Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Mascorie's face froze.

For a moment he couldn't tell whether the Anriel in front of him was joking... or serious.

Even though there was a doll between them, he could still sense the strong aura of death on the Resurrection Stone...

but……

This breath doesn't seem to be entirely death.

And...life?

After all, he is an alchemist with the name of a sage, and he is much more sensitive than ordinary people in observing this kind of aura.

Maskerui saw at a glance that this stone could not only bring real death, but also false survival.

"Resurrection of the dead means injecting the dead soul into a complete body?"

His eyes were burning as he stared at the Resurrection Stone in Anriel's hand.

“The piece in your hand is the Resurrection Stone, one of the three legendary Deathly Hallows, right?

If so, based on my previous question, does it have to be the soul of the original body that can be poured into the body?

Is the body before the soul is added a living organism or a dead corpse?

If it is a dead body, then is it a kind of puppet controlled by a soul?

Anriel...you are alive, both your body and soul are alive...I am absolutely sure of this.

So you are not a puppet.

But is the person you resurrected still alive? Or is he a puppet controlled by someone who is already dead?"

Maskerui became more and more excited as he spoke. It seemed that he had convinced himself.

"...Okay, I can die to do this experiment!"

......

Anriel raised an eyebrow.

I almost forgot, this is a lunatic.

Madman... Madman is good, but a crazy person with high IQ and rationality is even better.

After Regulus went to Paris, the research on the logistics of magic firearms stopped...

Although Maskori was studying human alchemy, his major was not very relevant, but at least he was an alchemist, and he only crossed a small professional line...

Anriel thought about it and felt that this...should be feasible?

All Maskrey wanted was to get better at human puppetry.

Considering that he asked himself whether he was planning a rebellion right from the start, he was obviously not a good person.

"Okay then. You can go to the library and wait for me at noon tomorrow... just go there in person."

Anriel thought for a moment and said:

"You don't necessarily have to die. Perhaps your expertise can help us go deeper into this research."

Mascorie suddenly looked embarrassed.

"What's wrong?"

Anriel was curious.

"Anriel... You should know that my sage name is inherited from my family."

"I know."

"Then my knowledge of alchemy must also be a secret book kept secret by my family."

Mascorie looked tangled:

"There is a spell in our blood that cannot be leaked..."

Then, before Anriel could speak, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"That's right! It can't be leaked!"

Anriel suddenly had a bad feeling:

"Calm down..."

"Anriel, you are 16 years old this year?"

"...Yeah...right..."

Anriel hesitated and gave an affirmative answer.

"That's great! You are seven years older than me, and this magical number is enough for us to establish a relationship that is recognized by family magic!"

Anriel was curious:

"So, based on this recognized relationship, what would you call me?"

Maskerui looked excited and shouted without hesitation...

"godfather!"

......

Um...ah?

You just called it out in such a sweet voice?

Me? The Godfather?

Are you serious?

Anriel's eyebrows were almost twisted into a "川" shape.

Although a considerable number of wizards are Protestants, which gave rise to the "title" of Godfather in the wizarding world... but magic itself is a blasphemous thing.

So this can also be recognized by family magic?

Anriel has learned a lot.

Moreover, according to the definition of the godfather, Mascorie recognized a godfather whom he had just known for less than a hundred days in just a few seconds...

This is so presumptuous.

"We'll talk about this later. We'll do it when we have time."

Maskori nodded and agreed with Anriel's statement. After all, there were still several months from the first round to the second round.

"Then I'll go back first, Godfather."

Anriel felt a subtle pain in his heart... He changed his mind right away? Without even the slightest hesitation or resistance?

He is truly a man who has both morals and abilities, integrity and integrity, and dignity and faith...

However, Anriel didn't lose out anyway.

This resurrection stone is really a business that makes a lot of money without any investment...

Maskri and Anriel separated, one went to the rescue tent and the other went straight back to the castle.

The clues to the golden eggs are unified, and Bagman will tell them how to open the golden eggs.

However, the clues on the golden dragon scales are different. The only one who got the most golden dragon scales, "Carmen", doesn't care about these at all. She didn't mention even a word about golden dragon scales in the conversation just now.

Who cares about that?

Oh... Fleur, Sophante, Cedric, Harry and Krum all care...

I can't stand it any longer.

The next game will be on February 2th of next year, so everyone has plenty of time... to recover.

However, if magic is used to ensure recovery, both Cedric and Krum should be able to make it to the grand Christmas ball.

Anriel recalled that before the first match, Krum still frequently went to the library...

The international athlete still seemed fascinated by the intellectual Hermione.

Never mind. Hermione and Ron are no longer together now. It wouldn't be bad if these two could get together...

Anriel walked down the stairs to the common room.

Anriel didn't know what the atmosphere was like in other colleges, but the Ravenclaw common room was definitely filled with a group of curious kids waiting for him to "tell stories".

I guess the Gryffindor common room must be quite lively today, right?

Hmm? The Hufflepuff common room, you ask?

Cedric is still lying in the school hospital wrapped up like a dumpling——

Anriel shrugged and just as he opened the door to the Ravenclaw common room, Luna raised her little head by the fireplace and looked at him eagerly.

"Does it look good?"

"Yeah! It's exciting!"

Luna nodded excitedly.

I saw that she was holding something that looked like a tablet in her hand... In fact, judging from its function, this thing should indeed be called a tablet.

Whether it was a fixed perspective or the dragon's moving perspective, just like a camera following the shot, as long as Luna wanted, she could even see the dragon's first-person perspective on this tablet -

It's like watching a live broadcast.

No, this seems to be a live broadcast...

This is the new equipment prepared by Anriel, which replaces most electrical signals with magic commands.

He plans to use this equipment in the second and third rounds of the game -

After all, a bunch of spectators gathered by the lake, waiting for the Warriors for two hours is too...

Could it be that their cheers can only be heard at the moment when the warriors enter and exit the water?