The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"It's not that simple. Didn't you realize that seven pages of a book make up the first picture?" Nicole Flamel, who had matured and cultivated a pair of poisonous eyes, could see what Moriarty was thinking, and he sighed : "Keep reading, you will find the magic of this book after reading it."

Moriarty turned to the eighth page, this time he was a little more solemn.

The picture on the eighth page is still incomplete. With the experience of the first time, Moriarty turned to the fourteenth page familiarly this time, and then looked at it backwards.

"Another seven pages!" Moriarty turned the pages over and over again, "This is the second group of pictures: a cross in a cemetery? But Jesus was not crucified on the cross, but a snake !"

"Very good, interpretation." Nicole Flamel's voice sounded a bit bitter.

"The cross represents holiness and exorcism. The crucified snake seems to have horns or a snake crown on its head? I think it is a basilisk. So? The meaning is the same as that of the crucified Jesus."

Moriarty thought for a moment, and then said: "Other wizards may not have thought of this. For wizards, they only believe in Merlin, and what kind of Muggle the crucified Jesus is has nothing to do with them."

"Exactly." Nicole Flamel joked, "If the Christians in the Holy See hear what you say, they will definitely settle accounts with you."

"Have you had contact with people from the Holy See?" Moriarty asked.

"It happened a long time ago," Nicole Flamel skipped over this topic and said in a deep voice, "The snake being crucified represents corruption, and death on the cross represents sublimation! This is the enlightenment given to me by the second group of pictures, Let's move on to the third and final set of pictures."

Moriarty joined Nicole Flamel and turned pages fifteen to twenty-one.

"The painting is a few clear springs emerging from a desert, and many snakes drilled out of the springs?

Well, blue skies, sunny days, and a hopeful story if there weren't so many snakes!

In fact, I wouldn't mind having more snakes. "

Moriarty not only told the content of the picture, but also told his interpretation, and conveniently conjured up a desert, chanted a spell of clear water like a spring, and summoned many serpents.

It perfectly reproduced the scene in the picture. The serpents were spitting out letters, shaking their heads and tails like a chihuahua, and they didn't look scary at all.

Nicole Flamel laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward, and Moriarty suspected that his thin body couldn't bear the swing back and forth, causing his waist to break!

"I admire your flash of inspiration," said Nicole Flamel, laughing enough, "this is how I read it, you see - the desert represents alchemy, which I pointed out in the first class of."

"Yeah, that's right," Moriarty agreed.

"The clear spring is a new substance that appeared in the desert! Where did the new substance come from? From the snakes! At that time, I understood the snakes as the raw materials for creating new substances. After several years of alchemy experiments, I found that strong acids can be produced New substance!"

Nicole Flamel said enthusiastically that even after more than five hundred years, when talking about alchemy experiments, he still looks like a boy.

"I understand," Moriarty looked at Nicole Flamel, "You interpret the three sets of pictures as the process of making the Sorcerer's Stone!"

"It's so smart!" Nicole Flamel exclaimed, "Isn't the most important thing that I succeeded in making the Philosopher's Stone?"

"You see, I want to make the Sorcerer's Stone, and I read the making process from the book!" His tone became heavy: "So, if someone wants to do something bad, will he read the book to do evil? method? Who can stop him then!

I have reason to believe that people who have owned this book, without exception, have interpreted the method to make them succeed from it, some have made a career, and more are used to do some unknown things. Bad things, no one else will know! "

Moriarty nodded noncommittal. Nicole Flamel's words were somewhat idealistic. He turned his gaze back to "The Jewish Book of Abraham" and found that it was on the inside of the back cover of the book, that is, on the same page as the twenty-first page. On the adjacent side, there are two pictures printed, one up and one down.

His fingers lightly stroked the two paintings, and they felt cold to the touch. Moriarty judged that it was some kind of metal. Now he knew why there were so many handprints in this book.

"The Jewish habit of painting with metal?" Moriarty complained, and Nicole Flamel seemed to snort: "Maybe, the Jews at that time were not called Jews, they were called Hebrews. Who knows what kind of weirdness they have?" Strange habit."

"These two paintings look much more vivid than the previous three groups of paintings," Moriarty picked up the book to read, "Then it's the fourth painting, which depicts two people.

One is wearing a hat, holding a double snake staff in his hand, and he is waving the snake staff in a fighting posture.

And he was fighting an old man with wings? The old man was flying in mid-air with an hourglass on his head, and he was holding a sickle in his hand and was about to cut off the feet of the person holding the double snake staff! "

Nicole Flamel asked with great interest, "What do you think about this—"

"The staff of two snakes is the weapon of Hermes. There is no doubt about it. Hermes is also the ancestor of alchemy! This is the question Professor Perenelle asked Tonks in the first class." Mo Riati began to analyze the meaning of the painting.

