Just as Scott was thinking, there was movement from the stone gate in front of him.

Scott looked and saw that the snakes carved on the door were all moving.

They swim and weave through the door, entangled with each other, forming a peculiar pattern.

Then, a snake poked its head out of the center of the pattern, its eyes were two crimson gems, and its mouth kept spitting letters.

"Who are you?"

The snake asked him.

"Scott? Troope. ”

Scott replied.

Then, the snake-red gem eyes stared at him for a long time.

"You can go in."

The snake said suddenly, and slowly retracted.

Then, the entangled snakes quickly separated and returned to their original positions.

There was a click, and the stone door shrank a distance, slowly sinking into the wall to the left.

Scott glanced into the darkness behind the door and let the bats and gray wolves move on, himself following them.

It's just that he didn't go far, and the magic lamps suddenly lit up one by one, and the entire space immediately lit up.

Scott looked left and right.

It is a large circular space, and judging by the layout, it should be an old laboratory.

Although thousands of years have passed, the contents of this laboratory have been well preserved.

"You're finally here."

Medea's voice suddenly rang out.

Scott quickly pulled out his wand and stood on guard.

"Heh......"

Medea chuckled again.

"Here."

Scott followed the prestige and discovered that it was not the real Medea who made the sound, but a portrait that was placed on the table.

The portrait is small, the size of a notebook.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Medea in the painting said.

"This is your lab?" Scott asked.

"It's also one of my father's labs." Medea in the painting says, "I didn't start using it until my father left." ”

Scott put away his nervousness, walked to the table, and looked at the portrait of the girl up close.

This is a portrait of Medea as a girl, and she looks about the same age as Helena in the Room of Requirement.

Although Medea in her teenage years had a kind of flamboyant beauty, she was not as sharp as she was in adulthood.

"What did you bring me here for?" Scott asked.

"I must have told you the truth." Medea in the painting says, "She left a gift for you here." ”

Is there really a continuation?

"What is it?" Scott asked curiously.

"The box."

Medea in the painting points to the small box on the table.

"You can only take that." "If you take something more, the door won't open for you," she stressed. ”

"So, can I take a look at those?"

Scott gestured to the nearby bookshelves, filled with books and stacks of parchment.

"Sorry, it's not the time yet."

Medea in the painting replied.

"Okay."

Scott thought about it and decided to be obedient.

Otherwise, it's bad to be locked up here.

He reached out and opened the small wooden box and looked inside.

"What is this?"

He first pulled out a silver serpentine necklace the thickness of his little finger.

"It's a rare alchemy item, a special portkey, and it allows you to keep your whereabouts unsurpassed." Medea in the painting glanced at him and replied.

"Did Medea leave Hogwarts with such alchemical items?"

Scott took the unusually delicate snake necklace in his hand and played with it.

"So how do you use it? Where will this portkey take me? ”

He was curious.

Medea in the painting did not answer the first question, but directly said: "Now, you can't go anywhere, because it has not been used and has not been activated." ”

"Please tell me how to activate it, Medea." Scott smiled and pleaded.

"You need to put the necklace in mercury, bury it in the dirt, and after three days, it will always remember that location."

Medea in the painting said proudly.

"After that, you can use it to get back to that location wherever you are, and no one can track your location."

Scott asked, "If it's a place hidden by the Damid Loyalty Curse, can you go back through it?" ”

Medea in the painting nodded, "Of course, if you recorded that place before it was hidden." ”

"Thank you."

Scott smiled widely.

"I love this gift."

He played with the necklace and wrapped it around his left wrist as a bracelet.

"There's one more thing I remember."

Scott reached out again and took out a red gem from the small wooden box.

"Philosopher's Stone?"

He couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"What are you thinking?" Medea in the painting looked at him with disdain, "How could I possibly give you the Philosopher's Stone?" I want that kind of treasure myself! ”

"Okay."

Scott's fluttering heart calmed down and he picked up the ruby and looked at it carefully.

"So what is this?"

"Philosopher's Stone."

Medea in the painting replied.

"Really?"

Scott's eyes lit up again.

"Hahahahaha......"

In the painting, Medea laughed wildly.

"Stupid!" She couldn't stop laughing, "How is that possible! ”

“……”

Scott looked at her helplessly.

"Okay, okay." Medea in the painting waved her hand, "This is indeed a philosopher's stone, but it is not a real philosopher's stone." ”

"Miss Slytherin, please, be sure to tell me the answer."

Scott's reluctant request.

Medea in the painting no longer teased him, but explained seriously, "This is an imitation of the Philosopher's Stone, which you can understand as a one-time Philosopher's Stone." ”

"Disposable? That is, can it only be used once? ”

Scott looked down at the blood-colored gem in his hand.

"Yes, you can only use it once...... said Medea in the painting, "but if you can do it correctly, it will help you a lot." ”

"I think so."

Scott's mind raced, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Looks like you already have an idea?" Medea in the painting asked.

"That's right." Scott laughed and clenched the gem in his hand, "I think I'll use it to perform a perfect Transfiguration." ”

This one-time Philosopher's Stone could bear the cost of a Transfiguration instead of him.

The version of his earliest setting, Raven Rimbaud, should be born!

Hearing his intentions, Medea in the painting raised her eyebrows.

"It's the most wasteful way to use it, and you almost just want to use it as a source of magic."

She said.

"You know, this philosopher's stone can create an immortality."

Her words were full of seduction.

"An elixir?"

Scott shook his head firmly.

"I'm too young to think about that."

He smiled.

"I guess...... I'm afraid that immortality maintained with an elixir of life is painful, and how long can it last with just one elixir? ”

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