I have better ones."

Mason glanced at him and patted the suitcase in his hand.

Obviously, this thing is also a large-capacity storage tool, a relic left by Mr. Harry Potter's father. It is small and retro-style on the outside, but the internal capacity is insanely large.

The information label said that the internal volume of this thing is 500X500X50, which is equivalent to bringing a small manor with you. This capacity is much more exciting than Old K's travel backpack.

The most powerful thing is that this seamless extended item made by the world's top alchemists and tailors can be freely planned by the user's internal structure.

In other words, as long as Mason is willing, he can really build himself a small villa in this suitcase that only he can freely enter and exit.

But this is far from the limit that wizards in this world can achieve.

At least Mason knew that there was once a great wizard who built a complete "small ecosystem" in his suitcase and domesticated at least a few hundred magical animals in it.

"Then I won't be polite."

The kiteman smiled.

He tied the rucksack to his belt and played with his "new toy" like a brat. The contents of the rucksack had been checked by Mason.

Old K was really poor, except for the alchemy notes he left behind, some pharmaceutical materials and enough bullets, there were only a few changes of clothes left.

"We'll distribute the loot when we get back, okay?"

Mason said something.

But the kite man shook his head and said to him:

"No, you did all the dangerous things, and I basically didn't help. The magic fur coat and this bag are enough to surprise me.

Besides, we're going to Gotham and I can't move freely.

Don't forget that Old K brought me out of Black Gate Prison, and I'm still an escaped prisoner. "

Mason also shook his head, he said:

"Fairness is the rule. It's not a question of whether you want it or not! Don't forget that I was once a member of a gang, and I know how to do things."

"Then. Whatever you want."

The kite man shrugged his shoulders, glanced at the suitcase in Mason's hand, picked up his own gun and moved his body, saying:

"I'll take a look around and digest food by the way."

After speaking, he turned and left.

He obviously knew that Mason was going to examine the contents of the box, so as a younger brother, it's better not to be curious at this time.

This guy who followed the clown is really good at life.

Thinking about it, the guys in the clown's gang who don't know how to behave must have been thrown out to feed Batman long ago.

After taking a few bites of food, Mason reached out to open the black suitcase in his hand. Because the spell of seamless extension was not activated, all that appeared in front of Mason's eyes was an ordinary layer of sundries.

The first thing that catches the eye is a few irregular blood-red translucent crystals in a dark green jewelry box.

The moment he saw this thing, Mason held his breath.

He knows what it is.

The moment he touched this thing, a large piece of garbled text suddenly appeared in front of the young man's vision, and finally converged into a line of prompts two seconds later:

Get in touch with high-level alchemy creation analysis.

Name: Ancient Alchemist's Stone / Philosopher's Stone / Nicole Flamel's Sorcerer's Stone

Quality: legendary alchemy creation · perfect craftsmanship

Traits: Matter Transformation · Low-level Reality Alteration · Immortality · Magic Contact · Broken Remnant

Effect: Holding the Philosopher's Stone can greatly prolong the user's natural lifespan and thinking degradation, but it cannot delay mental exhaustion.

When using the magic stone as an alchemy medium, it will greatly improve the quality of alchemy products.

The potion of "immortality" can be made when using the magic stone as an alchemy raw material and has a complete formula.

When the alchemy reaches Lv2 or above, the magic stone can be used as an alchemical medium to purify the quality of creations or change the physical and magical properties of various materials.

When alchemy reaches Lv4 or above, you can use the magic stone as an alchemy matchmaker to increase the chance of making "precise craftsmanship" alchemical creations.

When alchemy reaches Lv6 or above, you can use the magic stone as an alchemical matchmaker to increase the chance of making "perfect craftsmanship" alchemical creations.

When alchemy reaches Lv8 or above, use the magic stone as an alchemy matchmaker and hold a complete production formula, it will be possible to produce "legendary quality" alchemical creations.

When alchemy reaches Lv9, you can try to analyze the production principle of the Philosopher's Stone and record the production formula.

Producer: Nicole Flamel

Item description: A priceless treasure for alchemists and all those who pursue immortality!

important hint:

The Philosopher's Stone has been broken by external force. Although its fragments will not affect the value of the Philosopher's Stone itself, it can no longer be restored to its complete form.

Therefore, when they are used as alchemy catalysts, they will be consumed as the number of uses increases, so please use them properly.

Mason put a blood-red fragment of the Sorcerer's Stone in front of his eyes, and the next moment he looked around vigilantly, not because he didn't believe the kiteman's grateful heart at this time.

The main reason is that this thing is too hot to touch.

Old K came to this world just for this thing. According to him, there has always been a bounty task to find the Philosopher's Stone in the Stars Club, but no one has been able to find it.

This shows that even in the Constellation Society, which has great powers and can wantonly travel across the world to plunder treasures, the Sorcerer's Stone also belongs to the category of "treasures".

Mason's current knowledge is not enough to use this thing, except that he can live forever by wearing it. But the young man is only 17 years old now, and even if he includes his previous life, he is only in his forties. It is obviously too early to think about this issue.

So he carefully closed the jewelry box of the Philosopher's Stone, activated the box's traceless extension spell, and threw it into the bottom of the box to hide it.

Mason patted his face to calm himself down.

Mr. Potter put the Philosopher's Stone in the box before he died must have his intentions, and the young man felt that he needed to read on.

Maybe it can unravel the truth about the doomsday of the world?

The other things in the box are much inferior to the broken Philosopher's Stone, but it is natural that it can be put together with the Philosopher's Stone, no matter how bad it is.

For example, the Elder Wand that was broken into three pieces on the side.