"As for the old man? He has an hourglass on his head, and there is no doubt that the hourglass represents time, and he is holding a scythe. I regard him as the god of death!

The god of death counted the time and went to harvest Hermes' life, and a big battle broke out between the two. "

Nicole Flamel puts forward a very different interpretation: "I see the old man as the god of Saturn, and Death is not the only one with a scythe, farmers also pick up a sickle, don't they.

I agree with you that the staff of two snakes represents Hermes.

Well, what kind of inspiration can you get from Death vs. Hermes?

Following the idea of ​​Saturn vs. Hermes, I added some substances in the land to the alchemy experiment, and finally found that lead can remove the volatilization of mercury. "

"How many years did you use to discover this?"

"Seven years and four months."

Moriarty expressed his admiration for Nicole Flamel with his eyes. Nicole Flamel did not lie to them. Before he learned formulas and runes, he could only start as an alchemy apprentice, starting from one experiment to another. start trying.

And Moriarty can only think of the Deathly Hallows from the battle between Reaper and Hermes.

Or maybe the Deathly Hallows are nothing more than powerful alchemy props?

Regarding the two different ideas, Moriarty and Nicole Flamel could not judge whether they were right or wrong, and they continued to read.

"The fifth painting is actually in color." Moriarty said admiringly, and Nicole Flamel said quietly: "It has not faded for six hundred years."

"Well, amazing painting." Moriarty shrugged: "Look, this should be the top of a high mountain, and a flower grows out, the stem is blue, the flowers are white and red, and the leaves are gold. Look It looks beautiful!

Under the flower is, a golden griffin? A black dragon? They build nests on hillsides. "

"So, if this painting is real, it must be at least 1,200 years old?" Nicole Flamel scratched his head for the first time.

"Be confident, conservatively estimate 1,500 years!"

Moriarty remembered Salazar's diary mentioning that the golden griffin was extinct.

As for the black dragon, it was huge, and Moriarty was sure there were no black dragons of such size in the modern wizarding world.

"Are there only five paintings?" Moriarty closed the book, "I always feel that there is something missing..."

Nicole Flamel smiled: "Think about it, there are 21 pages in total, and every seven pages form a picture. This book seems to like the number seven very much. It is hard to guarantee that it will have seven pictures, what do you think?"

"The question," Moriarty handed the book to its owner, "where are the remaining two paintings?"

Nicole Flamel didn't take the book, he shook his head slightly: "I'll give you the book! You asked a good question, but I don't know.

For more than six hundred years, I haven't thought about this problem, and even I seldom read this book. Apart from the fact that I can no longer get useful information from it, there are other reasons.

I was secretly worried, afraid that it would bring me a curse, not a curse of magic, but a curse of the soul! "

"Similar to Dumbledore's not wanting to be Minister of Magic?" Moriarty caught a look of confusion in Nico Flamel's eyes.

"Ah, the Minister of Magic can't be compared with the whole world. I firmly believe that if I didn't treat alchemy wholeheartedly at that time, I'm afraid the world would already belong to me." Nicole Flamel said with a smile: "That's why we decided to welcome Death is due to the reason for wanting to overcome oneself.”

It was difficult for Moriarty to agree with Nicole Flamel's point of view, he frowned and shook his head slowly.

"You could have created an age of alchemy, but when the age was immature and came toward you like a toddler, you were scared!

If the curse of the mind is just like this, then I would say please give me some more! I can't wait for the eras to pass by like a fast train. Only in this way can I get close to the magical sky. "

Moriarty got up from the recliner, and he turned the book over and over again, "I understand what you mean now, you think this book is a prophecy about everyone! Unlike other prophecies, the prophecies in this book are written by The owner of the book decides for himself!

You choose the deck chair, I choose the sky. I have accepted the book, and when I find the last two paintings, maybe you will decipher a story that should have been soaring in the blue sky. "

Moriarty closed his recliner, smiling and nodding at Nicole Flamel.

Nicole Flamel was not angry, he stretched out his right hand: "I look forward to that day."

"I will race against time." Moriarty stretched out his right hand, responded with the words they had bet on, and then clasped his hands together heavily.

With a soft "click", Nicole Flamel hung his hand on his wrist in a drooping posture, and Moriarty's eyelids twitched, "Hey, your hand is broken, let me do an experiment? Guaranteed Give you an unbroken right hand."