Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 18: The Last Night at Hogwarts
"Why don't we go back tonight?"
On the shore of the Hogwarts lake, Kite Flyer sat by the campfire, slurping his food while holding his plate and asking:
"In fact, we don't have to wait for the train. We have a flying motorcycle that can fly directly back to the station in London. The speed of the motorcycle is very fast, much faster than the train."
"That's what I said."
Mason slowly scooped some rice into his mouth and chewed it with a tasteless mouth. He glanced at the blue motorcycle parked by the lake and said:
"But that car doesn't run on oil, Charles. It runs on special alchemical fuels that I can't make right now."
"Oh, I got it."
The Kite Man nodded immediately.
What the boss meant was that the motorcycle's fuel should be saved for escaping danger. This principle is easy to understand.
Then he saw Mason put down his plate, wipe his mouth with good dining etiquette, and casually threw an exquisite leather bag at his feet.
The kite flyer was stunned. He picked up the thing and looked at it before his eyes. He said:
"Isn't this the magic pocket that Old K has hanging around his waist?"
"Yes, a travel backpack, with an internal volume of 50X50X10."
Mason picked up the suitcase at hand and explained:
"Just like what Lao K said, it's like a portable small warehouse. The code word to open it is 'hunter', just say it silently in your mind. It belongs to you, and you really need the old clothes inside now.
Although we may be the only two people left in this world, it doesn’t seem good for you to be naked all the time.”
"This... this is for me?"
The kite man was confused for a moment.
He looked at the miraculous magic creation in his hand, scratched his head, and said:
"Well, why don't you take it first? You seem to need it more than I do."
"No need, I have better ones."
Mason glanced at him and patted the suitcase in his hand.
Apparently this thing is also a large-capacity storage tool, a relic left to Harry Potter by his father. It looks small and retro on the outside, but its internal capacity is insanely large.
The information label says that the internal volume of this thing is 500X500X50, which is equivalent to carrying a small manor with you. This capacity is much more exciting than Lao K's travel backpack.
The most amazing thing is that this seamlessly extendable item, made by the world's top alchemists and tailors, can have its internal structure freely planned by the user.
In other words, as long as Mason wanted, he could really build himself a small villa in this suitcase that only he could enter and exit freely.
But this is far from the limit of what the 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 tamed at least hundreds of magical animals in it.
"Then I won't be polite."
The kite flyer chuckled.
He tied the backpack to his belt and started playing with his "new toy" like a naughty child. The contents of the backpack had already been checked by Mason.
Old K was indeed extremely poor. Apart from his alchemy notes, some pharmaceutical materials, and enough bullets, there were only a few sets of clothes left.
"We'll divide the spoils after we get back, okay?"
Mason said.
But the kite flyer shook his head and said to him:
"No, you did all the dangerous things. I didn't help much. The magic fur coat and this bag are enough to surprise me.
Besides, we're going to Gotham and I won't be able to move freely.
Don't forget that Old K got me out of Blackgate Prison, and I'm still a fugitive."
Mason also shook his head and said:
"Fairness is the rule. It's not a question of whether you want it or not! Don't forget, I was once a member of a gang. I know how to do things."
"Then... whatever you want."
Kite Man shrugged, glanced at the briefcase in Mason's hand, picked up his pistol, stretched his body, and said:
"I'm going to take a look around and help digest my food."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Obviously he knew that Mason wanted to check the contents of the box, so as a younger brother, it was better for him not to be curious at this time.
This guy who followed the Joker is really a good person.
Come to think of it, the unruly guys in the Joker's gang would have been thrown out to feed Batman long ago.
Mason took a few bites of rice and 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 was an ordinary layer of miscellaneous items.
The first thing that caught my eye was a few irregular blood-red translucent crystals placed in a dark green jewelry box.
The moment Mason saw this thing, he held his breath.
He knows what it is.
The moment he touched it, a large amount of garbled text suddenly appeared in front of the young man's eyes, and finally gathered into a line of prompts two seconds later:
Contact with high-level alchemical creations...Analysis in progress.
