NABC Chapter 99 A Small Bet
Chapter 99 A Small Bet
Chapter 99 A Small Bet
"Six directions, that's the key point we wanted to tell you." Dumbledore still sounded puzzled.
Because it's different from a normal six-pointed star magic circle.
Beyond that group of reefs, there are four magical nodes positioned at the four cardinal directions on the horizontal plane.
The other two nodes are located in the air directly above and in the ground directly below.
"The magical nodes at the top, bottom, and four directions communicate and flow to form an octahedron."
Nicolas Flamel envisioned such an alchemy array in his mind, only to find that he had never seen or learned of this type of alchemy array in all his years of study.
Normally, alchemical arrays on the same horizontal plane are more stable.
Once the upper and lower spaces are separated, the octahedral alchemy array becomes extremely unstable and generally cannot be used to forge a complete product. At most, this unstable alchemy array can be used to impart certain properties to alchemical items.
"Perhaps the alchemical array you see is not the one used when this sword was forged—it must have been added later," Nicolas Flamel said.
"Have you found out who used this sword to commit the massacre?"
"Based on my and Gale's thoughts, and the evidence we found, it was this sword that committed the massacre on its own." Life is hard, Dumbledore sighed.
"It has intelligence?" Nicolas Flamel wondered. Intelligent alchemical artifacts are not rare, but intelligent alchemical weapons are extremely rare.
What normal alchemist would attach ideas to their weapons?
Is it so that, during the fight, the weapon will loudly teach its user how to fight?
"We don't know either. This level of alchemical artifact needs your judgment." Gale rarely spoke a word to Nicolas Flamel.
Suddenly, a creaking sound came from the spiral staircase, and then the principal's office door was pushed open.
"As expected, my guess was right," Ryan said naturally. "It perfectly confirms the answer I wanted to give to Professor Nicolas Flamel."
Then he saw the old man who had never seen Dumbledore before, sitting in the same spot where Dumbledore had been. "This must be Mr. Gale. I've heard so much about you."
"I've heard so much about you?" Gale chuckled strangely.
"I've truly heard so much about you," Ryan said honestly. A man so devoted to the revival of his race, even if his actions were somewhat extreme...
He could understand. Especially now that they needed him to be one of the strongest backers in the wizarding world, they needed to treat him with kindness.
"You're quite bold, student," Gale said to Dumbledore.
"What was that conjecture you were about to share?" Dumbledore asked, somewhat reluctant to talk to Gale, instead inquiring about what Ryan had said before entering the room.
"It's like the Philosopher's Stone. I've never understood where the immense magic contained within it comes from," Ryan said, slowly walking to the headmaster's desk and picking up the short sword.
"Just like this short sword, why did I feel like something was pressed against my neck as soon as I entered the room, giving me a chilling feeling? Because it was infused with killing intent."
"The same goes for the Philosopher's Stone. When Professor Flamel forged the Philosopher's Stone, he did not merely transform matter into matter. Rather, he extracted the desire for immortality and the yearning for turning stone into gold from the desires of all intelligent beings, including wizards and ordinary people, and infused these concepts into the Philosopher's Stone."
He was both surprised and amazed, his eyes opened wide, and when he found connections and evidence in different books and then thought about this, he was shocked to find that the wizarding world was much more complex than he had imagined.
The truly top-tier alchemical creations are not simply about exchanging substances; they can actually involve conceptual things!
Following this line of thought, he realized that the existence of alchemical artifacts like the Time-Turner, which were practically bugs in the magical world, was not entirely incomprehensible.
Because the endless magic in the Philosopher's Stone comes from the concepts that Nicolas Flamel extracted and applied to the Philosopher's Stone, magic does indeed span both the material and the spiritual realm to a certain extent, and the unidirectional physical rules of time may not be able to restrain the mind.
"Thanks to Professor Flamel for allowing me to look at his collection of books from so many years, I feel that my understanding of magic, and even my own magic power, has undergone a leap forward," Ryan said. He suspected that his magical growth period would be given a big surprise by this wave called "enlightenment".
"This short sword is also a crystal artifact infused with a concept, except it's for killing." He merely placed his fingers lightly on the blade.
Even when the finger was still a centimeter or two away from the blade, a bloodstain appeared on it.
As the bloodstains appeared, he felt his strength draining away. It was just a small wound, but it felt more dangerous than being disemboweled.
He took out white safflower from his ring and confidently applied it: "Don't worry, everyone, there's something to stop the bleeding."
Nicolas Flamel couldn't bear to watch and somewhat regretted his decision to take this person on as an apprentice, but out of concern for the child, he still said, "You know that the concept of killing has been injected into this. Do you think Bai Xian will work?"
Upon hearing this, Ryan looked down and discovered that the wound was not healing and was still dripping blood, as if blood were free.
He panicked slightly, realizing he had underestimated just how powerful alchemical creations could become after the concept was infused.
That makes sense, otherwise the Elder Wand wouldn't have such an invincible reputation. He began to use the healing spells he had secretly learned from St. Munger to try and remove the effects from the wounds one by one.
At the same time, he drank several bottles of magic potions that could restore his health and save his life, so as not to die suddenly from excessive blood loss during the emergency treatment.
The three old men standing nearby watched like they were watching a monkey show.
"How long do you think it will take Ryan to dispel the murderous intent emanating from this?" Nicolas Flamel asked.
"It might take ten minutes," Dumbledore said. "I think this kid is to my liking. I'll bet five minutes. Shall we place our bet?" Gale said.
"What are we betting on?"
"How about creating your own spell?"
"Yes," Dumbledore agreed.
"Then I'll place a bet too, seven minutes," Nicholas Flamel said.
The group laughed and didn't take it seriously. If any other junior wizards were cut by such a weapon, it would cause chaos and unrest throughout the school, because any delay in rescue could lead to serious injuries or fatalities.
Since it's Ryan, it doesn't matter anymore.
Because Ryan's magical skills were sufficient for him to save himself, and his magical level also made him more resilient than ordinary novice wizards.
Even if an accident occurred during their self-rescue, the three of them could have waited until the last moment for emergency treatment and would not have suffered any long-term effects.
Since healing and curing spells are ineffective, the damage caused by this conceptual weapon can be considered a curse. Ryan calmly analyzed the "minor wounds" on his hands and experimented with the anti-curse spells he had collected to counter the curses taught by the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Rays of light bloomed at his fingertips.
Although the wound hadn't healed, it did have some effect; Ryan could feel his stamina draining at a slower rate.
He glanced at the time and joined the conversation of the three old wizards: "I'll place a bet too. I'll bet myself one minute."