Making a magic stone is not a simple matter.
John has been in the alchemy room for two weeks.
The cauldron in front of him burst into light, illuminating the room with lights of green, red, blue and purple.
As the light stopped, a blue stone appeared in the crucible.
"Zheshi, it seems that we still need to strengthen,"
Picking up the stone, the blue philosophy stone flows with light in the hand.
Not the red magic stone, this stone consumes the entire warehouse's materials.
Even so, John's expression remained unchanged, but he was a little disappointed.
Holding the Philosopher's Stone tightly, John could feel his magic power increasing.
This is the third philosophical stone he has made so far, and the first one was made into a wand and given to Nagini.
The second piece he embedded into the Sword of Silverwick.
With the third piece in his hand, John was going to do something else with it.
The silver ring turned into a limited glove, and he set the philosophy stone into the back of the glove.
With just one, the glove emits waves of blue light.
The other five magic crystals connect the magic power to the Philosopher Stone, increasing its power several times.
Just by raising his hand, John reshaped what was in front of him.
A teapot breaks down into its original clay, a chair into its wood.
Taking out the magic wand, with the blessing of magic crystal and philosophical stone, a simple crushing spell can crush things until nothing is left.
"It can increase the power of the spell by nearly one level."
By some estimates, the strength of John's Crushing Curse has increased by about one level.
Spell power amplifier.
The Limited Glove retracted the ring, and he raised his hand to hold it in the air.
The Sword of Silver Wick appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the silver blade had golden lines like broken marks.
"I need to add something."
He glanced at the sword body, which was covered with fire and electric arcs.
He whispered strange syllables in his mouth, "fighting against thorns and thorns."
The sword body seemed to be covered with an invisible layer of thin glass, and it lightly scratched a piece of gold without leaving any trace.
John raised his eyebrows and reached out to pick up the gold.
One half has been cut open, and the other half has a smooth incision.
This is a powerful cutting spell he created, and the cut area cannot be restored with a repair spell.
"Permanent damage, what is stripped cannot be healed again."
It's better to say it's cutting than peeling it off for a better fit.
With one slash of John's sword, even the magic will be separated.
This is a very destructive magic.
Dispersing the magic, he added magic to the sword of Silver Wyk.
Engraved with new magic, the Sword of Silverwick becomes even more powerful.
After staying in the alchemy room for a while, John walked out and came to the office.
He has a new product in his hand, and he has the exclusive power.
The name is a bit domineering, and its functions are quite explosive in the magical world.
This thing is a one-time use and cannot be repaired later.
Once used, it is irreversible and will form a forbidden force field covering fifty meters.
Anyone in the force field will temporarily lose the ability to fly and apparate, and at the same time suppress the magic effect, whether it is themselves or others.
Of course, everything has exceptions. This necklace relies on magic crystal as a medium, which essentially covers the surrounding area with the magic power of magic crystal.
As long as the magic power can exceed this level, John has calculated that it is probably around level 4 magic power.
In other words, the people this thing can deal with are limited to this range.
Above this level, the authority to dominate will become ineffective.
Not many Stuff Johns were made, very rare.
He only keeps one in his office.
Tang Mi came over and saw something like a scepter, and was a little curious, but he suppressed it well.
"My lord, Mundungus has finished handling the advertising matter."
Mundungus was very active this time, probably because he wanted to gain favor for himself in front of Mr. Johnny Silverhand.
John nodded casually. The Quidditch World Cup was approaching, and Barty Crouch appeared in the newspapers more and more frequently.
It was a good sign that Peter Pettigrew seemed to be forgotten by everyone.
Pierce had searched near Azkaban, and he knew that Peter Pettigrew was an illegal Animagus, so he would catch all the rats.
The one who still remembers Peter Pettigrew, apart from the Ministry of Magic, is probably Sirius Black.
To regain his innocence, Sirius Black went to the Ministry of Magic.
In the past, he had always avoided hiding, but this time he went in openly, which made Sirius Black very uncomfortable.
With his face covered, he strongly requested the Ministry of Magic to let him search Azkaban.
The Ministry of Magic naturally refused this request. No one wanted to listen to other people's instructions.
Sirius was so angry that he wanted to curse, but he didn't know who to curse with his mouth open.
Fudge fell, and Scrimgeour was transferred.
Now there was no one in the Ministry of Magic to scold him, so he had no choice but to go back in frustration.
I heard that I also went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Injuries several times in the hope that the injuries on my face could be treated.
It's a pity that this is Snape's unique magic.
Only Snape can counter-curse, and he is still the most difficult person to deal with.
Finally, Dumbledore asked for help, and Snape was able to lift the spell.
The price was that Sirius was so humiliated that he was almost autistic.
John had a guess about Peter Pettigrew's escape, which reminded him of the Mark Summoning that Lucius had said before.
Probably going to find Voldemort.
"This life really belongs to Xiaoqiang, even if he doesn't die."
John clicked his tongue twice, and he could only say that the master and servant had strong vitality.
Not to mention Voldemort, I don't know where the Forest John is. He was surviving on Nagini's venom.
Later, Nagini was taken away by John, and Voldemort was unable to leave the cabin alone, but he was still alive to this day.
Peter Pettigrew had been fed so much Veritaserum that he was basically indistinguishable from a fool.
Under such circumstances, it is simply a miracle that Peter Pettigrew was able to escape.
When John lamented that the scourge had lasted for thousands of years, Peter Pettigrew appeared in the remote Albanian forest. He didn't know which unlucky guy he had snatched the wand from, and he was in a daze.
Time passes day by day.
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August 22nd.
On this day, Watson had more things to do.
The guy named 'Investor' took action against China.
It was a group of upper-class people who controlled a lot of resources, and they also controlled the London underground.
Even the influential figure Finn Wallace is just a pawn in their hands.
That's what happened when Finn Wallace's aggressive whitewashing attitude angered investors.
Sean Wallace didn't know where he got the information about those people and wanted to take revenge on them.
Watson is implicated, and Uncle Seryozha appears in person.
John looked at the delicious food Mrs. Wick had made with great satisfaction and fell into deep thought.
"Mom, why did you add detergent when you washed the rice just now?"
"That will make it clean, my boy."
Mrs. Wick sat down elegantly, and John looked at the banana mango chicken wing rice in front of him and fell into deep thought.
He remembered that Mrs. Wick had to get out of China if she didn't do this kind of thing before?
As long as you say this is not Chinese cuisine, you will admit it. Why does Mrs. Wick swear that this is a famous Chinese cuisine?
With that confident look, if John hadn't been from China before, he would have really believed it.
When he was hesitating about how to tell Mrs. Wick tactfully that this kind of food would be thrown out of heaven, he heard a loud noise.
"Boom!"
It was loud, like something exploded.
John heard the sound coming from the other side.
When they walked out the door, they saw the Dursleys' glass was broken.
This was followed by the roar of Vernon Dursley.
Still a familiar recipe, still a familiar taste.
Vernon roared at the top of his lungs, and John noticed an electric stove flying out.
"What's going on there?" Mrs. Wick noticed the movement there.
John shrugged and said, "Maybe the fireplace blew up."
He didn't know that his casual words actually came true.
At the Dursleys'.
The disgraced Weasley family wanted to pick Harry up through the fireplace, but he didn't know that the Dursleys had already sealed the fireplace.
To get out, Mr. Weasley used a spell to blow up the fireplace.
Vernon Dursley was so angry that he had been so kind during this holiday. Is this how these wizards would repay him?
He could no longer suppress his anger at this moment, and he let out the anger he had been holding back during this holiday.
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