Name: Ancient Alchemist's Stone/Philosopher's Stone/Niccolò Flamel's Philosopher's Stone
Quality: Legendary alchemy creation, perfect craftsmanship
Traits: Matter transformation, low-level reality rewriting, immortality, magic medium, broken residue
Effect: Possessing the Philosopher's Stone greatly prolongs the user's natural lifespan and mental degeneration, but does not delay mental exhaustion.
Using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemical medium will greatly improve the quality of the alchemical product.
When using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemical ingredient and having a complete recipe, you can create an "Immortality" potion.
When alchemy reaches Lv2 or above, the Philosopher's 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, the magic stone can be used as an alchemical medium to increase the chance of producing alchemical creations of "ultimate craftsmanship".
When alchemy reaches Lv6 or above, the magic stone can be used as an alchemical medium to increase the chance of producing "perfect craft" alchemical creations.
When alchemy reaches Lv8 or above, using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemical medium and having a complete crafting recipe, 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 include the production recipe.
Producer: Nicolas Flamel
Item Description: A priceless treasure for alchemists and anyone pursuing immortality!
important hint:
The Philosopher's Stone has been broken by external forces. 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 alchemical catalysts, they will be consumed as the number of times they are used increases. Please use them properly.
Mason placed a blood-red fragment of the Philosopher's Stone in front of his eyes. The next moment he looked around vigilantly, not because he did not believe in the Kite Flyer's gratitude at this moment.
The main reason is that this thing is too hot.
Old K came to this world just for this thing. According to him, there has always been a bounty mission with a generous reward for finding the Philosopher's Stone within the Star Society, but no one has ever found it.
This shows that even in the Star Society, which has great magical powers and can travel around the world to plunder treasures, the Philosopher's Stone is considered a "treasure".
Mason's current knowledge is totally insufficient to use this thing, except that he can wear it to achieve immortality...but the young man is only 17 years old now, and even including his previous life, he is only in his forties. It is obviously too early to consider this issue.
So he carefully closed the jewelry box containing the Philosopher's Stone, activated the box's traceless extension spell, and threw it into the bottom of the box to hide it.
Mason slapped his face to calm himself down.
Mr. Potter must have had his reasons for putting the Philosopher's Stone into the box before he died. The young man felt that he needed to continue reading.
Perhaps we can uncover the truth behind the doomsday destruction of this world?
The other things in the box seemed much inferior compared to the broken Philosopher's Stone, but since they could be placed together with the Philosopher's Stone, they couldn't be much worse.
For example, the Elder Wand that was broken into three pieces and placed next to it.
This thing is the last of the Deathly Hallows and is also the most severely damaged. The character card cannot give a specific label, but only indicates that it requires enchantment Lv8, inscription Lv8 and jewelry processing Lv8 to repair it.
In addition, there were two books in the box, one large and one small. Both were in the traditional magic book style, with metal covers and locked with black chains.
Mason picked them up and took a look, and found that they were the magic books of Grindelwald and Voldemort, which contained the Encyclopedia of Dark Magic and the research on Horcruxes respectively.
Mason is not a wizard and does not intend to become a wizard, so this precious knowledge means little to him.
He continued to search and found a palm-sized diary in a folded blood-stained women's coat. It was wrapped with a red ribbon and looked quite delicate.
This is Mr. Potter's diary, and it is the only evidence that can solve the mystery of the end of this world.
"Snapped"
Just as Mason opened the diary, something fell out of the diary and hit the box in front of him, causing the young man to blink and pick up the thing.
A golden old-fashioned key, very delicately made and full of the heaviness left by years and time. The character card gave 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, open the door, take the item and leave. How difficult can this be for an adventurer?
"So, the principal's office should still be intact."
Mason held the golden key and looked back at the ruins of Hogwarts in the center of the lake behind him at night. He played with the key and thought:
"That place is hidden somewhere in these ruins. Unfortunately, I'm too tired, otherwise it would be worth looking for. Forget it, I'll find out next time."
The young man lay down by the fire, and, resting his head on his knapsack to make himself comfortable, he laid Mr. Porter's diary before him with a mood of unravelling a secret.
