Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

In the room, Veronica is packing her luggage. After seeing Stone, she said with half surprise and half complaint:

"I thought you wouldn't come!"

"Sorry." Stone smiled apologetically, "There was a little accident."

"You weren't beaten by your master, were you?" Veronica said with a smile.

"Haha - haha ​​-" Stone laughed awkwardly.

"Stop being so silly, come in and let me see the recorder you and your master made."

With that said, Veronica turned her body sideways and introduced Stone into the room.

After entering the house, Stone sat on the sofa in the living room, opened the first wooden box, and said:

"My master made this."

The moment the wooden box was opened, Veronica was deeply attracted by the recorder wrapped in satin.

"Wow - it's so beautiful. Is it made of amethyst?" she asked intently.

"Yes."

"Can I try it?" she continued.

"Of course, this is yours."

Having said that, Stone was still a little nervous. His knowledge of making recorders was obtained from reading books. It must be in line with public standards, but whether it would be suitable for professional musicians is unknown.

While Stone was thinking wildly, Veronica had already picked up the recorder and put it to her lips.

"Du-du-du-du..."

It must be admitted that Veronica was attracted by its purple-gold, blurry appearance, and after trying a few notes, she found that she had fallen in love with this recorder.

Generally speaking, the sound of wooden recorders is warm and simple, with a certain pastoral style, and can interpret many musical styles. Therefore, she prefers wooden recorders during major performances.

But this crystal recorder, while retaining all the timbres of the wooden recorder, also gave it an ethereal quality. Veronica instantly came up with many performance styles for different music types.

Maybe it was because of the timbre, or maybe it was psychological. In short, it was impossible for her to put down the recorder again.

"Are you really going to send me away?" Veronica asked in disbelief.

"Of course, you haven't forgotten..."

"Thank you." Veronica put the recorder directly into the wooden box and locked it. Her tone was overflowing with excitement and she said, "I didn't forget. Let me take a look at your work."

"Oh! Of course!"

Stone opened the wooden box and took out the purple flute. He quietly moved the rose ratchet to the storage position.

"Can I specify the track?" Stone asked tentatively.

"can."

While speaking, Veronica had already taken Stone's purple flute.

The two recorders are almost identical, except that the recorder made by Stone has a simpler pattern. She really prefers the recorder with a more complicated pattern.

"What music do you want to listen to?" After saying that, she put the breather of the recorder to her lips.

"Is Scarborough Fair okay?"

"Scarpaolo Bazaar" is a relatively simple song, and sometimes, simple songs sound better. Some top musicians will also add some of their own designs to the music. In a way, this kind of song sounds better. The music can better reflect the skill of the performer.

As Stone's words fell, Veronica's fingers moved dexterously, and with her steady breath, a song full of sensitive poetry and subtle resentment began to sing around the rafters.

Close your eyes, the warm smell of autumn hay mixed with the fragrance of wild flowers, carried by the desolate autumn wind, passing by the earth and fields, passing by the rivers that are about to freeze and the sea that sighs forever, a wandering bard sings alone The sad song disappeared between heaven and earth.

The song ended, but the emotions lingering in my heart could not go away for a long time.

Stone slowly opened his eyes, clapped his hands like a seal, shook his head and praised:

"As expected of Ms. Veronica."

"It's Miss, I'm not married yet."

"Okay, Mrs. Veronica."

"You -" Veronica shook her head helplessly, and then carefully examined the recorder in her hand.

After a long time, she said: "If this recorder is really made by you, then it can be said that at least in terms of recorder making, you are no less than your master."

"......thanks."

After hearing Stone's silence, Veronica seemed to have misunderstood something and said:

"Don't underestimate yourself. This recorder of yours is worthy of a name. Does it have a name?"

"Yes." Stone nodded, "It's called 'Purple Flute'."

"Well, it's a very vivid name." Then, she looked at her own one, "What about it?"

"It's also called 'Purple Flute'." Stone said, "But if you don't like it, just change it yourself."

"No, I won't change it. I quite like this name too." Veronica handed Stone's recorder back and said, "Cape, let's leave our contact information. I have a hunch that you will become the most powerful One of the craftsmen."

"Um - thanks, but I'm eleven and don't have a mobile phone."

"What about the landline?"

"No, we usually use flying cats to pass messages." Stone said half-truthfully.

"Hahahaha——" Stone's words made her tremble. She smiled and said, "You are really interesting. If you don't want to give it, forget it, but at least give me a contact address?"

"No need, we will meet again when we are destined." Stone put two fingers on the side of his forehead and waved forward, "Goodbye."

After bowing slightly, he turned and left the room.

"okay, bye......"

Seeing the door close, the disappointment in Veronica's eyes finally overflowed. It's strange. She is obviously a child, but why does she feel worried about gains and losses?

... ...

After returning to the hotel, Stone lay down on the bed.

After carving the five runes, Stone was already very weak, and because he didn't get enough rest, Stone took a nap in the afternoon.

After waking up, Stone leaned on the bedside and stared blankly at the scenery of the Nile River.

The final round of the competition lasted seven days, and with extreme efficiency, he completed the entries in only three days. He didn't know what to do for a while.

"Forget it, let's go to the alchemy room again and at least put away the crystals." Stone muttered to himself and entered the alchemy room.

In the alchemy room, Stone saw at a glance the scrap left behind when making the purple flute.

What did you say you were going to do?

Oh yes, I am thinking of making a bracelet.

Just do it, Stone picked up the tools and sharpened the amethyst.

After finishing the bracelet, there was still a large piece left. He glanced at the two rings on his right hand - they were broken off with a silver fork, which was a bit hasty. Let's make a few new ones with amethyst.