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Especially those who are not recognized by him.

Ron, for example, is the kind of person who sometimes speaks without thinking about it. He was actually a little afraid of Castor at first, but now he was comfortable joking with Casto.

Why?

Because Castor subconsciously recognized him, he just thought his finger-pointing was funny.

If Castor hadn't seen Ron's courage in front of his loved ones for the first time at King's Cross Station, and had witnessed Ron's sacrifice on the chessboard, Castor would never have laughed it off.

Even if you laugh, you just smile politely.

So, when Draco. Malfoy bitterly said, "You shouldn't be a Gryffindor!" You shouldn't waste your time on them! Casto was already getting impatient.

Not to mention, Malfoy was critical of his friends and even wanted to call Hermione a "mudblood".

In order to clean his ears, Casto put his wand directly against his forehead.

What a failure, at least Mr. Malfoy still understands etiquette, but the young master Malfoy in front of him is only a second ancestor.

It's really a failure myself, and I was actually by this kind of person.

However, I don't like him, so I let go of my anger, isn't it too boring?

Didn't Malfoy buy seven broomsticks, quite proud?

I can do it myself, with alchemy.

However, it is too troublesome to engrave magic inscriptions and the like.

In fact, there are shortcuts.

The coat of arms on his left hand seemed to be ignited, dyed blood-red, making people feel a little burning.

"Something to do with speed?" Casto thought about it and decided on his goal.

Castor was still staring at the back of his hand, though. The serpent wrapped around the cross writhed and spat out the serpent's letters, as if whispering to him.

"Slytherin?"

He shook his head and walked into the castle against the students who had gone outside to relax.

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Casto walked down a hallway. The Saturday morning sun shone through the windows, staining the entire corridor golden.

The coat of arms on the back of his left hand still burned his nerves, and in his right hand he carried a small cage and clutched a worn-out broom.

A Cornish elf lies at the bottom of its cage.

He couldn't wait to get back to his room and do his own experiments.

But his face was as usual, like a walk after breakfast, and no one would notice him—

Casto rounded a corner and quickly stopped.

"Hello, Casto," said the girl in a trance, her long hair dyed pure blonde by the sun, "I didn't expect to meet you here." ”

"Luna, I'm sorry, I still have something to do—"

Casto tried to get around her, but the girl, who was a head shorter than him, took a small step and stood in front of him.

Luna tilted her head, her silver-gray eyes staring directly at Casto.

"You're troubled." She said seriously.

"How could I—" The boy raised an eyebrow, avoiding her gaze, "not at all." ”

"You're troubled." She repeated earnestly, closing her eyes as if to herself, "Also, empty your mind and don't be tempted." ”

Castor frowned.

"Temptation? Something can tempt me—" There was a slight pride in his tone, "Sure, I'm interested in something, but—"

Casto seemed to wake up in an instant, and froze in place.

He raised his left hand and glared at the coat of arms.

The blood on the coat of arms slowly faded and returned to a blue-black appearance. The serpent on the cross is quiet, just a sinuous pattern.

The little girl stood on tiptoe and leaned over to look at the boy's left hand, two cute turnip-shaped earrings falling from her long hair. But she looked up again, staring at a frustrated Castor suspiciously.

"Thanks, Luna," Casto sighed, "I almost got hit—my teacher told me." ”

"What's going on?" Luna said curiously.

"Don't you know?" Casto wondered, "Didn't you see something was wrong with me?" ”

"yes," Luna explained, "it's just intuition. ”

Casto was speechless, he hadn't really realized how sensitive the girl's instincts were.

"Can you tell me now?" Luna looked a little curious, "I haven't seen this tattoo yet. There are humanistic fire crabs, and there are humanistic eagle-headed horses with winged beasts, but this one is really strange. ”

Castor didn't think it was strange at all.

They decided to talk in a different place, and it was still a long time anyway. Harry, they had gone to visit Hagrid after the incident at the Quidditch pitch, and Luna-

"I don't have any friends in Ravenclaw yet," her face was calm, "my friends are all in Gryffindor. ”

Casto and Luna walked out of the castle together. They walked slowly to the edge of the black lake and sat down under a tree with their knees folded.

Casto felt peaceful, even though there were a lot of students playing around the distance. Fred and George seemed to be going to relax after training. They took a bunch of bread slices and threw them into the lake, as if ready to seduce something.

Of course, the Black Lake is not black, just as the Red Sea is not red. The figures of the boy and the girl were reflected in the clear water of the lake, and he could see Luna in the shadow, as if he was a little happy.

Casto had already gathered his thoughts along the way and slowly explained.

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He first told about the events at the Quidditch pitch and then asked Luna.

"You know Nicol. Lemay? ”

"Yes. My father told me that he was an avid fan of opera and an alchemist who had made the Philosopher's Stone. ”

Casto felt that the order was a little subtly wrong, but continued.

"Nicol. Lemay was my teacher," Casto said, while Luna listened quietly, "but he was just an ordinary scribe who accidentally acquired the Book of Jewish Abraham and spent more than ten years making the Philosopher's Stone." After the false news of his death was released, a large number of alchemists from all over the world flocked to his house. Despite a careful search in the house, nothing was found. Only in the kiln of the teacher's house was found carved on the pillars with a puzzling relief of the serpent cross. ”

"It's written in the books." Casto continued, "The teacher created the snake cross figure, and most people also use this figure as the name Nicol. Lemay - The symbol of the only alchemist who made the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"So, your teacher gave you his own symbol?" Luna reacted quickly.

"Yes," Casto nodded, "his last gift to me." Because I hadn't studied alchemy long enough, he asked me if I needed some ancient, off-the-crush methods. ”

Casto stroked the back of his left hand.

"This coat of arms embodies the magic of my teacher—including the magic of his name," said Castor, "and I can perform some alchemical rituals in his name, making complex rituals simpler, at the cost of—"

"Seduced by a 'snake'?"

Casto thought Ravenclaw was really smart.

Its original image is of a crucified serpent, and its meaning is essentially the same as that of the original crucifixion of Jesus. In the theory of alchemy, the snake represents the primordial imperfection of matter. Just like the resurrection of Jesus' crucifixion, the word "tribulation" in alchemy has the meaning of "corrupting", denoting that the initial raw material must go through a process of corruption before it can be transformed into a perfect immortal. ”

"Unfortunately, I can't handle it yet. My teacher had warned me that it would corrupt my spirit when I was upset - because it didn't belong to me. So, I'm thinking of using a fast-moving elf to complete the ritual - that is, to sacrifice this life as a sacrifice for 'speed', which is a very simple way," Castor bowed his head, "I've used this coat of arms, using scrap metal to transform and strengthen the car. I didn't think about sacrificing anything. ”

However, Luna looked a little confused at this time. This is different from her usual trance, this time she really doesn't understand.

But she could understand what Casto was trying to say.

"You don't have to worry," Luna said softly, "someone is going to pull you back." ”

Casto stared at the rippling water, calm in his heart.

"Also," the girl's voice said, "I hear some Ravenclaw discussions, but I support you in Gryffindor." ”

Casto turned his head in some surprise, it was the first time someone had said it so bluntly.

"Thank you, Luna."

When he went to ask for the elf, Lockhart told him that Harry would be punished by him tonight. Because it was just some writing some letters, he didn't care.

Well, Ron will be punished tonight, too.

Hermione - maybe still reading.

It seems that there is still a lot of time left today.

He relaxed, closed his eyes, and lay down comfortably on the lawn.