Chapter 1640

This handwritten book is more like a diary, containing a lot of miscellaneous things and jumping narration.

In the seven pages of the first part, it records LeMay's self-report that he bought an alchemy book called "the book of Jewish Abraham" from a black robed and masked Arab merchant for two jingarons.

Then he began to study the knowledge recorded in the book, because on the night when he bought the book, he had a dream in which an angel with snow-white wings handed him a whole hard large salted fish.

When he woke up, he thought it was a revelation. Maybe the salted fish symbolized the power of God?

So he was very interested in the new books and kept on studying exotic wonders. Three years later, the second part of Hermione's strange book, LeMay said at the beginning that he had found the real alchemy.

Hermione understood that the pages of the book of hieroglyphs in her hand might have been cut from some notebooks and then bound together. During this period, some unimportant or too important parts were not here.

But it was enough for her to figure out her homework, and now the professor asked herself who LeMay was, and I could be proud to tell him the right answer.

She continued to read, and the book read:

"I always follow the instructions of the book word by word. Today, I finally arrived at the last step, deduced the Redstone according to the same amount of mercury... And then really transformed mercury into gold, which is better than ordinary gold, softer and more plastic."

Hermione's mouth widened. Did the so-called real alchemy turn stone into gold?

She speeds up the speed of turning over books. The thick bark rubs in her palm, but basically only one experimental idea can be seen, such as converting mercury into other things, such as copper from mercury, or silver from mercury.

For example, LeMay believes that alchemy follows some principle of equivalent exchange. As for the proportion of the price, it may be determined by God.

"You can't use the same weight of mercury to convert equal weight of gold, and the conversion of brass or silver, more than the consumption of the same mercury into gold."

"The conversion is irreversible, and the gold transformed can no longer be converted back to mercury with red stone."

"Red stone will produce loss in the process of conversion, but the degree of each loss is different and there is no rule."

It was basically a summative account, until Hermione opened the book to the last part of the seventh part.

The last seven pages are a bit crazy, recording LeMay's attempts to make life out of red stone.

At first, he wanted to turn mercury into a living rabbit, but he created a monster, which is called "the howling monster placenta in the nightmare".

Then he planned to make plants, thinking that plants might be simpler than animals, but what he got was "unspeakable terror tentacles.".

But at the end of these strange records, he obviously succeeded in another experiment. He saw that black ink left a clear mark on the bark:

"... Using red stone can transform magic into life and prepare ageless potion... Yes, I finally reached the realm of God as a mortal... But what is behind this gate? What's beyond our world... "

Turn back, but this is the blank bark on the last page. There is no answer to this question.

Hermione let out a sigh that didn't conform to her age. She closed the big book on her knee slowly. She felt a little heavy for no reason. She fell on the corner of the sofa like a kitten and felt empty.

It's hard to say why. Maybe it's from the real smart people who are aware of the smallness of human beings. Hermione can't say it, but it's like the heart has been caught.

Some are uncomfortable, but more of them want to know the answer.

Crook Hill slipped out of her bedroom, jumped onto the sofa and meow, reminding the owner that it was time for dinner and asked her to take the dried fish out of the space bag.

It is not allowed to catch mice to eat, but not to eat dried fish on time, how can this go? Crook Hill's big face looked even more unhappy.

Hermione came back to her senses. She got up and put the books back on the bookshelf because she had been memorized by the contents. It was just a basic ability in Ravenclaw.

Then she picked up the cat and prepared to go back to her bedroom to cook for it.

She didn't notice that the books back on the shelf disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the eyes of the portrait of Ms. Ravenclaw in the lounge seemed to move with her back.

after arranging dinner for the cat, Hermione is going to eat on the first floor. By the way, she goes to the professor and tells him her answer. By the way, she asks whether those crazy ideas really have answers.

But the professor didn't show up, nor did the teacher's single room next to the auditorium. He didn't seem to have lunch or dinner.Hermione thought that he must have gone to three broomsticks with Professor flyaway. Yesterday, she went to Hogsmeade village to drink butter beer. It not only provided drinks, but also some simple meals. English bars always sell fried fish and sandwiches.

The drunkard, Hermione, curled her lips speechless, but remembered something and began to smile.

When I think of the pleasant trip last night, I can't help but recall the expression of the Gryffindor red haired boy when he received a letter from home in the canteen this morning. It was a roaring letter, which may be the boy's mother.

The letter said that after learning from Professor McGonagall that the boy was going to take porter to death, the family almost died of shame. It called out the boy's name and said that if he didn't want to go to school, he would take him home and lock him up, or send him to Romania.

The shrill roar could be heard by all the students present, while the red haired boy's expression was as stiff as the Oriental Prajna mask. Not only did he open his mouth at a strange angle, but the whole person was shrinking a little bit.

By the time the letter was read, he was completely under the long table.

All the students and teachers who pass by occasionally are looking at him. All kinds of eyes are not affordable at this age. Hiding under the table is also a way.

This made Porter sitting beside him very embarrassed, as if the letter was sent to him. What about Malfoy on Slytherin's long table? Even more, he fell off the stool and slapped the floor with a wild laugh.

Hermione knows that there is often some immature interaction between boys, so she thinks mature and sensible, and despises them.

"Hi, Hermione, what's on your mind, so happy?"

It was Hannah and Susan, both carrying empty plates, who had moved from Hufflepuff's long table to Ravenclaw's.

At first, they didn't know whether it was against the school rules, but Hermione told them that the professor said that anything that was not prohibited by the school rules could be done. Since then, the two girls have gradually become accustomed to dining at long tables in other hospitals.

There are too many people in Hufflepuff to lift the fork. However, the size of the long table in Ravenclaw is the same as that over there, but there are few people eating at the same time, which is much more relaxed.

"Nothing. It's just that the professor of physical education gave me a question and I came up with the answer." Hermione laughed and moved the plate in front of her to make room for them: "Why are you late today?"

Hannah and Susan looked at each other. They laughed mysteriously and replied, "today is not the same. After a long experiment, we have finally mastered the magic spell of Hector. This is not to show off to you, hee hee."

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