Resurrection Potion

After what happened in Herbology Class, the young wizards of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff had little hope for Lockhart.

But when Cornish Pixies ran rampant throughout the classroom, even hanging Neville from a chandelier, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor abandoned his students and ran away alone, which the young wizards still found unbelievable.

"If I accidentally see his portrait now, I feel so nauseous that I can't eat." Neville picked off a whole chicken leg with his teeth and swallowed it whole, making his voice sound a little distorted.

The fact that Neville, who is usually timid, could say such harsh words proves that he is utterly disappointed in Lockhart.

"He keeps talking to me about fame and the news all day long, he doesn't act like a professor at all," Harry complained irritably.

Lockhart could have just said it himself, but he kept pulling Lockhart along as if they were kindred spirits exchanging experiences.

"And then there's Colin Creevey," Ron added, "he's always hoping to say 'Hi, Harry!' to Harry if Harry could at least reply with 'Hi, Colin!'"

"Oh! It's like he's received a response from his lover."

Colin Creevey is a freshman in Gryffindor. Because he is so obsessed with Harry, he behaves like a pervert, always stalking and taking pictures of him.

Harry felt a chill run down his spine at his lover's words, and he made up his mind to avoid Colin Creevey from now on.

But some things can't be avoided, like having to eat in the Great Hall or go back to the lounge. Colin always manages to corner him and then humbly ask for an autographed photo.

Lockhart, as if he possessed some kind of summoning magic, would always appear whenever Colin took a photo, turning the solo portrait of the boy into a photo of the boy and the magical Professor Lockhart together.

Harry's expression of gnashing hatred yet utter helplessness became a daily spectacle that Loren and the others eagerly anticipated.

Friday night, in the Potions Master's office.

This Sorcerer's Stone was supposed to perish with Nicol, but now it has ended up in his hands. Loren didn't want the Sorcerer's Stone to gather dust in his possession, so he could only use it as a source of Magic Power, doing things like removing Trace.

Out of respect for Nicol and trust in Snape, Loren accepted Snape's invitation to study the Sorcerer's Stone before leaving school last semester.

But Loren later thought about it carefully and realized that those words about legendary Potions, about leaving names in textbooks, the nature of magic, and the mysteries of Potions were too vague, and Snape himself wouldn't believe them.

However, Loren still lent out the Sorcerer's Stone, wanting to see what this Potions Master was up to.

On the experimental table, irrelevant tools were placed aside, and only a cup of viscous, transparent liquid and a red Sorcerer's Stone were placed on the table.

Snape bent over, leaning close to the table, and gently scraped the Sorcerer's Stone with a silver knife. The light shone on Snape's pale face, making him look serious, cautious, and focused, like a devout believer in prayer; his entire behavior inexplicably revealed a sense of piety.

A few tiny red particles peeled off the main body and stuck to the blade.

The dust-like powder was so fine that Loren, with his eyes bulging, hesitated for a moment before finally speaking, "Even though the Sorcerer's Stone can't be regenerated, there's no need to be so frugal, is there?"

Snape turned and glanced at him with a flat, unwavering gaze, like an abyss. Without a word, Snape turned back to continue his experiment.

He carefully poured the powder into the clear, viscous liquid beside him. Some of the remaining powder stuck to the silver knife, so Snape simply submerged the entire blade in the slime.

"The extract of slime mold duckweed from the Pantanal Swamp is the most effective and stable Magic Power inducer discovered to date."

While conducting his experiments, Snape faithfully fulfilled his duty as a teacher, explaining the knowledge in a flat tone, "It has good magical properties, but even if you poured the vast Magic Power of a hundred adult wizards into it, it would only produce tiny bubbles."

Loren's eyes lit up. "Can it be used in Alchemy?"

Stable and highly conductive, these properties sound perfect for powerful Alchemy Array.

Snape glanced at him again but didn't answer; he was intently observing the contents of the cup.

The Sorcerer's Stone Powder, imbued with immense Magic Power, dissolved in the viscous liquid, causing a fiery red color to rise in patches. Bubbles rose, and the viscous solution, like boiling water, released a large amount of light and heat.

The silver knife tumbled in the slime, striking the inner wall of the cup with a crisp sound.

After an unknown amount of time, Loren and Snape, facing the solution, had flushed faces and were burning hot, as if they were facing a blazing campfire, having watched it all night.

Snape first used Freezing Charm to cool the cup, then reached out and carefully retrieved the silver dagger.

The knife had cooled completely, and the metallic handle felt slightly icy. Snape sensed the difference the moment he held it. He pinched the knife between his long, slender fingers and gave it a gentle swing.

