Nico Flamel took away the crucible together, and spent the rest of the time surrounding it, waiting for the life in the crucible to be conceived, and the spread of the deathly air made Bridu feel troubled, but Nico Flamel He forcefully suppressed it with his own soul power.
"You really don't care about your life."
Bree looked at Nico Flamel, who was constantly transporting soul power to the embryos coming from the crucible on the second floor of the alchemy shop, and sighed: "I don't think that a life that has not yet been conceived is more important than a living person, but It's obvious to me that your obsession with alchemy is genuine."
Nico Flamel no longer looked like a young man now, but had turned into an old man. He crouched and responded to Bree in a low voice.
"This is the first alchemical object that breeds life by itself... No, it is a living thing, just using alchemy... How wonderful!"
"You won't understand, Oude. I have gotten to know you for more than a month. Your goal will not be the peak skill of alchemy. Alchemy is just your means. But I am different. I have spent hundreds of years I have come to live for alchemy, but unfortunately, I have not found its final secret... That is the realm of God, and there is no God in this world."
Having said this, Nico Flamel looked at Bree blankly and said with a hint of hope: "Maybe you can succeed!"
But soon, he lowered his head in despair, shaking his head and sighing.
"No, you have your own path and you have made your own decision."
Nico Flamel, who has lived for hundreds of years, sees it clearly, and he also knows a little bit about what Bree wants to do at this time, which is nothing more than power, money, and using alchemy to take root in the British wizarding world. There is a good one. Reputation is like a family.
"I'll help you, but I also want you to help me, and I know it needs your strength to grow, so... as a deal."
Nico Flamel was running low, but what was left was exactly what Bree needed.
"I will keep all the books I brought with you, and I will also introduce you to some of my friends so that your fantasy game can spread smoothly. What do you think? I think I still have some influence."
Nico Flamel worked as a teacher for a period of time in his early years. He taught many students and donated alchemy books to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unfortunately, he later lived in seclusion because of the Philosopher's Stone.
Bree nodded, agreeing to the deal.
"As you wish, Monsieur Nico Flamel."
Death is his own choice. Burri admires Nico Flamel's most life-oriented attitude. Perhaps when he was young, he was extremely obsessed with immortality, but now he has understood that death may also be a kind of rebirth, and he can use the time before death to exchange for his It’s a lifelong pursuit and it’s well worth it.
Bree placed his hand on the embryo in the crucible and slowly transferred natural magic power into it, thereby drawing the consciousness of the outside world into it and slowly condensing a complete soul.
"You may still need some time."
School will start in half a month, and Bree is not going to waste time with Nico Flamel. He started preparing for the Animagus magic ceremony a month ago. These days happen to be the season of wind and rain. It's time.
"It doesn't matter, I will take good care of it." Nico Flamel looked at the regenerated embryo and smiled like a child. He said: "I'm sorry to interrupt you last time, but you'd better be careful, Voldemort. The soul is not so easy... to tame."
Nico Flamel's eyes were dark. He had heard the name of Tom Riddle from Dumbledore, and he soon understood Tom's identity from the events of that day.
"I didn't tell Dumbledore. Don't worry. I know him a little bit. Dumbledore always takes too much control. Haha, I'm sorry. I shouldn't say that about your principal, but it's true."
Nico Flamel shook his head with a smile, stared at the embryo and continued to transfer his soul power, and said softly.
"Be careful, Oded. The human soul is not that simple. It is different from that of house elves. People's hearts are unpredictable. People are just too smart. Alas."
Bree returned to the turret listening to Nico Flamel's voice. He rubbed his head. Tom already knew the truth. It was hard for Bree to imagine that Tom would adapt to this identity, but he had to face it, otherwise he would have to wait. All he had was a handful of loess.
"Tom!"
Bree pushed open the door of the turret and walked up to the second floor. At this time, Tom was sitting on the chair behind the wooden table, flipping through the soul-related books moved from Box's study room.
"Tom?"
