Chapter 11 Legends, Friends

The next morning, when the sky was still dim, Qiz woke up and started his knight training.
Ironically, he used to avoid standing if he could sit down, and avoid sitting if he could lie down, he was a complete lazy person. Since he started his knight training, he has become more and more obsessed with the feeling of increasing his strength and the refreshing feeling after exhausting his physical energy.
After most of the students got up, Qiz washed up quickly and picked up the timetable from the bedside table. Then he left the dormitory and started his first day of magic learning with the crowd.
Of course, like most ordinary subjects, his first magic class started with theory.
"...The essence of magic is the resonance between magic power and the spirit, thus..."
Qi Zhi listened carefully to every word the professor said, compared it with what he had already memorized, and gained a deeper understanding than by trying to figure it out on his own.
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One day passed by quickly, with either theoretical classes or attendance and self-introduction sessions, and no particularly important courses. After finishing a day of studying, Qi Zhi chose to come to the library.
He has always had a question in his heart, a question about the reaper, and now he finally has the opportunity to come to the library to consult information. He also wants to quickly learn about the Philosopher's Stone.
After class, he immediately came to the library and searched around, but being a freshman, he wasn't very familiar with this place and couldn't find anything for a long time.
It wasn't until he saw students asking for the book that Mrs. Pince was looking for that he realized he should have asked the library administrator for help in finding the book.
After describing to Mrs. Pince the type of story he was looking for about three brothers and three powerful magical objects and information about Nicolas Flamel.
He found a book that talked about the story of three brothers and a huge old book in the library smoothly.
The book about the story of three brothers wrote:
“Once upon a time, there were three brothers who arrived at a riverbank. The river was deep and swift, and they could neither wade nor swim across it.
However, the three brothers had magical powers, and with a flick of their wands, they conjured up a great bridge to cross the river. But halfway across, they found a hooded figure blocking their path.
Death spoke to them. He was angry that he had been fooled by these three new victims, as travelers usually drowned in this river. But Death was cunning. He pretended to praise the brothers' magic, and because they cleverly avoided him, each of them would win a prize.
The eldest brother obtained a powerful wand, while the second brother, an arrogant man, wanted to make Death look even more foolish by demanding the power to bring others back from Death. Death picked up a stone from the riverbank and gave it to the second brother, telling him that the stone had the power to bring the dead back to life.
Harry asked the Death to give him something that would allow him to go beyond the Death's jurisdiction. The Death reluctantly gave him his invisibility cloak.
Subsequently, for their own purposes, the three brothers separated. The eldest brother arrived at a remote village and had his throat slit by a warlock.
The second brother returned to his solitary home. In endless despair, he went insane and killed himself in order to truly join her world.
However, the Grim Reaper searched for many years but could never find his third brother. It wasn't until he was very old that he took off his cloak of invisibility and left it to his son. He greeted the Grim Reaper like an old friend and happily walked with him, leaving the world just like his brother did.
This is the legend about the three divine artifacts. Keats believes that the true history may not be as simple and casual as the story tells.
The result of the simulator and his intuition tell him that there are many hidden things in this story. Now he has just entered the magical world and knows little about everything. He can't guess what is hidden in this story right now, so he can only write down the whole story and investigate it later.
Just as he was about to continue reading the huge old book for clues about the Philosopher's Stone, he saw a familiar figure.
It was Hermione! She had come to the library alone, picked out several thick books, and went to a deserted corner to quickly flip through them in silence.
"The opportunity came so quickly!" He was slightly excited, and then silently picked up the book he had chosen and slowly walked to Hermione's table, asking softly, "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"
Hermione raised her head slightly and frowned a little, but did not respond. She lowered her head and continued reading.
Without receiving a response, Cheez assumed that she had agreed and gently placed the borrowed book on the table, then continued to flip through the huge old book.
Hermione seemed to sense his movement and furrowed her brows again without even lifting her head.
Instead of continuing to chat with her, Kees immersed himself in reading.
Nicolas Flamel's achievements were clearly marked in the book, so Kees easily found the relevant passage.
The book says that Nicolas Flamel is the only maker of the known Philosopher's Stone!
Ancient alchemy involved the creation of the Philosopher's Stone, a miraculous substance with incredible powers. The Stone can turn any metal into pure gold and create the Elixir of Life, which makes whoever drinks it immortal.
For many centuries, there have been numerous reports about the philosopher's stone, but the only known one still in existence belongs to the renowned alchemist and opera enthusiast, Mr. Nicolas Flamel. He celebrated his 665th birthday last year and is currently living in seclusion with his wife, Perenelle, who is 658 years old, in the county of Devon.
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In this book, Kiz did not find any direct evidence linking the Philosopher's Stone to the Resurrection Stone. However, he did make some discoveries, as he found out the method and conditions for using the Alchemy of Gold. For those without the Philosopher's Stone, this is simply a Dragon Slaying spell; but for him, who had the False Philosopher's Stone, it became a real and precious treasure.
It's a pity that the recipe for the elixir of immortality was not found, otherwise it would have been a big profit this time. Perhaps it is not disclosed due to protection of higher level knowledge.
After finding what he was looking for, he began to flip through the book aimlessly, using his photographic memory skill to gather knowledge from the books.
"Who reads like this?" Hermione couldn't help but ask, whispering.
"I have a photographic memory, is that not allowed?" Cheeze smiled and whispered back.
"I don't believe it."
"You don't believe me? Go ahead and ask any question about the first 300 pages, I've already read them." He handed her the book he was holding.
"..." Hermione didn't take the book or say anything, she just kept reading with her head down.
Chiz continued to read until break time, when Mrs. Pince began to usher people out of the library.
"Do you really have photographic memory?" whispered Hermione, who came out with her.
"Of course it's real, why would I lie to you?"
"Can you teach me how to do it then?"
"Sorry, I can't, because for me it's not a talent but rather a torture. Have you ever heard of a brain disorder called hyperthymesia in the Muggle world?" Cheeze starts to make something up.
"I have heard of it. It is said that people who suffer from this disease passively remember all the memories they have experienced and can't forget them. It is a very torturous disease."
"Yes, that's right. I have this disease."
"Can't it be cured with magic?"
"No, it can't. It treats the symptoms but not the underlying cause. For example, the Memory Charm can make people forget some things, but it can't cure my illness."
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Like this, we talked all the way until we reached the door of the dormitory.
"I'm Quirinus Quirrell. Do you remember the day we first entered school together on the same boat, Harry and Ron?"
"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you."
"Now we're friends, right? How about we go to the library together to study tomorrow?" Kees invites.
"Hmm, friend," Hermione nodded, her fluffy brown hair swaying slightly, looking a bit cute.