The Philosopher's Stone Obtained

After he left, the Troll that had just vanished into nothingness and the foul-smelling air in the room reappeared in the void, as if nothing had happened.

"Troll, how can there be such a tasteless guy?" The young man was still disgusted by the previous defensive line.

After speaking, the young man looked towards the new room.

There was only one table in the room, on which were seven bottles of different shapes.

At the same time, purple flames rose from the door behind the youth, while black flames leaped from the entrance to the last room.

"A riddle." The young man pursed his lips. "Someone with the strength to get the Philosopher's Stone would need a fireproof Potions to pass? Boring, tedious fellow."

"Just a pointless creation to appease superiors," the young man sighed, walking directly towards the door filled with black flames—the last room—had arrived.

In an empty room, a young man dressed in a moon-white suit, holding a walking stick, stepped out from the flames.

He was completely unharmed, and his fingers were still wreathed in black flames, as if he were savoring the memory.

"A mirror? A mirror that torments the soul?"

"A good idea; it can even detect the hidden nature of Occlumency."

"Looking in the mirror signifies a willingness to reveal one's inner thoughts. If one uses Occlumency, one cannot look in the mirror; the mirror will only show air inside." The young man stood in front of a tall mirror, feeling around, and strange characters kept appearing where his fingertips touched the mirror.

"Only those who truly don't want the Philosopher's Stone can obtain it. Changes at the level of Occlumency cannot be hidden, but what if I change my own heart?" The young man stood in front of the mirror for the first time; before this, he had always avoided face-to-face interaction.

The young man made no move, but his eyes changed—from cynicism to a sense of conviction and unwavering resolve.

The young man in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket—just then, the young man seemed to wake up again—the scene in the mirror suddenly turned into a sky full of stars, the young man's eyes immediately became empty, and everything in the mirror suddenly returned to blankness, as if no one was in front of him.

"I almost had my inner thoughts seen through; it was really dangerous."

"The fourth essential quality of Magician —always maintain a 'poker face'," the young man said in a relaxed tone, then took out his real target for the day— the Philosopher's Stone —from his pocket.

He made a grasping motion with his left hand, and the moonlight that had been surrounding him, just like a special effect, gathered in his left hand—transforming into a red stone that looked exactly like the one in his right hand.

However, this stone contains records of all the performances the young man put on in these rooms.

"Taking it out is difficult, but putting it in is easy," the young man chuckled, and a new figure appeared in the mirror again.

The figure in the mirror smiled and put the stone on the left into its pocket.

"Finally, I won't charge any extra performance fees. Goodbye." The young man played with the stone, then turned into moonlight along with the Philosopher's Stone and disappeared through the void.

In the Third Floor Corridor of Hogwarts, all the rooms seemed as if no one had ever been there.

In Nottingham Forest, moonlight streams through the window into a room atop the castle.

It was a library whose size was completely undetectable from the outside. The window faced a desk, and behind the desk were densely packed bookshelves that seemed to stretch endlessly.

A figure appeared on the chair behind the desk. It gradually became clearer, and it turned out to be a handsome boy wearing Hogwarts wizard robes, playing with a red stone that should have been in the hands of the young man in the white suit.

This is Ryan, "Truly powerful or fragile, creating immortal stones, yet only able to achieve his own immortality through the help of wizards."

"Jack, put him in my room," Ryan instructed the suddenly appearing House-elf.

Ryan could actually appear in the room on his own, but Jack prefers to follow his master's orders. Sometimes, it's better to have him do simple tasks.

That young man was Ryan. He still remembered the trouble Dumbledore had caused his family's Potions business.

The owner of the Philosopher's Stone was dying under the influence of Bleach, Ryan couldn't bear to let this great alchemical artifact be destroyed by Dumbledore, so he took it out ahead of time.

No need to thank me, thrift is a good virtue of the China people.

Three days later, after Ryan and the other first-year students finish their exams.

Back then, Quirrell and Voldemort went through all sorts of trouble to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone, only to find that all they had was an image of Ryan. How interesting that was!

Moreover, once Dumbledore sees this "Philosopher's Stone," he will surely associate it with the moon.

The Ministry of Magic has Space Chamber for studying the universe, so would Dumbledore, the Greatest White Wizard, have any way to know about or find Moon City?

Ryan was really looking forward to Dumbledore finding Moon City.

Moon City is located on the moon, but it borrows the moon's concealing magic, and may even be located in another dimension of the moon, like Smith Castle before Ryan.

This is why Ryan hasn't even gotten close to Moon City yet.

Although Ryan could force the residents of Atlantis to comply if he were to be more assertive, that would be incredibly boring.

As an immortal whose lifespan is no longer in sight, Ryan now prefers to take things slowly.

Let's go back to 1991, June 12th, 4 PM.

Harry and his friends were lying on the grass by the Black Lake, watching the Weasley Twins and Lee Jordan tease the Giant Squid.

"Great, no more studying." Ron sighed happily and stretched out on the grass. "Harry, cheer up. We'll find out how badly we did in a week. There's no need to worry about it now."

"Aren't the results supposed to come out this week? The second week of June, if I remember correctly." Neville asked, looking puzzled, as he held up his Memory Orb to confirm.

"We in the first year are making time for older students, especially fifth and seventh graders who are taking the OWLs and NEWT exams."

"Some of our exams are this week."

"Logically, we should get our results after we get home, which is the third week," An Donglu said, counting on his fingers.

"Merlin's beard! I'm doomed!"

"If I go home, my parents won't have a week to process and accept my grades."

"Harry! What do we do!" Ron couldn't help but shake Harry's shoulder. "You know, I messed up in Transfiguration and Potions Class, and my mom and dad were so happy I got into Ravenclaw! What will they do if they know they have a Ravenclaw with bad grades?"

"I'd like to know what to do too." Harry suddenly rubbed his forehead. "My scar has been hurting—it's hurt before, but never this often."

"It used to hurt?"

"Could it be the You-Know-Who?" Ron's face immediately turned pale, but then returned to normal, even showing joy. This change in expression made Harry forget about his own forehead.