Eternal life is pursued wherever it is.
The Philosopher's Stone can do it. Although it is not immortality in the strict sense, it is enough.
"If I have a magic stone, it will be of great help to me in refining things."
Of course, John was just thinking about it.
The Philosopher's Stone seems to be a legendary thing, and no one has ever seen it in reality.
But this reminded John that he could start with alchemy and perhaps master "Fairy Forging" faster.
"There may be some in the forbidden book area. I can go and have a look."
Just do it, John cast a layer of illusion spell on himself.
He left the Room of Requirement and approached the library on the fifth floor.
To make sure he wouldn't get caught, John took out the Marauder's Map.
"Harry's out?"
John saw Harry coming out of Gryffindor Tower and guessed that he was out for a night out.
Looking at his direction, it seems that he has the same purpose as himself.
But when he arrived at the forbidden book area, John didn't see Harry.
To his surprise, he saw the door latch of the restricted book area open automatically.
"Invisibility cloak."
With the answer in his mind, John remembered that Harry had an invisibility cloak, and now it seemed that he had received it.
John followed behind before the door closed.
He had the intention of teasing him, so he was not in a hurry to reveal himself, but watched Harry take off the invisibility cloak.
The lantern in Harry's hand swayed back and forth on the bookshelf, looking for traces of Nicolas Flamel. He was so nervous that he even heard faint whispers from the books, and he didn't know whether it was an illusion or reality.
Searching among the vast bookshelves, Harry had to find a place to start.
He carefully placed the lamp on the ground and looked along the bottom of the bookshelf, trying to find an interesting book.
Suddenly he saw a large black and silver book and pulled it out without thinking.
"stop!"
It was too late for John to stop it when he saw the book. Harry was startled when he heard the low voice and subconsciously opened the book.
"ah--!"
A shrill, blood-curdling scream pierced the silence.
The whole book screamed, and Harry felt his ears sting and slammed the book shut.
But it was too late, the screams did not stop, Harry nervously stepped back and knocked down the lamp.
In panic, he could no longer care about the voice that had just spoken.
Putting the book back on the shelf, he put on his invisibility cloak and ran outside.
Filch came over upon hearing the noise, with fury in his eyes, and Harry passed right under his outstretched arms.
Harry, who was running wildly all the way, was in a panic and couldn't tell where he was without the lantern.
Finally, he stopped in front of a tall suit of armor, and the sound of Filch's whistle could still be heard in his ears.
Snape and Filch came around the corner, and Harry could only step back step by step, carefully squeezing through an open door on the left without making a sound.
Harry, who was leaning against the wall, listened to the footsteps that were getting further away, took a deep breath, relaxed, and took off his invisibility cloak.
Just when he thought it was all right and wanted to take a look at the room, the ajar wooden door was opened.
Harry didn't see anyone come in, and he felt like it was haunted.
The hair on his body stood up and he backed away in fear.
Suddenly, Harry's shoulder was touched. He opened his mouth wide and was about to scream, but his mouth was covered by a hand.
"Shh, you'll get us points deducted if you do this."
"John?"
Harry heard a familiar voice and turned around to see that John seemed to appear out of thin air.
John was helpless. He had known that he had been so naughty just now, but now Snape knew that someone had been wandering around the library.
"That voice just now was you? How did you do it? Do you also have an invisibility cloak?"
After asking three questions in a row, it was clear how surprised Harry was. John was a little confused and changed the subject and said, "How about we take a look at this place first? I haven't been here yet."
After hearing what he said, Harry started to pay attention to this place.
It looked like an abandoned classroom, with many desks and chairs stacked against the wall, creating a large dark shadow.
There was also an upside-down wastebasket, and on the wall facing them there was something that was incompatible with the surroundings.
John also noticed the mirror. It was a very impressive mirror, very high, almost as high as the ceiling.
The gorgeous golden frame is supported by two claw-shaped feet.
There was another line at the top, which John read out, "Eris Stella Oheru Ayite Ubi Kafulu Ayiteon Voorhees."
