Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

"Of course, you didn't live up to my expectations. Although you couldn't cast magic smoothly, you managed to kill the most influential dark wizard." LeMay looked at him with a smile.

"And ate my precious Philosopher's Stone," he added.

As soon as he mentioned this, Auston was very embarrassed, "I'm so sorry, sir, I just didn't want Voldemort to get the Philosopher's Stone at first, I didn't think about it so much."

He kept apologizing.

"It's okay, child," Lemay smiled and waved his hand, "that Philosopher's Stone is for you."

"For me?" Auston raised his head and pointed to his nose in surprise.

"Or, to be more precise, you were destined to eat that magic stone, but I didn't expect it to merge into your body under that circumstance." Lemay winked at him mysteriously,

"Do you know what the magic stone was transformed into by me?"

Although Auston was very clear in his heart, it was obvious that LeMay still wanted to solve the mystery, so he could only pretend to be ignorant and shook his head.

"Ha, I added a lot of thorn grass to it." LeMay explained happily, as if he wanted to praise his wit. .

Through these few days of study, Auston already knew that thorn grass has the effect of healing wounds and speeding up metabolism in alchemy and potion making. I just didn't expect how Lemay added the medicinal properties of thorn grass to the Philosopher's Stone. You must know that the properties of spar are relatively fixed. Plants and animal viscera can only be used to dissolve the dirt on the surface of the spar, or use herbal excipients with the same properties to slightly strengthen the effect of the spar. But it is very difficult to directly add the medicinal properties of the herb to the properties of the spar like this.

"My children are leaving one after another. You must have questions. Why did my children die early after I lived for so many years."

Just as Auston was still thinking about how he added the herb to the Philosopher's Stone, LeMay's voice suddenly deepened.

Auston didn't say anything, this was obviously not a happy memory.

"Actually, they all lived to be over a hundred years old," LeMay continued.

"However, immortality does not mean immortality. Immortality medicine can only bring vitality, but cannot heal the wounds on the body. My children have been involved in various incidents and wars, and have left me and Petitrel one after another. Thinking that if I choose an heir, then I must keep him safe. So I almost bought out the French thorn grass to experiment, and finally succeeded in adding it to the Philosopher's Stone. The turnover is integrated into your body and saves your life." LeMay pointed to Auston's chest and said seriously.

Auston was quite agitated, which made him understand the expectations and responsibilities on his shoulders.

"As long as the speed of your injury is within the healing time of the thorn grass, there will be no danger to your life. Of course, you don't need to thank me, I also want to ensure the continuation of the knowledge of the Lemay family."

Auston nodded heavily. LeMay also put away his serious face and smiled kindly.

"Come on, I'm going to tell you the history of ancient Rune first. Although you can learn it at Hogwarts when you reach the third grade, your professor may not be as good as me."

LeMay pushed the book aside, pulled out a wad of parchment from the drawer under the desk, dipped ink with a quill pen, and wrote a few letters on the paper.

"The ancient Rune we often speak of is Rune Rune," Lemay explained.

"The rune first appeared in the Germanic tribes and in central and eastern Europe. The meaning of some runes may have been influenced by alphabetic systems in other regions, such as Greek, Etruscan, and early Roman. The rune uses a straight line The strips are used to construct characters that can be easily engraved on wood or stone. The earliest rune steles date back to the end of the third century BC, when many well-qualified scholars began to study the rune script.”

LeMay spoke carefully, and Auston listened carefully.

Then he talked about the meaning of each rune letter and the English character it represented.

Soon, the sun went down, and Auston still felt unfulfilled.

"Okay, let's end the day here," LeMay handed Auston the parchment he wrote on. "It will be good for you to go back and study it a little more."

"Next we have to see what's in the stove." Lemay said to him with a smile.

Auston carefully rolled the parchment and put it in the dragonskin bag he carried with him. He followed LeMay to the basement.

After entering the studio, they still picked up the helmets and breastplates and armed them.

And the crystal furnace inside has long since returned to calm, and the disgusting liquid has disappeared.

Auston and LeMay lifted the furnace lid together. He found that only a layer of ash with a faint aroma remained at the bottom of the furnace.

Auston picked up the big spoon by the stove, put it in and stirred it up, only to hear a thud—the spoon hit something hard, and he stroked the ashes with the spoon, revealing a black stone, which he carefully placed The stone was scooped out and held in his hand to examine it carefully.

I saw a thin line about two-thirds of the way around the thing, which horizontally separated the black stone above and a small part of the purple spar below.

"Is this... is it successful?"

He handed the stone to Lemay suspiciously.

"Alas," Lemay sighed after taking the stone,

"The place where it is written in the book is stained a lot, and I always can't control the amount of timothy. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Uh... Isn't that a bit of a success?" Auston pointed to one-third of the purple spar on that side, hoping that such consolation would work.

LeMay shook his head, put the stone in a small cutting machine on the workbench, flipped the switch, and the noise of cutting the stone resounded throughout the floor. Auston also hurriedly covered his ears.

Amid the rattling noise, Auston noticed that LeMay was always staring at the cutting machine and thinking.

After a while, the stone was cut, and Lemay calmed down. He walked up to take out the contents, and carefully stroked the cut surface of the purple spar with his old fingers.

"I originally planned to extract half of the Nimien spar this time, but it still doesn't work."

The expression on his face was extremely disappointed.

He threw the black half into the trash can for recycling waste, and then handed the spar in his hand to Auston and asked him to put it in the cabinet.

After that, LeMay left the basement with a sigh. Auston could see his loneliness from his back.

If it weren't for the next accidental eavesdropping, he wouldn't understand why this matter was so important to Lemay. Auston always felt that he had just broken a stone. It's not a big deal.

It was really an accident...

That night, Auston translated a small rune in the book before going to bed, and wanted to go to Lemay to give him a review, so he went out in his pajamas with the book and parchment in his arms.

He walked directly to Lemay's bedroom on the first floor, and just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard words from inside.

"It's okay, Nico, you still have something to do, so let me go first."

It was Madame Lemay, and her words were filled with infinite sadness and reluctance.

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