bookpub Chapter 109 Can you give me the magic stone you have?
Chapter 109 Can you give me the magic stone you have?
Chapter 109 Can you give me the magic stone you have?
After a while, his pale face gradually regained some color, and his breathing became steady and long again.
Lin Qi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the room. Voldemort was nowhere to be seen; only the mess on the floor silently testified to the thrilling battle that had just taken place.
A faint light shone from his fingertips as he softly murmured, "Restored to its original state."
With a graceful flick of his fingers, the shattered stone bricks on the ground rose up and precisely returned to their original positions.
Only fragments of the Mirror of Eris lay silently scattered on the ground; the damage to this legendary magical artifact had exceeded the capabilities of any restorative spell.
In the blink of an eye, except for the Mirror of Erised, the room returned to its previous state, as if nothing had ever happened.
Just then, a small piece of purple fabric slowly drifted down from the ceiling.
Lynch recognized it as a fragment of the scarf that Quirrell had always wrapped around his head, his last trace in this world.
This Ravenclaw student, unwilling to settle for mediocrity, ultimately lost himself in the abyss of desire.
From the moment he found Voldemort, his life as a wizard had ended; the rest of his time was spent as a servant of the Dark Lord.
Today, his life has finally come to an end in this room, along with all his ambitions and desires, which have been buried forever.
Lin Qi waved his hand gently, and the purple cloth ignited in the air with a ghostly blue flame, quickly turning into a wisp of smoke and disappearing without a trace.
Quirinas Quiro has vanished from this world.
Lin Qi stood silently, without a trace of sympathy in his heart—everyone has to bear the consequences of their own choices.
My thoughts drifted back to the battle I had just fought, recalling some of the details.
He raised his hand and summoned back the cameras that had been hidden around the room.
The white stone bricks that had been used to replace the walls pushed the equipment to the ground, and tiny cracks had appeared on their surfaces.
The subsequent violent shaking and energy shocks stopped most of the cameras from working, but surprisingly, two of them were still stubbornly running.
Perhaps we should commend the alchemy department for their excellent work?
The thought flashed through his mind, and without further examining the cameras, Galleon appeared in his palm and with a wave of his hand, he put away all the magical cameras.
Lin Qi turned slightly and appeared in the safe room with a "whoosh".
But what made him frown slightly was that the water curtain on the wall faithfully reflected the scene next door, while Dumbledore and Harry, who had just been inside, had vanished without a trace.
What happened?
Lynch first ruled out the possibility of an attack.
First of all, there were no signs of a struggle in the room. No one in the world could subdue Dumbledore silently, so this option can be ruled out.
That means something suddenly happened.
He recalled the unusual connection between Harry and Voldemort, and the intense pain he had felt during their soul-to-soul collision—Voldemort, in his pure soul state, was probably in a much worse situation than him.
Perhaps something happened to Harry, which prevented Dumbledore from informing him before hastily taking him away.
Lin Qi turned slightly, intending to leave and go to the school clinic.
But just before Apparition was activated, he caught a faint red light out of the corner of his eye. It flashed past his line of sight as the angle of the light changed, right under the chair where he had just sat down.
He paused, halting the activation of Apparition, and walked forward, waving to move the chair aside.
The blood-red, crystal-clear magic stone lay quietly on the ground.
Lin Qi stretched out his hand, his five fingers grasping at the legendary crystal of alchemy, and the crystal slowly flew into his hand.
He held the magic stone in his palm, examining its vibrant color closely in the dim light of the room. He could feel the almost infinite, gentle energy flowing slowly within it at his fingertips.
Just then, I heard light footsteps behind me.
"Ah, so this is where it fell. I thought I had lost it in my haste," Dumbledore's gentle voice rang out.
Lynch heard Dumbledore's voice, but did not turn around immediately. His gaze lingered on the Philosopher's Stone for a moment before he slowly turned around.
"If you don't mind, may I have the Philosopher's Stone in your hand?" Dumbledore's voice rang out gently, but his gaze never left the Philosopher's Stone in Lynch's hand. "It belongs to an old friend of mine, that excellent alchemist."
Lynch glanced at Dumbledore, then looked down at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, its surface shimmering with light.
Dumbledore stood quietly, watching Lynch.
Sensing Dumbledore's growing wariness, Lynch smiled faintly, said nothing, and simply extended his hand naturally.
The Philosopher's Stone flew from his palm and drifted toward Dumbledore.
Dumbledore took the Philosopher's Stone and carefully placed it in the pocket inside his robe.
The previously tense atmosphere seemed to ease with this action.
He spoke up, explaining to Lynch, "Just now, after Voldemort's spirit passed through you, Harry suddenly screamed, clutched his head, and collapsed to the ground. Presumably, it was when Harry fell that the Philosopher's Stone fell out of his robes. I was worried about his condition, so I immediately took him to Madam Pomfrey."
"Is Harry alright?" Lynch asked, his tone carrying just the right amount of concern.
"His soul suffered a considerable shock, but Madam Pomfrey said he's fine and needs to rest." Dumbledore's expression turned somewhat serious. "Although I've repeatedly overestimated it, it seems the connection between Harry and Voldemort's souls is still stronger than I expected—almost like two different sides of the same soul."
"After all, it's a Horcrux created by accident," Lynch's voice lowered. "I'm afraid there has never been a history of turning a living person into a Horcrux in the magical world before. The mysteries and entanglements involved cannot be fathomed by common sense."
He then turned to Dumbledore, "Speaking of which... how's the investigation into the other Horcruxes going?"
Dumbledore's expression suddenly became a little strange, seemingly a mixture of certainty and uncertainty. He pondered for a moment before saying, "Regarding one of them, I may have some unexpected clues, and I've made some progress... I'll let you know once I actually get my hands on it."
Just as Lin Qi was about to ask further questions, his peripheral vision was suddenly drawn to the changing scene on the water screen, and he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
The flames that had been burning on the wooden door leading into the room had disappeared.
At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the sound of the wooden door opening was exceptionally clear in the excessively quiet room.