The handwriting on the first page was very messy.
This was definitely not something that a wizard of status could have written. The scattered notes seemed to prove that Mr. Potter was already in a very bad situation when he wrote this.
"Hermione is dead."
This first sentence made Mason's eyes widen, and he couldn't wait to look down:
"Right before my eyes, she was crushed by the red light from the sky and the shattered earth, and along with her, most of the elite Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were destroyed.
We were no match for them at all and were completely defeated.
And there is only one enemy...
Ms. McGonagall's guess was correct, the disaster was man-made.
As I write this, I have just escaped from the battlefield at the Ministry of Magic back to my alma mater, and I am waiting for Hagrid to escort the young wizards to meet me.
Durmstrang School of Wizardry came to our aid during this terrible time, but communications with the other houses and the Ministry of Magic have been completely severed.
I don't know if the world is alright, but I doubt it.
But what worries me most now is whether we still have a chance to survive the apocalypse.
The pen in my hand was shaking. I could feel the magic and energy around the academy gathering abnormally. The sky was getting gloomy. This was a bad sign.
There is not much time left.
If anyone sees this diary, please remember that this zombie disaster was caused by dark creatures that the "Destroyers" hid in various parts of the world in advance.
They also attacked major governments at the same time, as I saw with my own eyes when Buckingham Palace was razed to the ground by a black storm that came from the sky.
Ordinary people's weapons are as powerless as our magic when facing them. I saw with my own eyes at least thirty killing curses cast into that ball of red light but none of them could hurt the other party at all.
As I fled, the civilian military was preparing to use nuclear weapons.
I know it's a desperate counterattack, but I'm pessimistic about the effectiveness of this weapon.
I can't guess the mental state of the destroyers, but I know they have a plan. Today's destruction is not the beginning. It means that everything will be over before we can react.
The virus is still spreading, and my wife Ginny told me that she had studied that virus with the biologists at Common People.
That thing will actively seek out all life and infect it. With our current magic and technology, we cannot crack its secret in a short period of time.
As for the infected, they died when they were infected.
What survived is just a body used to do evil, and my lungs are feeling particularly uncomfortable now... maybe...
Oh my god, here she comes! She descends like a god in a black storm and blazing sun and lightning, and I see Ravenclaw Tower being crushed like a sand castle.
I saw the light in her eyes.
She won't let us go, just like killing a nest of rats.
Ironically, in my last moments I was reminded of those better days.
Especially when I saw Hermione die, I suddenly felt that I should have been braver and not be fooled by stupid bloodline theory. This may be a little sorry for Ginny and the children, but who cares.
We are all going to die.
Ah, Shakespeare described his imagined doomsday countless times, but I guess the great poet never saw it come.
If we were not about to be destroyed, I would have called this scene truly spectacular.
The end is here, right before my eyes.
The whole world became dim and all hope was extinguished at this moment.
Perhaps the shattered Resurrection Stone produced a strange reaction in my heart. In any case, I saw Dumbledore and Snape, my parents and Sirius, and Hagrid, who was laughing, behind them.
Ms. Magg also likes to turn into a cat at this time...
Um, Miss Know-It-All, is that you?
Don't be in a hurry.
You're just one step ahead.
I’ll follow right away…”
The writing of the diary stopped abruptly at this moment, like a movie without an ending that made people uneasy. Mason closed the diary, and his face was not calm under the light of the fire.
He found the answer.
But this did not make him feel satisfied at all.
With a confused mind, he leaned against a tree trunk, and after nearly an hour of silence, he finally fell asleep due to exhaustion. At the beginning of this dream, on a high tower in Gotham City, Mason saw the doomsday described by Mr. Potter as soon as he opened his eyes.
A black storm swept across the sky, and a dazzling sun fell from the sky.
All he saw in the distance was desolation, and at his feet were piles of pale skeletons, their black eyes staring at him, like a lake surging up, drowning the young man who was unable to break free.
Mason shouted anxiously in his dream.
Where is Mr. Right? Where is Superman? Where is Wonder Woman?
Didn’t you see it’s the end of the world?
Hey everyone, please help me.