This thing is the last piece of the Deathly Hallows, and it is also the most damaged. The character card cannot give a specific label, but it is marked that it needs to be enchanted Lv8, inscription Lv8, and jewelry processing Lv8 to repair it.

In addition, there are two books in the box, one large and one small, both in the style of traditional magic books, with metal covers and locked with black chains.

Mason picked them up and took a look, and found that they were Grindelwald's and Voldemort's magic books, which respectively recorded the Encyclopedia of Dark Witchcraft and the research on Horcruxes.

Mason wasn't a wizard and wasn't going to be, so this valuable knowledge meant little to him.

He continued to rummage, and found a palm-sized diary in a folded blood-stained lady's coat, wrapped with a red ribbon, which looked quite delicate.

This is Mr. Potter's diary, and it is the only evidence that can solve the mystery of the end of the world.

"Snapped"

Just when Mason opened the diary, something fell from the diary and hit the box in front of him, making the young man blink his eyes and pick it up.

A golden old-fashioned key, which is very exquisitely made and full of the heavy feeling left by the years and time, the character card gives it a unique label:

Key to the Principal's Office

Creators: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw

Effect: Safely open the door of the principal's office without triggering any counter magic

Item Description: Find the door, insert the key in, then open the door to get things and leave. How hard can this be for an adventurer?

"So, the principal's office should still be intact."

Mason held the golden key and glanced back at the ruins of Hogwarts in the center of the lake in the night behind him. He played with the key and thought to himself:

"That place is hidden somewhere in the ruins. Unfortunately, I'm already too tired, otherwise it's really worth looking for. Forget it, let's talk about it next time."

Lying by the campfire, the young man made himself comfortable with a pillow on his knapsack, and held Mr. Porter's diary before him in a mood to unravel the mystery.

The handwriting on the first page is very messy.

Definitely not something that a respected wizard could write, and the scattered notes seemed to prove that Mr. Potter was already in a very bad situation when he wrote this thing.

"Hermione is dead."

This first sentence made Mason's eyes round, and he couldn't wait to look down:

"Before my eyes, she was pinched together by the red light from the sky and the shattered earth, and most of the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were destroyed together with her.

We are not opponents at all, and we are defeated.

And there is only one enemy

Ms. McGonagall was right in guessing that the disaster was man-made.

As I write this I have just fled back to my alma mater from the battlefields of the Ministry of Magic, and I am waiting for Hagrid to escort the young wizards to join me.

Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has come to our aid at this dire time, but communication with the other houses and the Ministry has been completely cut off.

I don't know if the whole world is okay, but I doubt it very much.

But what I'm most worried about now is whether we still have that chance to survive the apocalypse.

The pen in my hand is trembling, I can feel the magic power and energy around the academy gathering abnormally, the sky is gloomy, this is a bad omen.

There is not much time left.

If anyone can see this diary, please remember that this zombie apocalypse was triggered by the dark things that the "destroyers" hid all over the world in advance.

They also attacked major governments at the same time, as I witnessed Buckingham Palace being razed to the ground by a black storm falling from the sky.

The weapons of ordinary people are as weak against them as our magic. I have seen at least thirty Kedavra curses penetrated into the red light without harming the opponent in the slightest.

While I was fleeing, the common man's military was already preparing to use nuclear weapons.

I know that's counterattack in desperate situations, but I'm pessimistic about the effectiveness of this weapon.

I can't guess the mental state of the Destroyers, but I know that they have planned. Today's destruction is not the beginning, it means that everything is over before we react.

The virus is still going around, and my wife, Ginny, told me that she worked on that virus with common people biologists.

That thing will actively search for all life and infect it, and our current magic and technological means cannot decipher its secrets in a short period of time.

As for the infected, they died when they were infected.

What survived was just a shell used to do evil, and now I feel particularly uncomfortable in my lungs maybe

God, here she is! As the black storm and sun lightning descended like a god, I saw the Ravenclaw tower crushed like a sandcastle.

I see the light in her eyes.

She won't let us go like killing a nest of mice.

Ironically, in the last moments of my life I was reminded of those beautiful days instead.

Especially when I saw Hermione die with my own eyes, I suddenly felt that I should have been braver back then, instead of being fooled by the stupid blood theory. That might be a bit of a disgrace to Ginny and the kids, but whatever.

We are all going to die.

Ah, Shakespeare has described the end of his imagination countless times, but I guess the great poet must have never seen the end with his own eyes.

If it weren't for our imminent destruction, I would have commented that the scene was truly spectacular.

The end is here, right before my eyes.

The whole world is darkened, and all hope is extinguished at this moment.

Maybe the shattered Resurrection Stone had a strange reaction in my heart, but anyway, I saw Dumbledore and Snape, my parents and Sirius, and a laughing Hagrid behind them.

Ms. McGonagall also likes being a cat at this time.

Well, Miss Knowles, is that you?

don't worry.

You are just one step ahead.

I'll just follow."

The writing in the diary stopped abruptly at this moment, like an unending movie that made people feel uneasy. Mason closed the diary, his face was not calm under the light of the fire.

He found the answer.

But it didn't make him feel the slightest satisfaction.

In a mess, he leaned against the tree trunk, and after nearly an hour of silence, he fell asleep shrouded in exhaustion. And at the beginning of this dream, on the tower of Gotham City, Mason saw the doomsday described by Mr. Potter as soon as he opened his eyes.

A black storm rolled across the sky, and a dazzling sun fell from the sky.

In the distance, everything was barren, and there were pale skeletons piled up under their feet. Their black eyes looked at him, and they surged up like a lake, drowning the young people who couldn't break free.

Mason shouted anxiously in his dream.

Where is the master? Where is Dachao? Where is Wonder Woman?

Haven't you seen the end of the world?

Everyone, please help me.