Bree walked to the bookshelf and called Tom again behind her, but Tom turned a deaf ear and looked at the book with a pale face.
"Let me tell you, everything that records house elves is in the notebook."
The notes are now used as a transmission channel and cannot be retrieved. They can only be dictated...
"Is this the truth?"
As Tom listened to Bree's story, his expression became more and more indifferent. He clenched the corner of the table tightly and kept coughing. Blood flowed from his mouth. The signs of collapse on his body became more intense. He was covered with bloodshot eyes like a terrifying figure. monster, but soon, the soul stone on his chest suppressed the collapsed soul.
Tom slumped on the chair and murmured: "The house elf... is a Horcrux, why, why!"
Tom stared at Bree in disbelief, but soon he suppressed the violence in his eyes and sneered: "This is a lie, I, Tom Riddle, no, how could I, Voldemort, be a house elf? impossible!"
"You have an answer in mind, Tom."
Bree did not force Tom to accept it, but just said: "If you choose to die, I will not stop you. If you want to continue living, you can only accept this ritual."
Whether Tom could accept it, Bree didn't know.
"I have repurchased the materials, but the soul seeds in them need to be condensed again. I will go to the Forbidden Forest to speed up the condensation there."
After Bree finished speaking, she was ready to go out without waiting for Tom's reaction.
"etc!"
Tom stood up, pinched the Soul Stone on his chest and said, "This is the Philosopher's Stone, right? It turns out that the Philosopher's Stone not only gives you the option of immortality, the soul is really an amazing power."
"Death is worse than living. I will go with you."
Tom endured the pain and walked to Bree, motioning for him to lead the way.
"Follow me, I happen to have something else to do and I need someone to watch over me."
Brie chose the Forbidden Forest as the location for the Animagus magic ceremony. The Forbidden Forest is full of natural power, and Brie can feel more at ease there.
Walking to the notes on the first floor, Bree flipped the pages and clicked on the anchor point left in the forbidden forest. Soon, Bree and Tom appeared on the muddy ground full of vegetation.
There was faint thunder in the sky, lightning flashed in the dark clouds, the surrounding giant trees stood tall, the mist was locked in the branches, and the water vapor became thicker.
The anchor page turned into a paper crane, flew to the branch, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Bree looked up at the sky and said, "We came just in time."
Following Bri's words, thunder roared in the sky that had been suppressed for a long time, and drops of water fell down, hitting Bri's forehead.
"Invulnerable to water and fire."
Bree cast an invulnerability spell on herself and Tom, causing the rainwater to slide down the transparent barrier outside her body and fall on the muddy ground.
The rain poured down, and soon the Forbidden Forest was filled with the sound of pitter-patter. Bree walked to the foot of a tree and dug out a bottle from underneath.
"Animagus?"
Tom recognized the magic behind this item at a glance. He frowned and said, "You are still too young. Isn't it a little urgent to do the Animagus now?"
"You should be doing it under Professor McGonagall next semester, not now."
Bree shook her head and said, "I already learned about this magic from Professor McGonagall last semester, and the Mandrake was provided to me by Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout."
"I just didn't inform her when the magic ceremony was held. I will explain it to her next semester."
As the words disappeared along with the sound of rain, Bree raised her head and swallowed the red liquid in the bottle in one gulp.
Soon, a white mist appeared around Buri, and his patron saint slowly condensed from it, protecting Buri who was covering his head.
The surrounding rainwater continues to evaporate, and the ground becomes dry.
Bree's black hair gradually turned white, and her pores turned crimson.
"Well!"
With the sound of humming, Brie curled up on the ground. He also gradually changed his body, forming a snake body, which continued to grow, becoming more and more similar to his patron saint, and the black sharp horns on his head also appeared faintly.
Bree's body was green, and soon turned red again, and the horns on his head also glowed with silver.
"hold head high!"
"bump!"
"Boom!"
Bree screamed, the giant tree was whipped by the huge snake body, and the thunder sounded!
