Basil Dotty.
"If magic is likened to light, then the Philosopher's Stone is actually the Red Stone of Aja."
"Just like the crystals within Aja redstone can reflect light hundreds of millions of times, amplifying it into a laser beam that can easily cut metal when emitted from a single point."
"The Philosopher's Stone is an amplifier of magical phenomena."
"The reason why the Elixir of Life Potion still requires the blood of creatures with strong vitality and their matching minerals and metals is simply to stabilize the desire for life amplified by the Philosopher's Stone."
Riddle asked curiously, "What about the power of the Killing Curse?"
"If it were magnified a thousandfold—"
The image of his master holding up that crimson gem, with countless green lights of Killing Curse raining down upon him, had already appeared in his mind.
"You're going a bit too far," Basil frowned.
As his summoned being, Riddle's thoughts are transparent to him even without mind reading.
"The magnification of the Philosopher's Stone is based on the realms of life and alchemy."
What you're thinking of might not exist.
"I don't need it either."
"But."
"It's not impossible to study this as a research topic."
"I happen to have a pair of eyes that are suitable for research, which also makes 'making a wish' less emotionally taxing."
"It seems that some things can be put on the agenda."
"The amplification of the Light Power of wind, Dadi, and water by Light Energy Gem, and the high adaptability of bi metals to Evil Power."
As Basil's attention unusually shifted from women to his magical studies, the arguments in the Chat Group and in the office also came to an end.
Mei chose to log off, huffing and puffing as she floated off her bed to the library to browse through books.
Dumbledore also compromised, choosing to promote the Light Power only among the Squib.
Let the darkness in the hearts of these poor souls who are discriminated against by the Wizarding World be illuminated by the sunlight, and let them master magic without being cheated out of their money by deceptive advertisements such as "Quick Spellcasting - Introductory Magic Correspondence Course".
However, Grindelwald actually had a more radical idea: to promote the Light Power among the criminals of Azkaban.
Let this power, which can positively corrupt people's hearts, permeate the entire body of the dark wizard, thereby abolishing their Dark Magic.
And to correct distorted values.
But Dumbledore rejected this idea, arguing that it would render Azkaban meaningless and no different from the luxurious prisons of Muggle Fawley states, complete with video game consoles.
Dumbledore saved the world once again.
The magic of the Long-eared Tribe is two-sided; the original Long-eared Tribe once referred to both Light Power and Evil Power as Magic Power.
If dark wizards were truly allowed to study, and were unable to grasp the basics for a long time, given the inherent conflict between their nature and the benevolent Light Power, they might glimpse the secrets of Evil Power.
At that time, the Dark Wizard will receive an epic buff.
If the power of magic cast by pure Magic Power is 1.
Then, driven by magic, the power of the Magic Power used is 10.
Basil had already noticed this.
Magic power exists as a concept that is closer to spell power.
The wizard drives it, relying on only ordinary, lower-level power through physical and mental strength.
Spirituality, emotional magic, the magic of the Archmage, and the Magic Power that drives it, or is driven by it, all produce multiplicative effects, not additive ones.
If magic is likened to a stubborn rock, then a wizard's magic is like throwing it with his hand.
The magic of a wizard with higher levels of power is equivalent to throwing it with a machine.
Given that wizards are all mortals, stones thrown by machines would definitely travel farther and have more power.
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As evening fell, Harry and Ron set off on their way back to Hogwarts, the sun was already setting.
On the way, they also stopped by Joko Widodo.
So their pockets were stuffed with Dungbomb, burp candy, Frog Spawn Soap, and each of them had a Nose-Biting Teacup.
But Ron's mind wasn't on the stuff in his pocket; he seemed to still be enjoying everything at the Blind Pig Pub.
His face flushed. "Harry, it's hard to believe that Goblin food tastes so good."
Harry took a sip of his Butterbeer. "Don't you think the rare creatures we saw in there were even more amazing? Giant, Yaksha, ogres, and Veela. Now I finally understand where Phoebe's incredible charm comes from."
They passed by the still bustling the Three Broomsticks.
