Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

After confirming that there was no danger, Memphis regained his voice a little and introduced Stone one by one:

"Thoth also serves as the moon god. This scepter should be the legendary crescent scepter..."

There were no murals on the wall, but there were words. Memphis walked over very lightly:

"It's the Proverb of Heliopolis."

"What's that?" Stone asked.

"I don't know." Memphis shook his head, "That's what it says on the mural."

"is that useful?"

"Have."

This time, Memphis nodded affirmatively.

Something that can attract tracking cats must be useful and must be extremely valuable.

"Then write it down quickly. Write it down and leave quickly."

As he spoke, Stone took out his notebook and pen.

When preparing to copy, he glanced at Hermione, then at Axel, and finally at Ron:

"You can look around, but don't touch anything, especially the skeleton and the scepter in his hand."

"Understood." Ron nodded hastily.

He didn't feel any discomfort with Stone's special reminder. When he first came in, he had gotten into trouble and suffered losses because of this.

Besides, that tall skeleton looked so terrifying that it was too late to hide, let alone move forward.

"Well..." Stone was still worried and looked at Hermione and Axel, "Watch him and use magic if necessary."

"..."

"Uh, okay." Axel smiled.

With double assurance, Stone turned his attention to the mural.

Heliopolis should be a place name, and the proverbs here should be the... code of conduct in the initial period of society's formation?

Because they were relatively simple sentences, Stone could probably understand them a little, so he copied them and read them silently in his mind to strengthen his learning of these hieroglyphics.

"In all things, people will naturally gain wisdom from experience.

“—Coming from pursuit, seeking the wisdom of the world may not necessarily bring you what you want, but seeking the wisdom of wisdom can always be obtained;

"——To gain wisdom from experience, you must listen to the words of wisdom and act according to the call of wisdom.

"..."

Is this a motto?

While reading silently, Stone structured the words in his mind.

It seems to be the principles of life and work, but it has been processed into a spell that can mobilize the power of magic and be used for alchemy?

So, how to apply it?

Stone had seen the Ramadan sisters making alchemy using classical spells.

They selected suitable sentences from an entire spell book, deconstructed and reorganized them, and then used a simple ritual to transfer the power brought by the spell to the Sword in the Stone and the Sword in the Lake.

That time they used ancient poetry and the words on the walls were proverbs.

In terms of intensity, proverbs are definitely stronger than poems, which is why the cat couldn’t wait to get in.

But even if these maxims are obtained in advance, when refining the Sword in the Lake, poems that have the effect of destroying evil are more suitable, even if they are not that powerful.

So, the point is selection, and what they're doing is enriching the spell library... Does the number of spells represent the upper limit of the genre?

The limitations are too high. Fortunately, my in-depth research is in other fields.

While thinking about it, Stone began to copy slowly.

... ...

On the other side, out of his own fear and the guards of Hermione and Axel, Ron avoided the skeleton from a distance and wandered aimlessly in the sacrificial hall.

Compared to alchemy, he cares more about magic and gold coins.

Magic can't help it, there are hieroglyphs here, and even if there is a way to improve the level, he can't understand it.

Money was no problem. Although he didn't help much and was suspected of being a hindrance, he had joined the adventure anyway, so it wasn't too much to get a participation prize.

This participation prize was huge, and he had lost the motivation to continue the treasure hunt... just wander around and rest for a while, and wait for them to finish copying and return together.

His movements and expressions were all written on his face. As a friend who had thwarted Voldemort's two conspiracies together, Hermione could easily understand his true thoughts, so she slowly relaxed her vigilance.

And just as she and Axel were relaxing, Ron slowly floated to the back of the tall seat.

He didn't have any purpose, he just wanted to look around and add some details so that he could brag to Harry when he went back...until he saw a small altar behind the seat and a piece of grandmother standing above the altar. Green slate.

Under the shining silver light, the emerald green stone slabs exuded an oily brilliance, which instantly attracted Ron's attention.

This must be a treasure!

Ron thought, then moved slowly.

You can't touch the skeleton and the scepter, but this altar is so far away that you can take it down!

In this case, when the time comes to distribute the treasures, if I hand this over, I will definitely get more gold coins!

After thinking about it, Ron stood in front of the altar, his eyes glowing with fanaticism, as if he was bewitched.

"Rumble, rumble—"

Suddenly, the sacrificial hall began to tremble violently, and unlike the Karnak Temple, dust really fell from the ceiling.

"!!!"

For the first time, Stone turned around and looked for Ron.

Behind him, Axel, who was bored, and Hermione, who was staring at him, suddenly woke up and looked at the ceiling.

"...Where's Ron?" Stone asked helplessly.

"Yes, Ron!" Hermione yelled, "Where is it, come out!"

"Hehe..." Ron got out from behind the seat and shook the emerald slate in his hand, "I'm here."

"W-Weasley!!!"

Stone shouted, suppressing the anger in his heart, and looked at the confused Ramadan sisters:

"Stop standing still and run!"

After stuffing the notebook with him, Stone grabbed Hermione and ran out of the sacrificial hall.

"Run—"

The Ramadan sisters reacted, and Axel grabbed Ron and followed them.

Stone and Hermione in front.

The Ramadan sisters were in the middle, and Nyx handed Memphis her wand and notebook, who put them into a small bag with his own, and then the two of them jumped up together.

Nyx took to the air and transformed into an owl.

Memphis jumped forward and transformed into a cheetah, carrying the small bag.

Axel, who was following behind, held onto Ron with one hand and waved his wand with the other hand to resist the black stone that collapsed from behind.

Crack followed everyone closely.

Behind them was a bottomless black abyss, with several people running away, while Thoth in the sacrificial hall stared at them, the corners of his pale-skinned mouth curved.