"Why don't we go back tonight?"

On the shores of the lake at Hogwarts, the Kite Man sat by the campfire and snorted as he ate, and asked:

"Actually, we don't have to wait for that train, we have skybikes that fly directly back to the station in London. The speed of the little motorcycle was very fast, much faster than that of a train. ”

"That's what I said."

Mason slowly scooped the rice with a spoon and put it in his mouth, chewing the wax as he glanced at the blue motorcycle parked on the lakeside, and said:

"But that car doesn't burn oil, Charles, and it uses a special alchemy oil, which I can't make right now."

"Oh, I see."

The Kite Man nodded suddenly.

The boss means that the fuel of the motorcycle should be kept for escape when it encounters danger, which is easy to understand.

Then he saw Mason put down his plate, wiped his mouth with good dining etiquette, and casually threw a delicate leather bag at his feet.

The kite man was stunned, picked up the thing and looked at it before his eyes, and said:

"Isn't this the magic pocket that Old K hangs around his waist?"

"Yes, travel rucksack, internal volume 50X50X10."

Mason picked up the suitcase at hand and explained:

"It's the same as what Lao K said, it's equivalent to a portable warehouse, and the code word when you open it is 'hunter', just recite it silently in your heart. It's yours, and you need the old clothes in it now.

Although there may be only two of us left in this world, you are always naked. It doesn't seem to be very good. ”

"It's... That's it for me? ”

The kite man was a little dazed for a moment.

He looked at the magical magical creation in his hand, scratched his head, and said:

"Well, why don't you take it first? You look like you need it more than I do. ”

"No, I have better."

Mason glanced at him and patted the suitcase in his hand.

Apparently this thing is also a large storage tool, a relic left to him by Mr. Harry Potter's father, small and retro on the outside but crazy on the inside.

The information label says that the internal volume of this thing is 500X500X50, which is equivalent to carrying a small manor, which is much more exciting than the old K's travel backpack.

Best of all, this traceless extension made by the world's top alchemists and tailors allows the user to freely plan its internal structure.

In other words, if Mason wanted to, he could really build himself a small cottage in this suitcase that only he could come and go freely.

But that's far from the limit of what the wizards of this world can reach.

At least Mason knew that there was once a great wizard who had built a complete "mini-biome" in his suitcase and domesticated at least a few hundred magical beasts in it.

"Then you're welcome."

The kite man smiled.

He tied the rucksack to his belt and played with his "new toy" like a bear child, and the contents of the rucksack had been checked by Mason.

Old K was indeed poor, and there were only a few changes of clothes left in it, except for the alchemical notes he left behind, some pharmaceutical materials, and enough bullets.

"We'll divide the loot when we get back, okay?"

Mason said.

But the kite man shook his head and said to him:

"No, you did all the dangerous things, and I didn't help much. The magic fur coat and this bag were enough to surprise me.

Besides, we're going to Gotham, and I can't move freely.

Don't forget that Old K brought me out of Black Gate Prison, and I'm still an escaped fugitive. ”

Mason shook his head as well, and said:

"Fairness is the rule, it's not a question of whether you want it or not! And don't forget, I was also part of the gang, and I know what to do. ”

"So... Whatever you want. ”

The kite man shrugged, glanced at the suitcase in Mason's hand, picked up his gun and moved his body again, and said:

"I'll take a look around and eat by the way."

With that, he turned and left.

Obviously, he knew that Mason was going to inspect the contents of the box, so as a junior brother, it was better not to be curious at this time.

This guy who followed the clown is really good at being a man.

Come to think of it, the guys in the Joker's gang who can't be human are probably thrown out to feed Batman a long time ago.

Mason took a few bites of food and reached out to open the black suitcase in his hand, because he didn't activate the incantation of the Traceless Extension, all that appeared in front of Mason's eyes was an ordinary layer of clutter.

The first thing that catches your eye is a dark green jewelry box with several irregular blood-red translucent crystals.

The moment he saw it, Mason held his breath.

He knew what it was.

The moment he touched this thing, a large piece of garbled text suddenly appeared in the field of vision in front of the young man's eyes, and finally converged into a line of prompts two seconds later:

Encounter high-level alchemical creations... Parsing in progress.

