The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Moriarty opened the door and walked into the secret room. He saw parchment covering half of the floor, dozens of wand covers hanging in the air, and Nico Flamel was leaning on the couch alone.

"I have to admit I lost, Moriarty."

Nico slightly turned his body, glanced at Moriarty and said with a smile: "For about four hundred years, the word 'lose' has not come out of my mouth, it has been brewing in my mind for a long time, I want to appear in a decent way—with a deep voice and philosophical language, as if a voice from heaven, talking to you."

Moriarty walked to his side, conjured up an identical reclining chair, and slowly leaned on it.

"Losing and winning are like a pushing hand. They expose the bloody reality to people. Lose - reveal that the loser is a fool. Win - reveal that the winner may be a fool."

Moriarty stretched his body on the backrest. He hadn't rested for nearly 48 hours. The long-lost comfort came to his heart. It was consistent with Nicole Flamel's breath. It was soothing and steady, and he didn't win the crazy bet at all. .

"Yes, whoever wins will also lose. If you ask me, it's best to let him lose once!"

Nicole Flamel wore a white nightgown today, with gold thread embroidered at the neckline, and he shook his hands gently on the armrests.

"After Feng Wei Capet told me that the wand set was successfully made, the first emotion that arose in my heart was joy." Nico closed his eyes and shared his feelings with Moriarty.

"Perenelle and I showed relieved smiles, only then did we realize that we also have weaknesses, and our weaknesses turned out to be alchemy, which we are best at.

Fate made a joke to us. After we think that no one or anything in this world can defeat us except death, alchemy tells us through you—the eternally great knowledge, which is awesome for a long time. "

"That's right," Moriarty smiled slightly: "I was able to make the wand set first, thanks to a brand-new alchemy concept, which I call the alchemy matrix.

You see, if fate is unpredictable, then knowledge will always bring surprises.

Numerous manual alchemy experiments, alchemy formulas, magic runes, alchemy matrices...

The knowledge mastered by mankind is being upgraded and updated from generation to generation. I have no doubt that there will be a simpler and more advanced alchemy method than the matrix. "

"Me too." Nicole Flamel didn't ask about the alchemy matrix, and he didn't feel the unwillingness or distress of losing the shocking bet at all. He folded his hands on his lower abdomen with a peaceful expression, "I gave up the idea of ​​facing death, I want to live for a few hundred more years to see if there is an alchemy method that is more advanced than your matrix as we said."

"There must be, and it will definitely appear." Moriarty raised his head, "I don't know what you have experienced, but you always look at the world from the perspective of a bystander.

You have unearthed many brilliant wizards, Dumbledore, Newt Scamander and many more.

But you rarely have the idea of ​​exploring the world. You think that others can invent more advanced alchemy methods. Why can't this person be you? "

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth, his gray pupils reflected the light on the ceiling, shining with confidence, Nicole Flamel read the meaning of his eyes, "You believe that person will be you, right, always confident, always firm.

I don't know if it's something you're born with, or something you have that makes you confident, but all I can say is, it's pretty good! "

While speaking, Nicole Flamel stretched out his left hand and pointed to a stack of books on the podium. A large, thin book with a gray appearance and too many handprints flew to Nicole Flamel.

Nicole Flamel quickly pulled out a piece of parchment from the book and handed it to Moriarty.

Moriarty took it carefully. This piece of parchment, to be precise, was a page of a diary, but it was obviously hundreds of years old. The smell is overwhelming.

"April 25, 1382." Moriarty read out the date.

Nicole Flamel was a little surprised: "Dumbledore never said that you can speak French. Oh, sorry, please continue."

Moriarty continued: "I've been following the instructions in the book, deriving redstone from the same amount of mercury, and then actually turning the mercury into gold!

It is indeed better than ordinary gold, softer and more malleable.

I think this is the Philosopher's Stone in the book. What is even more inconceivable to me is that this book is like a magic spell. Anyone who gets it will never be able to put it down from his hands.