A very weird mirror.
As a Gryffindor, Harry walked over without fear.
The next second, Harry stood in front of the mirror, horrified.
"What's wrong?"
John walked over and didn't understand why. Harry's breathing became rapid and the color on his face quickly faded.
"There are many people in the mirror, at least a dozen, and they are all behind me."
Harry's words stunned John, and he leaned over to take a look.
Nothing... wrong!
John's eyes widened as he looked in the mirror in front of him at the tables of Chinese delicacies appearing next to him.
Rubbing his eyes, John looked again and saw that he was already enjoying the food.
Not only that, John in the mirror is wearing a gorgeous wizard robe, looks to be in his twenties, holds the Elder Wand, which symbolizes power, and wears the First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin on his chest.
The plot about this mirror reappeared in his memory, and John said to himself: "Mirror of Erised?"
Didn't he remember that this mirror only appeared at the end? Why did it appear now?
"John, I feel like they're my family."
Harry saw a gentle and beautiful woman behind him in the mirror. She was smiling and her eyes were full of kindness.
Beside the woman was a man with black hair and glasses, his hair was as messy as Harry's.
Harry felt that they were his parents, not just his parents, but also other relatives, who had the same green eyes as Harry.
These were what Harry longed for most, and he stared hungrily into the mirror, not wanting to look away for a moment.
Put both hands on the mirror, as if you can go inside and reunite with your loved ones.
John saw that he was a little stunned and pulled him away from the mirror.
"We should leave, Filch and the others will come back."
Although he was a little reluctant, Harry still agreed with this sentence.
He put on his invisibility cloak and invited John to leave with him. John smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "I don't need it."
Taking out his wand and waving it lightly, John disappeared in front of Harry.
The confused Harry tentatively called out: "John, are you still there?"
"Of course."
Seeing a response in front of him, Harry reached out and touched John's face.
"Be careful, you almost poked me in the eye."
Hearing this, Harry put his hands away angrily.
Before leaving the room, John stopped and looked next to the mirror. A silver-haired old man seemed to appear there, but then disappeared after blinking.
"Dumbledore?"
Not thinking that he had seen it wrong, John suddenly realized that Dumbledore had put this thing in.
If that's the case, then Harry shouldn't be in danger.
Parting ways with Harry at the top of the stairs, John went to the restricted book area and found a copy of the ancient alchemy "The Supreme Alchemy" and took it back to the dormitory.
After just watching for a while, he felt a little dizzy.
The content inside is too profound, just like "Fairy Casting Science", it requires a lot of foundation to lay the groundwork.
“If you bite off more than you can chew, you still have to start from the grassroots step by step.”
Putting the book under the pillow, John opened the Marauder's Map, and Quirrell walked towards the outside of Hogwarts.
John was a little hesitant, whether he should follow him or not.
But after thinking about it for a while, I gave it up.
Not to mention Voldemort, Professor Quirrell alone is not something he can deal with.
Unless it was a surprise, the magic power gap between the two was still too big.
And John didn't have an attack similar to the Death Curse. If his identity was discovered, he would probably have a narrow escape.
The Christmas holidays are not over yet.
John went to the library a few more times during this period and took away a lot of basic alchemy books.
During this time, he crazily supplemented his alchemy knowledge, but this was not enough.
However, records about Nicol Flamel were found in a book about ancient alchemy.
"Nicolas Flamel, the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone."
Seeing this book, John's thoughts were racing.
He remembered that what Harry Potter was guarding in his first year was the Sorcerer's Stone.
And this thing can save John a lot of time and directly use the most top-notch alchemy.
"The magic stone..."
Touching the record about the magic stone, the thought of immortality flashed through his mind, and then disappeared.
He remembered that immortality had great side effects. Not only was it emotionally draining, but more importantly, the body became very fragile.
It would be better to kill John than live forever.
"Maybe tell Harry and the others."
Harry and the others were almost giving up these days.