Name: Ancient Alchemy Stone / Philosopher's Stone / Nicol Lemay's Philosopher's Stone

Quality: Legendary Alchemy Creation, Perfect Craftsmanship

Traits: Material Transformation, Alternate Reality, Imperonement, Magical Touch, Broken Residue

Effect: Holding the Philosopher's Stone greatly extends the user's natural lifespan and mental deterioration, but cannot delay mental exhaustion.

Using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemy medium will greatly improve the quality of the alchemy product.

When using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemy ingredient and having a complete recipe, the Elixir of Immortality can be crafted.

When alchemy reaches Lv2 or above, you can use Philosopher's Stone as an alchemy medium to purify the quality of your creations or change the physical and magical properties of various materials.

When alchemy reaches Lv4 or above, using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemy medium will increase the chance of crafting a "Masterpiece of Art" alchemy artifact.

When Alchemy reaches Lv6 or above, using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemy medium will increase the chance of crafting a "Perfect Craft" alchemy artifact.

When Alchemy reaches Lv8 or higher, using the Philosopher's Stone as an alchemy medium and holding the full crafting recipe will make it possible to craft a "Legendary Quality" alchemy artifact.

When Alchemy reaches Lv9, you can try to explain the crafting principle of the Magic Stone and include the recipe.

Maker: Nicol Lemay

Item description: Priceless for alchemists and all those who seek immortality!

Important:

The Philosopher's Stone has been shattered by external forces, and although its fragments do not affect the value of the Philosopher's Stone itself, it can no longer be restored to its full form.

As a result, they will be consumed as the number of uses increases, so please use them properly.

Mason put a blood-red shard of the Philosopher's Stone in front of him, and the next moment he looked left and right vigilantly, not that he didn't believe the Kite Man's grateful heart at this time.

The main thing is that this thing is too hot.

Old K came to this world for this thing, and according to him, there has always been a bounty quest within the Stars Society to find the Philosopher's Stone, but no one has been able to find it.

This shows that even in the Stars Society, where the vast supernatural powers can travel through the world to plunder treasures, the Philosopher's Stone also belongs to the category of "treasures".

Mason's current knowledge is completely insufficient to use this thing, except that it can be immortalized with him... But the young man is only 17 years old now, and even if he adds his previous life, he is only in his forties, so it is obviously too early to think about this issue.

So he cautiously closed the jewelry box of the Philosopher's Stone, activated the box's Traceless Extension Charm, and threw it into the bottom of the box's space to hide.

Mason slapped his face to calm himself down.

Mr. Potter must have had his intentions in putting the Philosopher's Stone in the box before he died, and the young man felt that he needed to keep looking.

Maybe we can unravel the truth that this world has suffered a devastated apocalypse?

The other things in the box were much inferior to the broken Philosopher's Stone, but they couldn't be any worse if they could be put together with the Philosopher's Stone.

For example, the Elder wand that was placed next to it was broken into three pieces.

This thing is the last and most damaged Deathly Hallows, and the character card can't give a specific label, but it only indicates that it needs to be enchanted Lv8, Inscription Lv8, and Jewelry Processing Lv8 to be able to repair it.

In addition to this, there were two books in the chest, one large and one small, both in the traditional style of a magic book, with a metal cover and locked with black chains.

Mason picked them up and looked at them, and found them to be Grindelwald and Voldemort's magic books, which contained encyclopedias of dark witchcraft and research on Horcruxes, respectively.

Mason was not a wizard and did not intend to be, so this precious knowledge did not mean much to him.

He continued to rummage, and found a palm-sized journal in a folded blood-stained lady's tunic, wrapped in a red ribbon, which looked quite delicate.

This is Mr. Potter's diary, and the only evidence that can solve the mysteries of the end of this world.

"Smack"

Just as Mason opened the diary, something fell from the diary and smashed into the box in front of him, causing the young man to blink and pick it up.

A golden vintage key, very delicately crafted and full of the heaviness left by the years and time, the character card gives it a unique label:

The key to the principal's office

Producers: Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw

Effect: Safely opens the door to the Headmaster's office without triggering any counter magic

Item description: Find the door, insert the key inside, then open the door and take your things and leave. How hard 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 Hogwarts ruins in the middle of the lake at night, and he played with the key and thought to himself:

"That place is hidden somewhere in the ruins, but I'm too tired, otherwise it's worth looking for, forget it, I'll talk about it next time."