It was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, and a woman with a slender figure and pretty face was taking care of a group of noisy male witches at the bar.
"That's Madam Rosmerta," Ron said, his face flushing slightly. "It's a shame she has to go to school tomorrow."
In his mind, the mature and charming older sister was far more alluring than the Veela that Harry had mentioned.
"I wonder if we'll still be able to come to Hogsmeade during our free time."
"I must have lost my mind. We've been wandering around the beach for the past few days and never thought of stopping on the road."
"Today I was too busy looking at those foreign building shops."
Suddenly, Harry uttered a dreamlike sound.
This led Ron to misunderstand Harry's meaning. "You also think she's pretty. How about we go to the pub and Dotty something else?"
"There's still a long time before curfew. We don't need to go back so early."
"No," Harry said.
"Not what?" Before Ron could finish speaking, he found Harry grabbing his hand and pulling him to the other side.
Suddenly, he noticed that the slope in front of him was crowded with people.
"When did the Shrieking Shack become so popular?" Ron, somewhat puzzled.
It is the most haunted residence in Britain.
It was situated slightly higher than the other houses in the village, with wooden planks nailed to the windows. The garden was damp and overgrown with weeds, making it unsettling even in broad daylight.
But all the entrances were sealed off, and neither Fred nor George managed to get in.
Compared to the ever-changing Hogsmeade of today, it is just an insignificant and unnoticed ancient building.
But Ron understood the reason in the next second.
The four large, gilded characters "Haunted Hotel" appeared on the dilapidated wooden sign.
The tall fence was removed.
Countless colorful ghosts flitted around the house, constantly sending out transparent flyers.
Harry took one.
Unlike newspapers and flyers that ghosts cannot touch, it has distinct colors and can be touched.
It was written in bright red ink:
Haunted Hotel
The UK's scariest haunted house, Shrieking Shack.
The ghosts of Hogwarts keep you company.
A panoramic view overlooking Hogsmeade.
Located just 186m from the train station, it is easily accessible by foot.
No meals provided, accommodation included.
Check-in after 2:00 PM on the same day, check-out before 12:00 PM the following day.
The back features photos of the hotel interior.
"How did these ghosts get into business? They have no use for Galleons," Ron exclaimed in surprise.
"Just ask," Harry waved. "Hey! Nick! Nick! Look here."
"Harry!" Nick's head flew over first.
The head, though still transparent, had a blood-red hue, and a very fashionable hat adorned with feathers was pinned to its long, curly hair.
Nick's body floated slowly behind, like a wisp of smoke, seemingly there and not there.
"You—" Ron pointed to his neck, "What—"
"You mean my neck? I can only say I'm no longer almost headless," Nick said, shoving his head onto his neck.
A miraculous thing happened after his head returned to its original position.
His transparent, smoky body began to materialize, resembling the body of a living person, and even cast a shadow on the ground.
"This is the power of Magic Circle of light." A six-pointed star flashed in Harry's eyes.
Nick looked at Harry in surprise. "You knew that?"
"Yes, it's the sacred energy emanating from that tree, like light."
"It practically saved our lives."
"We can manifest, and we can come into contact with matter just like living people, and we can also be touched."
"It can also be like before, passing through matter like a wisp of smoke."
"You can eat now!" Ron foodie, guessed, relying on his foodie intuition.
"Yes." Nick nodded.
Its head accidentally slipped off and then became transparent, blending into the ground.
Then it floated out of the bushes and back onto my neck, "So we need to earn Galleons."
"It would be too improper for the school to support them."
"Then Dumbledore assigned the Shrieking Shack to us."
"We didn't know it was his property until now."
"It appears to have been used consistently (the UMNO held meetings here before)."
"Except for one room which had many scratches and animal claw marks."
"The other rooms inside were cleaner and tidier than I had imagined. They were well-maintained and had a lot of exquisite furniture and decorations."
"It would be perfect as a hotel."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "Being able to eat, have contact with matter, and be immortal—isn't that immortality?"
"I'm afraid that more and more wizards will choose to become ghosts in the future."
