parentshiftbook Chapter 113 Upgrading the Raven's Eye
Chapter 113 Upgrading the Raven's Eye
Chapter 113 Upgrading the Raven's Eye
Lynch pushed open the door to the school infirmary and walked down the dimly lit corridor toward the outside of the castle.
The warm smile that had been on his face just moments before had vanished, leaving only an almost indifferent calm.
His footsteps were very light, barely echoing in the stone corridor, just like his thoughts at that moment, which were deeply hidden.
Recalling Harry's reaction just now—the fleeting wavering and hope in those green eyes—Lynch silently assessed in his mind how much trust the other could place in him.
What she said to Harry was indeed sincere and heartfelt, but the underlying scheming could not be ignored.
The promise to protect and nurture Harry was genuine; he would wholeheartedly cultivate him... as long as Harry remained by his side.
As he thought of this, Lily's face appeared before his eyes, her eyes so similar to Harry's, as if she were still watching him across life and death.
Lin Qi did not stop walking, but his eyes flickered slightly.
Alright, considering he's the son of an old friend, I'll nurture him wholeheartedly, no matter which side he ultimately chooses to stand on.
Lynch quietly changed his mind.
This was his silent promise to Lily, and also an explanation of his past.
The castle gates slowly opened before him, and the cold wind of the Scottish Highlands rushed in, carrying the scent of damp grass and trees.
He stepped into the cool night and returned to the stone house that stood alone in the forbidden forest.
The room was empty, with only the occasional soft crackling of the embers in the fireplace.
Thors had finished his daily cleaning and returned to the castle, but thoughtfully left a pot of hot tea on the small square table in front of the fireplace. The aroma of the tea wafted through the air, filling the room with a sense of warmth.
Lin Qi's gaze swept around habitually, then suddenly fixed on the purple yew wood desk, where the last grain of sand in the hourglass had quietly fallen to the bottom at some unknown time.
He strode to the desk and opened the middle drawer.
Inside the drawer, the vibrant red Philosopher's Stone lay quietly, radiating a soft and enduring glow.
Beneath the Philosopher's Stone lay a letter.
Lin Qi pulled out the letter.
The envelope was blank; inside, written in elegant and intricate handwriting, were a few lines of brief text:
"Dear Mr. Lynch, the Philosopher's Stone is yours now. May it serve its purpose in your hands."
The final signature is an abbreviation—NL
Lynch put down the letter and touched it with his fingertips.
The warm, smooth texture felt as if a pulse was beating within it. The supreme alchemical artifact that Voldemort had painstakingly sought over the past year, coveted by countless wizards and even Muggles, was now in his palm.
Without hesitation, he turned and walked to the back of the stairs—not upwards, but onto the staircase that was difficult for ordinary people to detect, suspended in the shadows, and stepped into his alchemy chamber.
The air suddenly turned cold, filled with the smell of metal and dust.
In the center of the alchemy room, a square stone basin sits on a dark stone table.
The stone basin was filled with dark, night-like black sand and gravel. A few wisps of faint black mist swirled around the rim of the basin, coiling around the raven standing motionless above it like living creatures. It had now returned to its original size, its wings folded, its eyes deep and unfathomable, standing motionless on the perch.
Lin Qi walked to the stone platform, bent down and examined the gravel in the stone basin.
The stone basin contained a precious magical material known as Styx Sand, which was ten thousand times more valuable than gold.
This magical material has disappeared from the existing magical world and can only be found in some ancient tombs.
What Lynch was looking at were the things that Gringotts goblins had dug out from inside the Egyptian pyramids.
To acquire them, Lynch paid one-tenth of the Stone Tower Chamber of Commerce's profits for the year.
Reggie and Lucius put on quite a show for this.
Feeling the chilling aura that seemed to freeze his soul, he straightened up, stretched out his right hand, and suspended the magic stone above the dark sand.
A wisp of black energy silently coiled towards the magic stone, but shattered inch by inch the moment it touched the soft red light on the surface of the magic stone.
Seeing this, Lin Qi nodded in satisfaction.
He put the magic stone aside and turned to beckon two large, transparent jars from the shelf next to him.
The jar contained a clear, water-like liquid.
In fact, the jar did contain water, but it wasn't ordinary water; it was dew.
It was specially collected from the cemetery; the dew that condensed on the bouquets offered to the deceased at the gravesite was icy cold, tinged with the edge of life and death.
This isn't as precious as the Sands of the Styx, but it does require some effort to collect.
Lin Qi took a jar in his hand, opened the lid, and slowly poured the dew inside into the stone basin.
He leaned to one side, while muttering ancient and astringent incantations in a low voice.
Once one can is empty, switch to another.
He only stopped chanting after all two large jars of dew had been poured into the stone basin.
Lin Qi looked down at the stone basin.
Surprisingly, even after pouring two large jars of dew, there was not a trace of water in the stone basin, and the dark sand remained exactly as it had been.
Lin Qi quietly looked at the gravel in the stone basin.
Suddenly, a tiny glimmer of light appeared on the surface of a grain of sand, flashing and disappearing in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, as if receiving some signal, the second and third points, and countless starlight, flickered one after another, their brightness uncertain.
Each point of starlight was extremely small, and for a moment, it seemed as if a tranquil sea of stars, shrunk to a billion times smaller, appeared in the stone basin in front of Lin Qi.
As the starlight began to twinkle, Lynch turned and picked up the magic stone that was lying to the side.
He held the magic stone between three fingers and slowly placed it towards the raven's chest on the branch.
As the Philosopher's Stone drew near, the raven's breast feathers silently parted to the sides, revealing its deep purple-black wood-grained body—the texture of yew wood, ancient, resilient, and capable of bearing the weight of life, death, and magic.
Lynch's finger continued forward.
The moment the magic stone at her fingertips touched the raven's body, the deep purple wood grain surface rippled like water.
Without a sound, the Philosopher's Stone was inserted into the raven's chest.
He withdrew his finger, his feathers silently folding together, and the raven remained motionless on the perch.
Lynch's expression turned serious. He reached out and scooped the raven up from the branch.
He pressed the raven's head against the center of his forehead and began to utter new incantations.
He chanted for a full ten minutes before slowly placing the raven wood carving into the stone basin.
The raven stood silently on the surface of the dark Styx sand, with the light of a miniature starry sea shimmering beneath its feet.
Slowly, the raven sank to the surface of the Styx Sands.
Although it was much taller than the stone basin, it continued to sink until it was completely submerged.