The next day, William woke up early. He slipped out of the dormitory and sat in the Ravenclaw break room to check on his gains.

It was too late to go back yesterday, and William didn't examine these things carefully. He was so tired that he washed up hastily and went to sleep.

There were no other little wizards in the lounge in the early morning except William.

Think about it, who would get up early on the first day after the exam?

He first confirmed the state of the crown, the gray crown looked the same as before, even if William held it in his hand, the soul inside did not move.

Voldemort's soul seems quiet. It seems that it will be a long time before he can return to his original state. This time was enough for William to return home and let his father drain his soul inside.

After examining the crown, William took out the blood-red stone again, could he actually make an elixir with such a gadget?

He thought with some curiosity.

William didn't expect that what Voldemort had dreamed of and sacrificed his life to get from entering Hogwarts would be so easily dumped to him by a mysterious wizard.

There was also an opportunity to learn from Lemay, and to be honest, William was a little dizzy from this big gift bag, and happiness came too suddenly.

He carefully studied the philosopher's stone in his hand, hoping to gain some knowledge from it, after all, the seemingly ordinary stone in front of him could be called one of the greatest achievements of alchemy.

After watching it several times, William had to admit a fact.

He couldn't read it at all!

With his current level of alchemy, he couldn't understand how this was done.

The principle, the structure, the alchemical symbols, almost everywhere, William could not understand. This made him very depressed, and for the first time, he encountered something that he completely could not understand.

How did such a small stone turn a stone into gold? And refining the elixir of life?

He closed his eyes and sensed the Philosopher's Stone in front of him with his magic, from which William could still feel some magic.

However, this does not seem to be used as the original function of the Philosopher's Stone, but rather as a trigger mechanism, which should be used as a token.

I don't know how Lemay did it, and how much I can learn from him when the time comes.

Thinking of this, William had some longing for his holiday life, and he was originally going to use this vacation to find a willing wizard to complete the Eagle Eye Spell.

The spell's casting structure is already stable, and what is missing now is a sacrificial test subject.

Now it seems that this plan is going to be postponed, after all, this opportunity to learn from Lemay is undoubtedly more precious than the new spell.

William put away the Philosopher's Stone a little depressed, and when facing one of the highest crystals of wisdom of ancient wizards, his knowledge reserve was far from enough.

He then summoned Blake from his shadow, the black cat that was all black. He needed to experiment with how far this magical alchemy product could go.

By the way, Harry's godfather seems to be surnamed Black, and it seems that he is still an aristocratic family in the UK. I don't know how Sirius will react after discovering that the two of them have the same name.

Forget it, whatever, there is no rule that except for this family, no one else is allowed to be called Black.

What's more, compared to these, he better take care of himself first. Don't be careless, let the Dementors kiss you in Azkaban.

William had no scruples about Harry's godfather, because he felt that this man, like Harry, was the kind of person who was prone to impulsiveness and acted impulsively.

Think about it, in order to kill the pseudonym Peter, he dared to break into the Gryffindor common room with a knife. You must know that at that time, he was a fugitive from the British Ministry of Magic with a heavy bounty!

What a Gryffindor!

However, what does this have to do with himself, as long as he doesn't get in the way of his own affairs, he can do what he likes. The rest of the things will give Lao Deng a headache.

William didn't think much of it, after all, according to the plot, Sirius would have to stay in Azkaban for a long time.

He began experimenting with making Blake conjure up all sorts of animals.

"Blake, turn into a toad."

"Blake, turn into a big dog."

"Blake, turn into a crow."

William controls Blake in the Ravenclaw common room, and later, a playful William even tries to turn Blake into a giraffe, or an elephant.

"Blake, turn into an elephant." William said excitedly.

Blake, who was still in the form of a crow, glanced at William helplessly, as if to say how he had followed such a zz master.

Then, it turned into the same black mass again, churning in mid-air. This time, Blake's transformation was difficult, and the black substance expanded several times, eventually turning into a severely shrunken baby elephant.

Is this the only way to go?

Next, William went on to conduct several experiments. Eventually, he looked at Blake, who had turned into a black cat again, lying on the ground with a helpless expression. I thought secretly in my heart.

Blake's ability to transform is limited, and it is impossible for large animals with a body length of more than one meter or insects less than 20 centimeters to accurately complete the transformation.

William speculated that it might be because the black mass had an upper limit of expansion and a lower limit of compression, and it was only within these two thresholds that Blake's could transform into various forms.

Just now, William asked Blake to turn into a butterfly, but Blake couldn't become what William wanted, and the butterfly it transformed into was at least fifty centimeters.

O Merlin! The world's largest butterfly is 30 centimeters long when its wings are spread.

When William saw such a large butterfly suddenly appear in front of him, the disgusting feeling of facing insects instantly swept through his entire mind.

He looked at the huge tentacles and the mouthparts in front of him, and almost fainted without nausea.

William felt that it must have taken a toll on his sanity, and Nima looked too frustrated.

No wonder Ron is so afraid of spiders, any insect can look uncomfortable when it gets bigger.

William looked at Blake, who had turned into a black cat again, and secretly decided in his heart that he would let him maintain this form in the future, or the black cat looked more comfortable and felt good.

He also found that Blake had no way to turn into a magical creature, for example, the phoenix could only replicate that at best, but the various abilities of magical creatures really couldn't be copied.

How does this look like a changeling! William, who had finished studying Blake, muttered in his heart.

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