A beam of Magic Power light shot out from the tip of the blade, struck the wall of the storeroom, and was absorbed by Hogwarts ' defensive array.

"This knife has the properties of a magic wand!" Loren exclaimed in surprise.

Snape's action just now was not Wandless Magic, but rather he replaced the gesture of waving a wand with waving a knife, which indicates that the knife has acquired some of the characteristics of a wand.

"Without the wand core and its material properties, it can only barely cast some simple spells, and its power is not as great as a wand." Snape quickly figured it out. "The slime in the cup was in a chaotic state just now, and the properties of the Sorcerer's Stone were activated, transferring the properties of the extract to the silver knife!"

Snape's tone grew increasingly excited. "This means that given the right conditions, we can make the Sorcerer's Stone work!"

"Chaos, Magic Power, excellent conductor..." Snape paced back and forth in front of the experimental table, muttering the experimental conditions. The Potions Master, who had just been calm and silent, was now in a daze.

From the moment he learned about the Sorcerer's Stone, Snape's lifeless heart was no longer the same.

The Philosopher's Stone, capable of granting wishes and turning the impossible into possible, is Potions of immortality. Since the Sorcerer's Stone is so powerful, could it also bring the dead back to life?

These four words, as if possessed by Magic Power, took root in Snape's heart and grew countless tentacles, frantically stirring his desires.

During the holiday, he researched everything about the Sorcerer's Stone, but it only fueled his desires and longings.

He exerted all his strength to control his behavior and tried his best to play the role of Professor Snape Severus Snape. He didn't start the experiment until Friday night of the first week, which was an amazing display of his perseverance.

But with the Sorcerer's Stone right in front of him, its magical properties defied the laws of magic, and he could no longer control his thoughts, constantly pondering the possibility of Resurrection Potion.

"What does immortality have to do with replacement? What exactly is being replaced..." Snape kept muttering to himself.

Although Loren didn't know what had happened, the scene before him was clearly abnormal.

"Professor! Professor!" Loren couldn't help but interrupt him, "Nicol, as a craftsman, could make full use of the Sorcerer's Stone, and he only ever crafted the Elixir of Life in his entire life."

"He can't even be considered ageless; his body is severely aged, and a gust of wind could cause him to break a bone."

Loren didn't want this Potions Master to become obsessed with unrealistic fantasies; if he did, his entire life might end in vain.

But these words were like a spark, completely igniting the light in Snape's eyes. He excitedly half-squatted down, shaking Loren's shoulders incessantly. "You said Nicolas Flamel isn't immortal, he's just immortal! He's just immortal!"

"The Sorcerer's Stone's property is replacement. Nicol's elixir of immortality simply replaces death! Replacing a death that hasn't yet occurred is the elixir of immortality; but if a death that has already occurred is replaced—"

"This is the Resurrection Potion!"

Loren immediately understood Snape's idea: he wanted to use the Sorcerer's Stone to create Resurrection Potion, to undo the mistakes he had made, and to bring Lily back to life.

"Replace! Immortality! Hahahahahaha!" Snape was acting like a madman, his eyes wide with laughter, showing no trace of his usual Potions Master.

This was already a bit frightening. Loren held up the Sorcerer's Stone and threatened, "Professor Snape! Given your condition, I think we should stop the experiments!"

"Moreover, death is a fundamental law of life, and any attempt to reverse death will inevitably bring about enormous disaster!"

"You don't understand! You don't understand at all!" A tear rolled down Snape's left eye, stripping away the shell of madness, stripping away the disguise of arrogance and indifference, revealing a body tormented by guilt, regret, and self-blame for eleven years.

"I'm willing to give anything to open those eyes again." He didn't explain anything, but took a deep breath, squatted down and looked at Loren, and said in a trembling voice, "I will not break the laws of the world. Characteristic transfer requires a target. I will become a vessel to bear death."

"Please let me continue this experiment."

This is... the Head of House of Slytherin... It seems that even the eternally proud Professor Snape's gesture made Loren feel as if something was blocking his heart.

Loren gripped the Sorcerer's Stone in his palm and finally agreed:

"You need to follow three rules. First, this matter must be approved by Dumbledore."

"Secondly, I must be present for the use of the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Third, you must live a normal life during the experiment."

The basement corridor was quiet, with shadows lurking around the corners, swaying as if they were about to devour someone.

Loren didn't know how he walked out of Snape's office. Snape's soft words still echoed in his mind, "Speciality transfer requires a target. I will become a vessel for death."

There will only be one update today. I kowtow to my readers and dare not make any promises. I will make up for it later if I can.