"Emerald Tablet"

Michael Corner asked curiously, "You went to Egypt? What was it like there?"

"I don't think it's actually that great over there..." Fred frowned. "After going there and coming back, I feel like I've become much more cultured..."

"Indeed, we're almost assimilated by Percy." George sighed. "Those few lines of poetry we just recited were brought back from Egypt."

Anthony Goldstein asked, "There's a large Alchemy Research Center in Egypt; haven't you gone to take a look?"

Chris Moen realized, "Yeah! You guys study Magical Fireworks, you must be very interested in that, right?"

Fred shook his head in pain. "We didn't go there. We were planning to sneak out in the middle of the night..."

George made a similar expression, "Mom must have guessed, because she appeared in front of us as soon as we opened the door."

"So what did you guys go to see?" Terry Boot scratched his head, his eyes suddenly lighting up. "The Pyramids! There are a lot of Pyramids in Egypt, right? Were they fun?"

"It seemed like there was a lot of Dark Magic..." Fred recalled, "But it's all been deciphered..."

George added, "Yes! Bill is an Curse-Breaker, and he said there used to be dancing mummies, but unfortunately we can't see them anymore."

Bill's full name is Bill Weasley. He is the eldest son of the Weasley family. After graduating, he went to work at Gringotts and was later sent to Egypt to serve as a local Gringotts Curse-Breaker.

This is a rather dangerous job, requiring the assistance of the local Ministry of Magic and Gringotts to decipher the magic in various Wizard Ruins and bring back valuable items.

"Dancing mummies?" Terry Boot exclaimed in surprise, then quickly asked, "I thought they were just lying in coffins."

Fred chuckled and said, "It's basically Inferi... but not entirely Inferi..."

George explained, "Their Alchemy is indeed advanced! It's said that those Inferi are actually alchemical products!"

Wizet, as if struck by a sudden thought, said, "That's also an alchemical product? Egypt is said to be the birthplace of Alchemy..."

"There is a record called the Emerald Tablet, which should be particularly famous... Have you seen any books that interpret the Emerald Tablet?"

"I knew you'd ask that..." Fred laughed, "But no deciphering has been found...it seems this Emerald Tablet is undecipherable."

"It's really that amazing?" Wizet was even more curious.

George said, "Bill mentioned to us that... the Emerald Tablet is kept at the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center and is not on public display, but rubbings are available for sale everywhere."

He fumbled in his pocket, pulled out a folded piece of parchment, and unfolded it to show everyone. "This is it..."

The parchment was covered with rows and rows of strange patterns, each pattern very clear and arranged neatly in rows.

Wizet frowned slightly, looking at the rows of patterns, and tentatively asked, "Are these hieroglyphics?"

"It's somewhat similar to hieroglyphics, isn't it?" Fred replied. "Anyway, these patterns are magical, but I can't understand them at all."

"I don't understand it either..." George shrugged helplessly, "But when I asked Bill, he did mention the Emerald Tablet ..."

"It is said that every Alchemy can interpret the contents of the text in their own way... and the interpretation will only belong to that Alchemy."

"It can only belong to this Alchemy?" Wizet raised an eyebrow, pondering George's words.

It sounds somewhat similar to the concept of "Magical Understanding," but if we extend it further, it can be extended to the level of the soul.

Perhaps because everyone's soul is different, the things that can be used to explain things will also differ.

"Only the genuine ' Emerald Tablet ' can possess the corresponding function?" Wizet asked thoughtfully. "The significance of these rubbings... is it like a souvenir?"

"It doesn't seem like that!" George shook his head. "At least Bill told us that... whether it's a rubbing or the real Emerald Tablet, you can see something different."

"Oh, right! Bill also said!" Fred added, "The stone tablet on which the Emerald Tablet is attached is made of a very peculiar alchemical material, which is said to be indestructible..."

Following Fred's words, Wizet pondered, "So, the Emerald Tablet can be passed down indefinitely?"

He had a vague feeling that the form of the Emerald Tablet was very similar to the Sweden Runes.

"It's all very interesting..." George said. "It seems that Nicolas Flamel also saw the Emerald Tablet, and the reason he was able to create the Philosopher's Stone was thanks to the Emerald Tablet."

"Nicolas Flamel ..." Wizet murmured.

He thought of Professor Quirrell, who had become Nicolas Flamel's student in order to solve the Philosopher's Stone problem. He wondered what Professor Quirrell's situation was now.

Perhaps because Nicolas Flamel was a legendary Alchemy whose travels and residences required a high degree of secrecy, Professor Quirrell had remained out of contact.

"Wizet, here you go!" George handed Wizet a rubbing of the Emerald Tablet. "I think you should like this."

Fred added, "We also asked Bill to help us find materials to interpret the Emerald Tablet."

"But don't get your hopes up too high... these kinds of things are quite difficult, and the chances of not finding one are very high."

Wizet quickly said, "I thank you all anyway."

"You're being too polite!" Fred and George said, exchanging winks. "Why are you being so formal with us?"

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the door; it was Penelope, who was patrolling the corridor.

Fred immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear! This isn't ours..."

"What are you doing here?" Percy's voice cut off Fred's next sentence. "What kind of tricks are you planning?"

"What's there to be shy about..." George clicked his tongue. "It's been a year already, and you're still so young..."

"Back to your compartment!" Percy's face flushed red, looking like a ripe red pepper.

"Alright, alright!" Fred and George raised their left hands, placed their palms on their right shoulders, leaned forward, and said in unison, "Have a pleasant patrol!"

"You guys!" Percy's face turned almost liver-colored as he looked up and grabbed Fred and George.

"Hey! What are you trying to do!" Fred and George burst into laughter and slipped away under Percy's armpits.

Wizet and Luna exchanged a smile. Fred and George had actually written to him before, mentioning in the letter that Percy's unusual behavior last year was because he was dating Pelosi.

However, they are both somewhat shy people, so they have never made it public.

Watching Penelope and Percy leave, Michael sighed deeply, while Anthony and the others looked completely bewildered...

It seems I can't post comments... So I'll answer Master Shilezhi's comment here...

According to some historical records, Nicolas Flamel received inspiration in a dream after copying Alchemy texts, and created the Philosopher's Stone using the Book of Abraham. The Emerald Tablet, however, originated from the "Emerald Tablet of Thoth Thoth," the local God of Wisdom. Since the Emerald Tablet is considered the source of Alchemy, some interesting possibilities arise:

The earliest origin of Alchemy is the Emerald Tablet. Nicolas Flamel may have been inspired by a translation of the Emerald Tablet, thus obtaining the Book of Abraham in a dream. Therefore, after much consideration, I have directly linked Nicolas Flamel to the Emerald Tablet, and the Book of Abraham is the Alchemy that Nicolas Flamel himself comprehended through the Emerald Tablet. That's roughly the whole process.