Nick nodded, then shook his head.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked hastily.
Nick sighed. "Harry, you used that word—'choice'—very well."
"You've probably noticed that those who become ghosts are all wizards; those ghost horses and ghost dogs are just byproducts of wizards becoming ghosts."
"The reason why wizards can become ghosts is that they can leave their own mark on the world, so that they can walk helplessly in the places where they have lived and walked."
"Essentially, we are an ambiguous product that neither the underworld nor the living world accepts, belonging neither to this side nor to that side."
"We are not really alive."
"I simply chose to become a frail imitation of the living me."
Ron raised his hand. "You're wrong."
"You know, for a long time last year, I discovered my talent for gossip and rumors and started asking around everywhere."
"I also know about the story of Moaning Myrtle in the washroom."
"She was Muggle-born, Ravenclaw witch, who died in the bathroom while still a student."
"But as a ghost, she's not like you said, only able to stay in the places she's passed by."
"In fact, she followed Oliver Humbell, who had previously mocked her, for a long time, and continued to do so even after the witch graduated."
"After the Moaning Myrtle disrupted her brother's wedding, Oliver had to go to the Ministry of Magic for help before Moaning Myrtle could stop her."
"She stayed in the bathroom at Hogwarts where she died from then on."
"So, ghosts aren't like you described at all."
Nick hesitated for a moment, "Is that so? But many ghosts are—"
Harry pushed up his glasses. "There's only one truth: ghosts can't reach unfamiliar places because they themselves are averse to them."
"Muggle-born and has only been to Diagon Alley and Hogwarts in the Wizarding World, is able to do this, presumably because of Oliver Humbell, an acquaintance of Moaning Myrtle. She wants to follow her, and thus gets rid of her aversion to unfamiliar places."
"Just like you are now, coming to the Shrieking Shack to make money."
"With so many ghosts, it's impossible that every single one of them has been to the Shrieking Shack."
Nick coughed. "You've got it wrong."
"After being transformed by the magic of light, we naturally discovered that we could freely go to unfamiliar places."
"Discovered?" Ron frowned. "How did you discover it?"
Nick explained, "Our essence is an imprint. For example, if I leave Hogwarts to go to the execution ground where I'm beheaded, I can get there instantly."
"There are many points of light in our brains, and those points of light are the places we can reach."
"At each location, we can only move within a certain area."
"This scope isn't strictly limited to places I had to have personally visited in my lifetime. For example, I've been to Hogwarts, so I can actually go to all the rooms Hogwarts. Even the girls' restrooms, cough cough."
"It mainly means that we cannot go too far from that location."
"Therefore, we could not go down indefinitely, penetrating deep layers of rock, nor could we go up indefinitely, flying thousands of miles into the sky."
Harry's eyes lit up. "So you can do it now?"
"If you go to the outside world, can you keep flying and fly out of Earth?"
"After all, you don't need to eat, and physical radiation is useless to you."
"Great idea!" Nick slapped his thigh. "How come I never thought of that!"
"Our Warpath as ghosts is the boundless universe!"
"That's a great idea!"
"But let's wait a bit. We haven't really enjoyed the things that living people do yet. I've almost forgotten what it feels like to eat, bathe, and reproduce."
Ron agreed, "Yes, good food and toys are not to be missed."
"There's nothing fun in the universe. And what's so fun about the universe? You can get there by riding a broomstick, right? (The frogs living on the moon. An interview with a wizard published in the Quibbler claimed that he flew to the moon on a Cleansweep Six and brought back a bag of frogs as evidence. Such claims have many followers among wizards who don't understand science.)"
Harry was speechless.
Ron continued, "You still haven't told me how you discovered the restriction disappeared!"
Nick shrugged. "Of course, it's when the light in my mind disappears after my body becomes visible."
"The Fat Friar first discovered this went straight to the beach in Hogsmeade."
"At first, we thought this could only be done when the body was visible. After all, those light spots would reappear when the body was ethereal."
"But after testing, even if it remains in a blurred state, the ghost's appearance can still go to unfamiliar locations."