Just as Scott was thinking, there was a movement on the stone door in front of him.
Scott looked and found that the snakes carved on the door all moved.
They swam and shuttled on the door, entangled with each other, forming a strange pattern.
Then, a snake poked its head out from the center of the pattern. Its eyes were two red gems, and it kept spitting out its tongue.
“Who are you?”
The snake asked him.
“Scott Trollope.”
Scott answered.
Then, the snake’s red gem eyes stared at him for a long time.
“You can go in.”
The snake suddenly said something and slowly retracted.
Then, the entangled snakes quickly separated and returned to their original positions.
There was a click, and the stone door retreated a distance and slowly sank into the wall on the left.
Scott glanced at the darkness behind the door, let the bat and the gray wolf continue to move forward, and he followed behind them.
However, he didn’t go far, and the magic lights suddenly lit up one by one, and the whole space was immediately lit up.
Scott looked around.
This is a huge circular space. Judging from the layout, it should be an ancient laboratory.
Although it has gone through thousands of years, everything inside this laboratory is well preserved.
“You are finally here.”
Medea’s voice suddenly sounded.
Scott quickly took out his wand and became alert.
“Heh…”
Medea chuckled again.
“Here.”
Scott looked in the direction of the voice and found that it was not the real Medea who made the sound, but a portrait placed on the table.
The portrait was very small, only the size of a notebook.
“I thought you would not come.”
Medea in the painting said.
“Is this your laboratory?” Scott asked.
“It is also one of my father’s laboratories.” Medea in the painting said, “I started using this place after my father left.”
Scott put away his nervousness, walked to the table, and looked at the girl in the portrait up close.
This is a portrait of Medea as a girl. She looks about the same age as the portrait of Helena in the House of Requests.
Although Medea in her teenage years had a kind of flamboyant beauty, she was not as sharp as she was when she was an adult.
“Why did you ask me to come here?” Scott asked.
“The real me must have told you.” said Medea in the painting, “She left a gift here for you.”
Is there really a gift?
“What is it?” Scott asked curiously.
“That box.”
Medea in the painting pointed to the small box on the table.
“You can only take that.” She emphasized, “If you take anything more, the door to leave here will not open for you.”
“Then, can I see those?”
Scott pointed to the bookshelves on the side, which were full of books and piles of parchment.
“Sorry, it’s not the time yet.”
Medea in the painting replied.
“Okay.”
Scott thought about it and decided to obey.
Otherwise, it would be bad to be locked up here.
He reached out and opened the small wooden box and looked inside.
“What is this?”
He first took out a silver snake necklace as thick as a little finger.
“That is a rare alchemical item, a special door key, which can keep your whereabouts from any monitoring.” Medea in the painting took a look and answered him.
“Did Medea rely on such alchemical items to leave Hogwarts?”
Scott took the extremely delicate snake-shaped necklace in his hand and played with it.
“So how do I use it? Where will this portkey take me?”
He was very curious.
Medea in the painting did not answer the first question, but said directly: “Now, you can’t go anywhere, because it has not been used and has not been activated.”
“Please tell me how to activate it, Medea.” Scott asked with a smile.
“You need to put the necklace in mercury and bury it in the soil. After three days, it will remember that location forever.”
Medea in the painting said proudly.
“After that, no matter where you are, you can use it to return to that location, and no one can track your location.”
Scott asked again, “If it is a place hidden by the Fidelius Charm, can you also use it to go back?”
Medea in the painting nodded, “Of course, if you have recorded that place before it was hidden.”
“Thank you.”
Scott smiled brightly.
“I like this gift very much.”
He played with the necklace lovingly, and then wrapped it around his left wrist as a bracelet.
“I remember there was another thing.”
Scott reached out again and took out a red gem from the small wooden box.
“The Philosopher’s Stone?”
He couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
“What are you thinking?” Medea in the painting looked at him with contempt, “How could I give you the Philosopher’s Stone? I want that kind of treasure myself!”
“Okay.”
Scott’s throbbing heart calmed down, and he picked up the ruby and looked at it carefully.
“So what is this?”
“The Philosopher’s Stone.”
Medea in the painting replied.
“Really?”
Scott’s eyes lit up again.
“Hahahahahahaha…”
Medea in the painting laughed wildly with her hands on her hips.
“Idiot!” She couldn’t stop laughing, “How is it possible!”
“…”
Scott looked at her helplessly.
“Okay, okay.” Medea in the painting waved her hand, “This is indeed the Philosopher’s Stone, but it’s not the real Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Please tell me the answer, Miss Slytherin.”
Scott asked helplessly.
Medea in the painting stopped teasing him and explained seriously, “This is a replica of the Philosopher’s Stone. You can think of it as a disposable Philosopher’s Stone.”
“Disposable? Does it mean it can only be used once?”
Scott looked down at the blood-colored gem in his hand.
“Yes, although it can only be used once…” said Medea in the painting, “but if you can play its role correctly, it can also bring you great help.”
“I think so too.”
Scott’s mind turned quickly and he nodded with satisfaction.
“It seems that you already have an idea?” asked Medea in the painting.
“Yes.” Scott laughed and clenched the gem in his hand, “I think I will use it to perform a perfect Transfiguration.”
This disposable Philosopher’s Stone can replace him to bear the cost of a Transfiguration.
The version of Raven Rimbaud that he had set up in the earliest time should be born!
Hearing his plan, Medea in the painting raised her eyebrows.
“This is the most wasteful use. You almost just want to use it as a source of magic power.”
She said.
“You know, this Philosopher’s Stone can create a portion of immortality.”
Her words were full of temptation.
“A portion of elixir?”
Scott shook his head firmly.
“I’m still young and don’t need to think about this.”
He smiled.
“I guess… immortality maintained by elixir is probably very painful, and how long can a portion of elixir last?”