If it weren't for Perenelle's warning, I would have been stimulated by it to the deepest ambition and desire in my heart. "

Moriarty returned the diary to Nicole Flamel with deep eyes. These long-famous archmages should not be underestimated. Their lives are legends, and there are too many secrets hidden behind them, just like now——

"The Philosopher's Stone is the alchemy tool you found in the book? I always thought it was you who created it." Moriarty's eyes fell on the thin gray book, "Is it the book mentioned in the diary?"

"It is it," Nicole Flamel's face changed slightly, "The Book of Jewish Abraham."

"Jews?" Moriarty asked strangely, "What's going on? Jews are good at counting and making money, but no one thinks that Jews have anything to do with magic!"

"Of course, everyone thinks so," Nicole Flamel sat up from the recliner, with a slightly heavier tone, "but angels don't lie, let me start from the beginning—

One night about six hundred years ago, an angel came to me in my dream, and the angel told me that I would get a book, and if I worked hard to study and understand the book thoroughly, I would gain extraordinary and magical powers. "

Moriarty looked disbelieving, Nicole Flamel patted the thin gray book, and said jokingly: "Don't do that. It didn't take long for the dream to come true. I exchanged two florins for a book called The book "The Book of Jewish Abraham", I have spent 21 years interpreting this book while collecting information..."

Having said that, Moriarty saw a look of uneasiness in Nico Flamel's eyes.

"Finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, I deciphered the meaning recorded in the published book and refined the Philosopher's Stone."

Nicole Flamel took out the Philosopher's Stone from his pocket, and waved it lightly in front of Moriarty's eyes as if to prove the authenticity of those words.

"Coincidentally, I have it too." Moriarty pretended to take out the Sorcerer's Stone from under his robe, but in fact he took out the Sorcerer's Stone from the lottery from the system space, and held the red gemstone between two fingers. His eyes flickered.

"Merlin!" Nicole Flamel leaned forward involuntarily, and he saw another Sorcerer's Stone that was exactly the same. What could be more surprising than this?

Moriarty was very happy to see the surprised expression of the 600-year-old man. He joked: "My Philosopher's Stone is male, but your Philosopher's Stone is female."

Nicole Flamel was amused, and he picked up the thin gray book and handed it to Moriarty, "I wanted to give you some advice, but now it seems that you are stronger than I thought, um, or according to what you said , you are more talented than I imagined."

Moriarty took the book calmly, and was opening it when he heard Nicole Flamel say, "If you're not in such a hurry, you can count the pages of this book first."

"This level of roughness seems to be made of tree bark?" Moriarty stroked the cover and corners of the book, and slowly opened it. Instead of reading the records in the book, he concentrated on counting the pages.

"A total of 21 pages." Moriarty said lightly, "Is it related to Seven?"

"It's related to seven." Nicole Flamel nodded. In the magic world, seven is a magical number. "And it's not just about Seven." He added, "Please read the book, hurry up."

Moriarty turned to the first page and looked at it, his eyes were filled with surprise. The first page was a part of a picture, obviously incomplete.

He hastily turned to the second and third pages, and did not see a complete picture until he turned to the seventh page.

"The first picture: a cane with two snakes wrapped around it, one of which is a white snake with patterns devouring the other black snake."

Moriarty looks to Nico Flamel.

"That's right," Nicole Flamel said, "that's right, but how do you understand it?"

"The double snake rod represents magical medicine. In Greek mythology, the magic rod of Hermes is the double snake rod, which implies 'sex' and peace." Moriarty said emphatically, "It can also be interpreted separately, the walking rod Symbolizing power and status, the white snake and the black snake could have formed a balance, but those patterns bothered the white snake and broke the balance."

"Oh, what a wonderful idea." Nicole Flamel smiled, and then became serious: "But what I see from it is the fusion of matter, and Perenelle sees the wings of a fallen angel from it."

"Huh? That is to say, everyone sees the same picture, but the meanings they interpret are different."

Moriarty nodded slightly. Being able to do this meant that a powerful mysterious spell had been applied to the book, or the book itself was a powerful alchemy tool.