Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Making fine parts requires the use of a microscope.

During the day, when he was not in class, Stone would sit at the workbench and carefully grind each part through the eyepiece.

Usually, Hermione would sit next to him. At first, she just watched silently, but she would understand a little more after seeing more, so she could help a little later. Hand me something or something.

In the evening, Stone would put down the work at hand, close Hermione's book, and leave the alchemy room to Luna to take care of, and then he would take Hermione out for a walk.

Hermione would be a little resistant at first, but after a while, when everyone no longer looked at her with narrow eyes, she became calmer.

In this way, more than ten days passed, and there were many more precision parts in Stone's storage cabinet, and Hermione's desensitization plan was successfully completed.

Halloween Eve.

The Gryffindor trio gathered under the Ravenclaw Tower, and Hermione went to the alchemy room to call out Stone.

"Are we leaving now?"

"Yes..." Harry replied.

"Why do you feel like you're not very happy?" Stone asked curiously.

"Alas -" Harry sighed, "Did you know? The banquet in the Great Hall has already begun. I saw the bat decorations flying around, and the lanterns Hagrid carved from huge pumpkins. It is said that Dumbledore Principal Lido also booked a skeleton dance troupe..."

The words were full of envy and regret. Stone was fine, but Hermione was furious:

"You promised to attend the death anniversary party, you can't go back on it!"

"..."

"..." Stone also fell silent. It turned out that Hermione wanted to attend this party more.

"I know." Harry said gloomily, "So I'm here - let's go..."

Now that everyone is here, it's time to go. I feel sorry for Stone, who could have attended a normal party. Harry thought a little embarrassed.

Getting to Sir Nicholas's banquet requires passing through the Great Hall.

As he passed by, Stone saw the walls decorated with lights, the shadows of bats flickering in the dark clouds, the candlelight shining on the table, and the dazzling gold tableware placed on it.

He could understand what Harry was saying.

But I still think my girlfriend is right. Halloween dinner is held every year, and the 500th anniversary of death is not something we often see.

They walked towards the underground classroom. The corridors were also filled with candles, but unlike those in the auditorium, the candles here were all black and thin, which flickered with blue light when burning without any warmth.

The further you go down, the temperature gradually decreases.

"It feels like the world of the dead~" Stone said.

The sudden sound startled everyone else, including Hermione.

It could be seen that a trace of regret appeared on Hermione's face, who originally insisted on coming.

"Huh-" Hermione took a deep breath, and then patted Stone's arm.

Suddenly, there was a very harsh sound from deep in the corridor, like a thousand fingernails scraping back and forth on a blackboard.

The slapping movement stopped, Hermione frowned, and then covered Stone's ears with her hands.

She knew that Stone's hearing was very sensitive, and this sound... was a bit lethal.

"Hey~" Stone carried Hermione on his back, letting her plug his ears, and turned the corner with Harry and Ron.

At the end of the corner, Sir Nicholas stood in the doorway, hung with a black velvet curtain.

"My dear friends," he said sadly, "Welcome, welcome... I'm so happy that you can come."

"Can you change the music?" Hermione, who covered Stone's ears, said bluntly, "My boyfriend can't listen to this kind of sound. If you can't change it..."

"Of course it can be changed." Sir Nicholas took off his feathered hat and waved towards the room.

When the blaring music turned into more normal death rock, he put his hat on his chest, bowed slightly, and invited them in.

"Thank you."

After nodding in greeting, Stone walked in with Hermione on his back.

The sight in front of me was unbelievable. The entire classroom was blue and black, and the chandelier overhead was covered with thin black candles. Under the dim blue candlelight were black walls and carpets... .

The room was crowded with milky-white, translucent figures. It looked like there were hundreds of them. They were swimming around on the crowded dance floor, dancing a weird waltz to the roar of the music.

The living people broke into the kingdom of ghosts. A few of them stayed at the door blankly, their breath forming clouds of mist, as if they had entered the middle of the winter night.

"Let's... take a look around?" Harry stamped his feet, trying to warm up his body by walking around.

"Okay." Ron nodded and said nervously: "But be careful not to pass through anyone's body, it will be very cold."

Stone could understand the coldness of the two of them, but he couldn't empathize with it - he and Hermione could keep each other warm, hehe~

Harry and Ron, who were rubbing their hands from the cold, had no idea what Stone was thinking. Ron just waved to them and then walked slowly along the edge of the dance floor.

Here, Stone saw the rare Lady Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw, and the Bloody Barrow, who also rarely appeared.

In addition to them, there were a group of glum nuns I had never seen before, and a knight with an arrow stuck in his forehead was chatting with the fat monk of Hufflepuff.

"A very intuitive way to die." Stone muttered impolitely.

"Oh, no!" Hermione said suddenly, "Turn around, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle!"

"Who?" Stone asked after turning around quickly.

"She was in a toilet in the girls' bathroom on the second floor."

"Flush toilet?"

"Yes!" Hermione on Stone's back leaned down, "Because she kept losing her temper, the toilet often broke down and splashed water everywhere. If we had the choice, we would try to avoid it. There - because she loves to scream and cry, it's horrible."

"Oh -" Stone understood, "That's really scary."

Think about it, when you are squatting on the toilet, a ghost suddenly rushes in through the door panel, starts crying and screaming without saying anything...

Uh ~

After hearing Hermione's description, Harry and Ron also looked disgusted.

However, this dislike did not last long, because Ron found something to eat, waved his hand, and rushed over with the others.