Ministry of Magic.

When Fudge came to work at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore had been waiting in his office for a long time.

"Dumbledore?"

Fudge was taken aback, and there was a kind of tremor of an elementary school student when he saw the head teacher.

"You...... What are you doing here? He looked very uneasy, and put his top hat on the hanger very restrainedly.

In the more than a month since Dumbledore disappeared, Fudge felt more at ease than ever. There was no need to ask for advice, all policies were decided by himself, and to be honest, for the first time in his long tenure, he really felt that he was the Minister of Magic.

Previously, he was more of a puppet of Dumbledore.

All this time has passed, and nothing seems to have gone wrong, right?

Fudge didn't want to see Dumbledore return.

It would have been better for him without Dumbledore. Although it was Malfoy who drove Dumbledore away, but now Fudge himself has become a beneficiary, and after seeing Dumbledore, he is naturally a little weak.

"I'll get a few things, Fudge. I think- Voldemort-"

Fudge's face turned pale, and he said with a shudder, "Don't mention that name, Dumbledore." ”

Dumbledore said sternly, "I know there was too much panic and death left behind by the name back then, but now, it's just a name. Fear of it only exacerbates the fear itself, which does little good. ”

"I, I guess we'd better tell me what you've come here for." Fudge sweated on his forehead and skipped the topic.

Dumbledore continued, "I wonder if his wand is still in the Ministry of Magic?" Nobody came here to steal it, right? ”

The Ministry of Magic has a special department that is used to keep the wands of some criminals. The wands of many of the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban are still kept in good place by the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic does not usually punish pure-blooded wizards with broken wands, as it is easy for pure-blood wizards to get a new wand. Not everyone believes in wands and chooses wizards.

"Yes, that man's wand, of course, is the most tightly guarded, but it's just ......"

"I just wanted to make sure, Fudge, and besides," Dumbledore blinked, "I also wanted to get something for another student in advance." ”

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It takes some craftsmanship and steps for the fountain of life to condense into the Philosopher's Stone, but after solving the biggest problem, the rest is nothing.

Two days before the mandrake was fully ripe, the crimson "fountain of life" in the crucible finally coalesced into a bright red, but somewhat cloudy, irregular prismatic stone.

It looks like a small red crystal, and like a ripe pomegranate fruit.

"It finally worked."

Cyrus was pleasantly surprised to hold the philosopher's stone, the magic contained in the stone was enough to refine an endless elixir of immortality, and it was even easier to turn a stone into gold. With a little attempt, he immediately turned a table into gold.

It's not just the outside, Cyrus cuts open the table, and even the inside turns to gold.

Then, he extracted a vial of blood-red potion from the Philosopher's Stone and drank it down, and as the hot blood flowed down his throat, Cyrus clearly felt a wave of life magic begin to spread inside Ginny's body, filling in the missing part of her life.

The Philosopher's Stone is really done.

However, it is still a mystery whether the Philosopher's Stone can create a living, living, living shell. Voldemort had the idea of beating the Philosopher's Stone, but it didn't work out in the end.

But Sellers didn't have time to wait any longer.

The afternoon before the mandrake matured, Harry and Ron found an opportunity to go to the bathroom, and Cyrus didn't want the two of them to find out where the secret room was at this juncture, not to mention-

"Hermione has something to say to you in the school doctor's office." He whispered, cast a spell on himself, and clutched the map tightly in his hand.

By this time, his breathing was getting heavier.

He knew it wasn't nervousness, it was excitement.

"McGonagall is on patrol on the third floor, I need to make a noise and lead her through."

Sellers walked briskly around the castle and met Lockhart, who was walking back to his office with his hair around the corner on the fifth floor. Then he saw Harry and Ron sneak out of the Gryffindor team and into a small alley.

"Wouldn't it be better for us to take Mr. Riddle with us?"

He heard Ron whisper to Harry.

"I mean, he's a student of the same age as Myrtle, and maybe Myrtle will be a little more open when she sees someone who is in the same situation as herself."

"But we're too late." Harry reminded, "Ginny and we are not in the same grade. ”

"You're right." Ron said. They didn't even get a chance to go back and get the Cloak of Invisibility.

Cyrus brushed past the two of them, and suddenly, Harry paused and looked back.

He seemed to see a familiar shadow, and there seemed to be a strange feeling in his heart—it seemed that at this moment, he was brushing shoulders with his fate.

But there was nothing there, only a ray of sunlight shining in, and dust gently beating in the empty hallway.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"It's nothing, let's go."

The two of them didn't dare to delay too long, but Cyrus turned the corner and deliberately made a noise that drew McGonagall.

"Potter! Weasley! What are you doing? Professor McGonagall's mouth pursed into a line and looked sternly at the two of them, "I hear where you are going?" ”

"We want—we want to—" Ron stammered, "we want to go—go see—"

"Hermione." Harry said. Both Ron and Professor McGonagall looked at him.

"It's been a long time since we've seen her, Professor." Harry stepped on Ron's foot and said, "We were going to sneak to the hospital and tell her that the mandrake was about to grow and tell her not to worry. ”

Cyrus nearly cried when he heard McGonagall being moved by the two of them, and he moved on, dismantling the illusion charm at the bathroom door.

He looked up at the walls of the hallway, where the words he had left last time were still there, as if no one in the entire castle had been able to clean them up.

This time, he needed to leave something new behind-

"Her bones will remain in the Chamber of Secrets forever."

The bright red text seemed to be written in blood, stinging everyone who saw it with fear.