The young man lay by the campfire, resting on his backpack to make himself comfortable, and he put Mr. Potter's diary before him with a sense of unraveling the secret.

The handwriting on the first page is very messy.

It was definitely not something that a wizard with status could write, and the scattered notes seemed to prove that Mr. Potter was already in a terrible situation when he wrote it.

"Hermione is dead."

This first sentence made Mason's eyes widen, and he couldn't wait to look down:

"Before my eyes, she was crushed by the red light from the sky and the shattered earth, and with her was most of the Ministry's elite Aurors.

We are not opponents at all, we cannot be defeated.

And the enemy has only one man ...

Ms. McGonagall was right in her guess, the catastrophe was man-made.

As I write this, I've just escaped from the battlefields of the Ministry of Magic to my alma mater, and I'm waiting for Hagrid to escort the young wizards to join me.

The Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has reached out to us in this terrible time, but communication between the other houses and the Ministry of Magic has been completely cut off.

I don't know if the whole world is okay, but I doubt it.

But my biggest concern right now is whether we have that chance of surviving the apocalypse.

The pen in my hand was trembling, and I could feel the magic and energy around the academy converging abnormally, and the sky was gloomy, which was a bad sign.

Time is running out.

If anyone can see this diary, remember that this zombie plague was caused by the dark things that the 'Destroyers' had hidden around the world in advance.

They also attacked major governments at the same time, just as I saw Buckingham Palace flattened by a black storm that fell from the sky.

Ordinary people's weapons are as powerless against them as our magic, and I've seen at least thirty Death-Seeking Spells enter the red light without harming them in the slightest.

By the time I fled, the military of ordinary people was already 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 state of mind of the Destroyers, but I know they had a plan, and today's destruction is not the beginning, it means it's all over before we can react.

The virus is still spreading, and my wife, Ginny, told me that she had studied the virus with ordinary bioscientists.

It will actively seek out all life and infect it, and with our current magic and technology, we will not be able to crack its secrets anytime soon.

As for the invated, they were already dead when they were infected.

It's only the shell that survives evil, and I feel a lot of pain in my lungs right now... Maybe...

Oh my God, she's coming! As the black storm and the sun and lightning descended like a god, I saw the Ravenclaw Tower crushed like a sandcastle.

I saw the light in her eyes.

She won't let us go, like a litter of rats.

Ironically, in the last moments of my life, I was reminded of those good days.

Especially when I saw Hermione die, I suddenly felt that I should have been braver and not be fooled by the stupid bloodline theory. It may be a little sorry for Ginny and the children, but whatever.

We're all going to die.

Ah, Shakespeare has described his imaginary end countless times, but I guess the great poet must have never seen it with his own eyes.

If it weren't for the imminent destruction of us, I would have commented that this scene was truly spectacular.

The end has come, and it is right before my eyes.

The whole world was darkened, and all hope was extinguished in this moment.

Maybe it was the shattered Resurrection Stone that produced a strange reaction in my heart, but anyway, I saw Dumbledore and Snape, and my parents and Sirius, and the laughing Hagrid behind them.

Lady McGonagall also likes to be a cat at this time...

Hmm, Miss Know-It-all, is that you?

Hold your horses.

You're just one step ahead.

I'm going to keep up..."

The writing of the diary came to an abrupt halt at this moment, like a movie without an ending, and Mason closed the diary, his face not calm in the light of the fire.

He found the answer.

But that didn't make him feel satisfied.

In a state of confusion, he leaned against the trunk of a tree, and after nearly an hour of silence, he fell asleep from exhaustion. And at the beginning of this dream, on the tower of Gotham City, Mason opens his eyes and sees the end described by Mr. Potter.

A black storm swept across the sky, and a dazzling sun fell from the sky.

In the distance, there was a desolation, and beneath their feet were piled up with white skeletons, their black eyes looking at them, surging up like a lake, drowning the young man who could not break free.

Mason shouted anxiously in his dream.

Where's the master? Where's Dachao? Where's Wonder Woman?

Don't you see the end of the world?

You'd better save it.