In the mysterious world of magic, there were many things that could not be observed from a normal perspective.
However, this abnormality was only for the human race. After all, the mysteries of nature were endless, and all kinds of miraculous things could happen.
Soul symbiosis was not a difficult problem to understand. It was not even difficult to implement, at least for Voldemort.
Parasites did not have feelings. The face behind Quirrell's head was just a fake face. In other words, it was a flat, magically constructed image.
What he could see and hear actually came from his perception of the external world.
Without a body to protect his soul, it was not a problem for him to survive in the dissipating magic elements. However, it was not a good thing.
However, when he obtained the Philosopher's Stone, he would be able to regain his body.
Following a light explosion, Quirrell disappeared from the room.
Not long after, news of the theft at Gringotts spread throughout the Wizard World.
...
Time jumped.
"That's why I said, living in this place is not bad."
The old man polished the watch in his hand. His movements were very skillful. His wrinkled fingers were unusually nimble. Every time the small blade between his hands cut across the watch, an obscure magic power would be engraved on it.
It was an ordinary afternoon.
In a remote alley of Hogsmeade Village, a new watch shop suddenly opened. This should have been something that the students would welcome, but strangely, no one came here.
The ticking sound of the clock filled the shop, making the afternoon quiet and leisurely. Of course, today was another day with no business.
Because the Scarlet Loyalty Spell was used here.
No one could see this shop, so naturally, no customers came.
However, the boss did not feel anxious at all. He just concentrated on making the clock. Occasionally, he would raise his head and say a few words to the old lady behind the counter who was immersed in her reading.
When it was almost evening, an old man wearing black gloves and a coat pushed open the door and entered. He sat on the other side of the workbench and chatted with the boss for a while. However, their conversation did not seem to be pleasant.
After the old man left, Nicole Lemour put down the work in her hands and helplessly shook her head.
"It looks like Dumbledore is about to make a move. He actually thought of using that mirror to protect the sorcerer's stone.
If it was up to me, I would have just destroyed it. Leaving a rock without much mana would be a waste of time. That Voldemort was also a fool.
However, looking at Dumbledore's anxious expression, I'm afraid that something new has happened. Could it be that the Black Devil King has come out of the tower again? "
"What does that have to do with you?"
The old lady behind the counter curled her finger and flicked Nicole LeMay with a blast of air.
"Don't meddle in things that you shouldn't meddle in. Let the young people handle their own matters. We're all old people who are about to enter the ground. Isn't it good to wait here obediently?"
That being said, Madame Lemay was much more spirited than Monsieur Lemay, who was also a white-haired old man.
Perhaps it was because he didn't have to worry about anything.
"That's true."
Nicole Lemour lowered her head again and continued to work on this alchemy item. If there were no accidents, she would have about one or two years left in her life. She planned to use this time to make a real 'time converter'.
It wasn't the defective products that were used in the Wizard's World that could only fool children. It was a real legendary alchemy item that could manipulate the laws of time, or it could be called a god's relic.
A god's relic that he had personally created.
It was a pity that he had failed so many times.
In this clock shop, all the clocks displayed were defective products that he had made.
These clocks, from big to small, could all maintain absolute accuracy without exception. However, they couldn't be reversed.
Because they didn't need to be calibrated like ordinary clocks, the outer shell of these clocks was very shiny, or had some special design on it — that was the design of Madame Lemour.
The witch who was reading the book clearly had an extremely high artistic standard. What hung around the witch's neck was the piece that was closest to the ideal 'Time Converter' of all his creations so far.
It was a silver-grey pocket watch.
This pocket watch had been made for many years. From the fine marks on Madame Lemour's neck, one could see that it wasn't a light object. The outer shell of the pocket watch wasn't inlaid with any gorgeous gems or other magical items.
Instead, it was carved with a pair of delicate bird heads.
They didn't look like the heads of immortal birds, but more like the heads of peacocks, with feathers on both sides. But the strange thing was that the pair of bird heads stretched out their slender necks and intertwined together, looking like some kind of black magic.
Even if it wasn't at the level of shocking, it wasn't simple magic.
After all, this was a Wizard who had lived in this world for six hundred years. The things that they knew were things that most Wizards in this world couldn't imagine.
After saying a few words to her husband, Madame Lemour's reading mood was completely interrupted. She reached out and held the pocket watch, skillfully flicking open the cover, and looked at the dial inside.
This was an activity. Observing the stable direction of a work could help them make a better one.
The hands were still moving steadily, but to Madame Lemour's ears, the ticking sound was like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.
She wasn't afraid of death. After living for so many years, death was no longer a problem for her and her husband.
But …
"Today's pocket watch seems a little different."
Madame Lemour frowned. She was indeed old, and sometimes her mind wasn't sharp. But when she thought about it carefully, there was no problem.
It seemed like time was a little slower.
Madame Lemour couldn't remember what time it was. Although there were many clocks in the room, there weren't many with a second hand like the one in her hand that could tell the time in such a short time.
She was about to stand up and look at the accurate clock across the counter, but just as she stood up, she suddenly heard the sound of the doorbell opening.
The witch turned her head and saw a young boy walking in through the door.
"Excuse me, is anyone here?"
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