Making the Philosopher's Stone is not a simple task.

John had been in the alchemy room for two weeks.

The crucible in front of him shone brightly, illuminating the room with blue, red, blue, and purple lights.

As the light stopped, a blue stone appeared inside the crucible.

"Tetsushi, it seems that it needs to be strengthened,"

Picking up the stone, the blue philosopher shone in his hand.

Not the red Philosopher's Stone, which consumes the materials of the entire warehouse.

Rao was like this, and John also kept his face unchanged, but a little disappointed.

Holding the stone tightly, John could feel his magic growing.

This is the third philosopher stone he has ever made, and the first one he made into a wand and gave it to Nagini.

The second he inlays it into the Sword of Silver Wick.

The third piece in his hand, John was going to make something else with it.

The silver ring turned into a limited glove, and he set the diamond into the back of the glove.

With just one, the glove emits blue light fluctuations.

The other five magic crystals connect the magic power to Zheshi's body, increasing its power several times over.

With just a raise of his hand, John reshaped what was in front of him.

A teapot breaks down into the original clay and a chair into wood.

Take out your wand, and with the blessing of the magic crystal and the philosopher, you can simply smash the charm to smash things to the slag.

"It can increase the power of the spell by nearly one level."

Estimated, John's strength of this smashing spell has increased by about one level.

Enchantment Power Amplifier.

The limited glove retracted the ring, and he raised his hand to grasp it in the void.

The Sword of Silver Wick appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the silver sword body had golden lines like shards.

"I need to add something."

Glancing at the blade of the sword, it was covered with fire and arcs.

He spat out strange syllables lightly, "Fight through thorns." ”

The blade of the sword was covered with a thin layer of invisible glass, and it gently slashed through a piece of gold, leaving no trace.

John raised an eyebrow and reached for the gold.

Half has been cut open, and the other half has a smooth incision.

This is a powerful cutting spell he created, and the cut cannot be restored with the repair charm.

"Permanent damage, what has been stripped away cannot be healed again."

It is better to say that it is cut, but it is better to peel it off.

John slashed with a sword, and even magic was separated.

It's a very lethal magic.

Scattering the magic, he adds magic to the Sword of Silver Wick.

Engraved with new magic, the Sword of Silver Wick becomes even more powerful.

After spending a while in the alchemy room, John walked out and came to the office.

He has an extra new product in his hand, the right to exclude.

The name is a bit domineering, and its function is quite explosive in the wizarding world.

This thing is a one-off, and there is no way to fix it.

Once used and irreversible, a forbidden force field covering fifty meters will be formed.

Anyone in the force field will temporarily lose the ability to fly and phantom shift, while suppressing the effect of mana, whether it is themselves or others.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and this necklace relies on magic crystals as a medium, which essentially covers the surroundings with the magic of magic crystals.

As long as the magic power can exceed this magnitude, John calculated, it is probably around level 4 magic power.

In other words, the people that this thing can deal with are limited to this range.

Above this level, the exclusive right will be invalidated.

There aren't many things John makes, it's very rare.

He only placed one in the office.

Tang Mi came over and saw something like a scepter, a little curious, but he suppressed it well.

"My lord, Montungus has already taken care of the advertisement."

This time, Mondungus is very positive, probably trying to regain his favor in front of Johnny's Silver Hand.

John nodded casually, the Quidditch World Cup was approaching, and Barty Crouch appeared more and more frequently in the newspapers.

It's a good sign, Peter Pettigrew seems to have been forgotten by everyone.

Pierce had searched the vicinity of Azkaban, and knowing that Peter Pettigrew was an illegal Animagus, he had captured all the rats.

I still remember Peter Pettigrew, except for the Ministry of Magic, I'm afraid it belongs to Sirius Black.

To regain his innocence, Sirius Black had been to the Ministry of Magic.

In the past, he had been hiding from him, but this time he went in openly, which made Sirius Black very uncomfortable.

He covered his face and strongly asked the Ministry of Magic to let him search Azkaban.

The Ministry of Magic rightfully refused this request, and no one wanted to listen to anyone else's dictation.

Sirius was so angry that he was about to scold, but he didn't know who it was better to scold with his mouth open.

Fudge fell, and Scrimgeour was transferred.

Now no one at the Ministry of Magic scolded him, so he had to go back aggrieved.

I heard that I also went to St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital a few times, hoping to treat the wounds on my face.

Unfortunately, this was Snape's own magic.

The anti-curse is only Snape, and whether he dies or not is the person he has the most to deal with.

Finally turned to Dumbledore's side to get Snape to break the spell.

The price was Sirius's humiliation, the kind that was about to shut himself up.

John had a guess about Peter Pettigrew's escape, reminiscent of the Mark Summons that Lucius had said earlier.

I should have gone to find Voldemort.

"This life is really a little strong, and this is not dead."

John sighed twice, and could only say that this pair of master and servant vitality was strong.

Voldemort didn't say anything, and John of the forest didn't know where it was, and he was originally living by sucking Nagini venom.

Later, Nagini was taken away by John, and Voldemort could not get out of the cabin alone, but he could still live until now.

Peter Pettigrew has been poured so much truth spitting potion that the whole person is basically indistinguishable from a fool.

Under such circumstances, it is a miracle that Peter Pettigrew was able to escape.

John lamented that when the scourge was left behind for a thousand years, Peter Pettigrew appeared in the distant Albanian forest, and he didn't know which hapless man he had snatched the wand from, and he was in a daze.

Time passed.

...

August 22nd.

On this day, Watson's things were more and more important.

The guy named 'Investor' has a vivid hand on China.

It was a group of people at the top who had a lot of resources, and they were the ones who controlled the London underground.

Even Finn Wallace, the man of the hour, is just a pawn in their hands.

Finn Wallace's positive whitewashing attitude angered investors, and that's what happened.

Sean Wallace doesn't know where to get information about those people and wants to get revenge on them.

Watson was implicated, and Uncle Seryosha appeared in person.

John looked at Mrs. Wick's triumphant delicacies and fell into deep thought.

"Mom, why did you add dish soap when you washed the rice just now?"

"That way you can wash it clean, my child."

Mrs. Wick sat down gracefully, and John looked at the banana mango chicken wing rice in front of him in deep thought.

He remembers, Mrs. Wick didn't do this kind of thing to get out of China before?

As long as you say that this is not a Celestial Empire cuisine, you will admit it, why did Mrs. Wick swear that this is a famous cuisine of the Celestial Empire.

That confident look, if it weren't for the fact that John was a member of the Celestial Empire before, he would have believed it.

As he hesitated to tell Mrs. Wick that the dish would be thrown out of the Celestial Empire, he heard a loud bang.

"Boom!"

It was loud, like something had been blown up.

John heard a voice coming from the other side.

When I walked out the door, I saw that the Dursleys had shattered glass.

This was followed by Vernon Dursley's roar.

It's still a familiar recipe, it's still a familiar taste.

Vernon roared hoarsely, and John noticed an electric stove flying out.

"What's going on there?" Mrs. Wick noticed the movement there.

John shrugged and said, "Maybe the fireplace blew up." ”

He didn't know that his casual words had come true.

At the Dursley house.

The grizzled Weasleys wanted to pick up Harry through the fireplace, but he didn't know that the Dursleys had sealed the fireplace long ago.

In order to be able to get out, Mr. Weasley uses a spell to blow up the fireplace.

Vernon Dursley's lungs are about to explode, he has been so kind this holiday, and this group of wizards has repaid him like this!

He couldn't suppress his anger anymore at the moment, and let out all the fire that had been suffocated during this holiday.

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