Chapter 31 Discussion on the Philosopher's Stone and New Guests
"So it is very reasonable for someone to want to steal the Sorcerer's Stone." Hermione said: "Who wouldn't like a thing that can make people live forever and produce unlimited gold?"
"But, since there are such good things, why not make more of them?" Hermione asked with some confusion.
"I think it's not that they don't want to do it, but that they can't do it," Ryan replied.
"Why? Since you can do the first one, what's the difficulty in doing the second one once you master the method?"
"When I was in the Hogwarts library, I read several books about practicing alchemy. Although I couldn't understand much, I remember one thing very clearly. The core of alchemy is the principle of equivalent exchange."
Ryan waited for Hermione to nod her head and then continued: "Then think about it, from the perspective of equivalent exchange, what kind of thing can violate the laws of nature to increase life and at the same time change the nature of matter to create gold?"
Hermione thought for a while and suddenly covered her mouth with her hands as if she was frightened.
"You have also thought about it. Only at the cost of life can such a powerful effect be achieved."
"But...but. Nicoléme is a friend of Professor Dumbledore. He shouldn't be a bad person." Hermione stammered.
Ryan knew as soon as he heard that Hermione had misunderstood. "I didn't say that Nicolas Flamel was a murderer, but when he made the Sorcerer's Stone, there was a large-scale outbreak of the Black Death and smallpox in Paris, where he lived. In view of the science of that era,
Level, infectious diseases caused a large number of deaths. For example, the Black Death broke out in 1353, and the mortality rate in Paris was 40 times higher than usual. And the smallpox outbreak in 1418, at least 60,000 people died in Paris within a month and a half. The loss of these lives
It is very likely that it provided enough raw materials for the production of the magic stone. But there will be very few such opportunities after that."
"I remember there seemed to be this paragraph in elementary school history class." Hermione nodded in agreement. "Then let's quickly write a letter to Harry to tell them that we have found it. This way he and Ron don't have to worry about it during the Christmas holiday.
This is the matter."
"I think they might have forgotten about it a long time ago," Ryan complained.
In the end, because Hermione had something to do, Ryan ran to Diagon Alley alone and wrote today's discovery into a letter and sent it to Harry by owl.
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As Ryan expected, Harry did not use the holiday to look up information. After the holiday, he and Ron had a lot of fun and didn't think much about Flamel.
The dormitory was completely at their disposal, and there were far fewer people in the common room than usual. They were able to occupy some of the more comfortable armchairs by the fire. When Ryan's letter came, they sat there and ate everything they could.
Poke bread, flatbreads, and mushrooms with a spit, while devising plans to get Malfoy expelled. Although none of these plans can be implemented, it is always fun to talk about it.
"Hey, Harry, there's a letter outside." Ron saw an owl standing outside the window, pecking at the glass window, with a letter on its feet.
Harry opened the window, and a gust of wind blew snowflakes into his face. He took the letter, then broke off a small piece of buttered bread from the toast and fed it to the owl. After the owl ate the bread, it flapped its wings and flew away.
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"Who gave it to you?" Ron asked.
Harry tore open the envelope, looked at it, and said to Ron: "Ryan's letter. He said that he and Hermione have found Nicolas Flamel and will tell us when they come back from vacation."
"Hey, I told you a long time ago that Ryan and Hermione, two people who like to read, are better at this kind of thing. Leave it to them." Ron said to Harry while lying lazily in the armchair.
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After that, they completely let go of the matter in their hearts. Ron began to teach Harry how to play wizard chess. Wizard chess was exactly the same as Muggle chess, but its chess pieces were all alive, so it felt more like commanding an army to fight.
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It's just that Harry, who uses other people's chess pieces, is really not as good as Ron, who uses his grandfather's ancestral wizard chess. These chess pieces criticized Harry's chess playing skills, making him dizzy.
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After sending the letter to Harry, Ryan returned to boring homework in the last few days before Christmas, and then chatted with his parents during the break, decorated the home, and repaired some broken things in the storage room.
.As he comes into contact with more and more mechanical products, Ryan's mastery of the "Winter Home Industrial Manual" is getting better and better.
The day before Christmas Eve, Lane even repaired the ancient typewriter in the corner of the storeroom. This made Mr. Lambert very happy because it had been used by his grandfather and was later given to him as an elementary school graduation gift.
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Mrs. Sally polished every button and every part of the typewriter until it shined, and put it in a display cabinet in the living room as a decoration.
In the afternoon, Ryan decided to go out for a walk. After all, he had been doing homework a few days ago so he hadn't gone out.
Just as he walked into the park, without looking around, suddenly Wanjie Grocery Store told him that a new customer came to the door.
Ryan quickly found the public toilet, checked that no one was around, got into a cubicle, locked the door, and then headed to Wanjie Grocery Store.
When he arrived at the shop, Ryan found a customer already standing there waiting.
This person is a middle-aged man who is a little fat and looks a little timid. He is wearing a homespun cotton-padded jacket, with a shaved head and a braid at the back.
When he saw Ryan suddenly appear in the store, he hurriedly knelt down and shouted to the gods for help.
Ryan quickly walked around the counter and pulled him to stand up. After all, it was really hard for people to accept a man of his father's age kneeling in front of him and kowtow.
"Okay, you must be here because you need help with something. If you have any questions, please tell me immediately. Otherwise, how will I know how to help you."
After hearing this, the man was about to kneel down again. But he still stood still in the face of Ryan's angry eyes. "My name is Defu. Because my master was framed by a traitor, my master and I were exiled to Heilongjiang. Now my wife and I
My wife had just given birth to a baby. It was too cold in the underground house where everyone lived, and the baby was also sick. I couldn't help but walked in the yard in a hurry at night, and then I heard a voice calling from somewhere,
We are here. Great Immortal, you must save us."
When Ryan heard this, he felt it sounded familiar. After carefully recalling it, part of his memory of being a middle-aged and elderly person born in the 1990s in his previous life came back to him.
"Is your master the miracle doctor Xilaile?"
"Ah?" Defu opened his mouth in surprise. "The gods also know about my master?"
Ryan waved his hand pretending to be mysterious: "When I was drinking with the Impermanence people, they complained that your master caused them to run away in vain many times."
"Is my master okay?" Defu asked.
"It's okay, your master has accumulated a lot of merit. All they can do is complain."
"Now that you tell me, I need to think about how to help you."
After finishing speaking, Ryan sat behind the counter. He held his chin with one hand and began to think. DeFu stood there cautiously and did not dare to show off.
After a few minutes, Ryan clapped his hands and said, "I know what to do."