"Snake?" Tom looked at Bree's Animagus and exclaimed in admiration: "This is no ordinary snake. I have never heard of anyone using magical animals as Animagus successfully."
Looking at Bree's red snake boy, Tom couldn't help but cough a few times. The rain around him became heavier, making the Forbidden Forest a little colder. With his current body, he couldn't stay there for long.
Bree slowly put away her Animagus, gradually shrunk, turned back into a human body, and supported Tom.
"You go back first. I have to stay in the Forbidden Forest for a few days. Soul seeds cannot be obtained in a short time."
"Ahem, I'm fine. I'm also curious about how you condense your soul."
In the soul stone, Tom can naturally hear the outside world, so he heard clearly what Nico Flamel and Bree said in the corner tower that day, and his original anger was temporarily suppressed.
House elf?
Tom laughed in his heart, wondering if he had changed irreversibly as a house elf. Perhaps it was because of the house elf-like contract that he could not help but think about Bree, his master.
Blame Bree, he couldn't do it.
Bree had nothing to do with Tom. If he forced the order, Tom would naturally go back, but he didn't want to do that. He treated Tom as a friend. At least Tom had not betrayed him so far.
"If you can't bear it anymore, go back to the soul stone."
…
For several days in a row, Buri sat in the Forbidden Forest, meditating, absorbing the surrounding consciousness, and condensing it into soul seeds. The effect of this was remarkable, and he soon condensed a soul seed that was enough to perform the ceremony.
And Tom also stayed with Bree for a few days, talking to Bree about things related to soul magic and the Unforgivable Curse. Bree always kept the idea of cracking the Unforgivable Black Magic in her heart and studied it in her spare time. It was during this time that he was involved in the affairs of Nico Flamel and Tom.
"Let's go back, no one will disturb us this time."
"Cuckoo!"
It's owl mail.
a newspaper.
"Nicholas Flamel has already started taking action. He and Ver have already started selling fantasy games in Diagon Alley, and they even helped me promote them in the Daily Prophet..."
Tom took the newspaper, read it and said, "Are you going to let me help you manage this thing?"
Smart Tom saw Bree's thoughts at a glance, and as Bree's future parent, he would help Bree manage this thing called the Fantasy Game outside Hogwarts.
"It looks quite interesting, making money from children?"
Tom thought for a moment and snorted disdainfully.
"A bunch of idiots don't need such a sophisticated thing to get the Galleons out of their pockets."
"But if that's what you want, then I will help you."
Bree and Tom returned to the turret, and soon set up another crucible and started brewing the potion. It went smoothly without anyone disturbing them, except that Bree crushed Tom's soul into pieces again and used the soul seed to hang himself. Fainted.
Tom, who was reborn, could feel the soul seed in his heart that constantly absorbs external forces and maintains the stability of the soul.
"This is a very different kind of power, Bree, that a wizard cannot have."
Tom slumped back in his chair, draped in his robe, and sighed.
"Then in what capacity should I show up?"
"Brother...uncle...or father?"
Tom looked at Bree with piercing eyes, his eyes full of teasing.
"Uncle, although you are my grandfather's age, your appearance obviously does not match my age."
Tom's face paused, disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he still said: "Of course, my little nephew Brie."
Tom stood up, pointed at his face, and said helplessly: "Maybe you forgot, some old guys still know him, huh?"
Bree was well prepared. He took out a mask and said, "This is a mask of change. The person who wears it can change his appearance, making it impossible to see the face behind the mask."
"If you are worried about Dumbledore, I can tell you that as long as he doesn't keep staring, he won't be able to find any flaws. I have this confidence."
Being able to rely on natural magic to cast the Disillusionment Curse to avoid Dumbledore's detection, Bree naturally believed in the mask he made using natural magic.
Tom took the mask and put it on, and soon the mask disappeared from his face, and Tom's appearance also changed a little, and he was three-thirds similar to Bree.
"Then, let's go out, lovely nephew." Tom transformed into a water mirror and touched his face with satisfaction.
