Chapter 43 Try
(As you can see, Della, this is the alchemy chamber, which is the legacy left by the Dorotheus family to his last bloodline. But your father, Bronte Dorotheus, hated alchemy and even hated being a wizard)
Listening to Maggie's low scream, Della's hand that was flipping through the book paused slightly, and then continued to read it as if nothing had happened. Page after page was filled with pictures that she couldn't understand, but occasionally there were some scribbled sad words in the middle, writing about her own pain.
'My dear daughter, why did this retribution have to happen to her? No, it's all my fault. The sinful bloodline should be extinct!'
(He wandered the world as a Muggle for a long time, and fell in love with your mother, Doreen Shearer, a very beautiful and gentle woman who also took good care of me.)
'Dorine! Dorine! My poor wife, I have worn you out just by myself, and our daughter has broken your heart. I will snatch Della from the hands of death and let that smile dipped in honey return to your face!'
(You are the fruit of their love, Della. Everyone was happy for you at that time, but the darkness found you. The violent Death Eaters could not tolerate the union of wizards and Muggles. But the most important thing was that your father's alchemical artifact was coveted by Voldemort. After all, it was a technology that had been passed down for thousands of years.)
'What a disgusting bunch of beasts, what a bunch of demons driven by their own selfish desires!'
(In the bloody scene, Bronte fought to the death and could only bring out the dying Doreen and the dying you. In fact, if it weren't for the blessing of alchemy, Doreen's soul would not have been left.)
'She was in so much pain, yet so gentle. No, no, I can't let them pass away in front of me. There is always a way to bring the dead back to life!'
(For his wife and daughter, Brontë picked up alchemy again. He kept your body growing and was committed to bringing back your soul. Doreen also endured the pain that shouldn't exist and cooperated with everything. I think you guessed it, Brontë succeeded.)
"It's the only way. If it's the only way, it's just to give Doreen a little more hope."
(But fate did not let this poor family go. They were still found by Voldemort. As a snake, I could only bring you out, write your name on the snake's tail, and replace the surname Dorotheus, which was cursed by your father, with the surname on the tombstone.)
Her eyes rested on the almost illegible handwriting on the last page. Maggie's narration seemed to have come to an end. Della closed the booklet abruptly. Except for the tears in her eyes, there was no expression on her face.
"Hai-ha-sha (What about you, Maggie? What kind of being are you)?"
"Hasa-Hasa--(Your family's loyal servant, Della, Dorotheus is cursed, but also very beloved. Parseltongue and the evil eye are both gifts in your bloodline. My eyes were transformed when Bronte was still in the family)."
Della listened quietly, her eyebrows slightly lowered, her eyes scanned the stone room and stopped on Maggie's blue-gray snake body. She tilted her head so that Maggie's entire body was in her sight.
"Hai-sha-hi (So, how do you explain that I am Voldemort's bloodline)?"
"Hai-Hashashi (Alchemy is very ancient, Dela. No one can tell what effect that day will have on you when you return to the human world. I can't explain it either)."
"Tap...tap...tap..."
Della tapped her hands on the table rhythmically. She raised her other hand and turned it in front of her eyes. The bright light dyed her fair skin a turmeric color. Della could also see the delicate hairs and blue blood vessels on it.
The hand quickly pressed on her left breast again. The strong beating of her heart and the tapping sound of the table gradually merged into one. It seemed that the only sound in the room was the beating of her heart.
In this tragic and absurd story, what Maggie said may not be true, but it is also necessary to figure out what kind of person she is.
Della's life fell into a routine after that night. She would take some books out of the stone chamber to study every week. She would do her summer homework and read from Monday to Friday, and experiment with alchemy in the stone chamber on weekends. This stone chamber also had a convenience. It could isolate external magic, so Della didn't have to worry about Trace, making it convenient for her to study the book left by Bronte.
She placed the metal that had been smelted and purified countless times before in the center of the parchment with the phase diagram drawn on it. The dark blue phase diagram flickered with a faint light the moment the white metal was placed on it.
Della sprinkled the powder of red spirit ore that she had collected from the vessel earlier. The shadow of the phase diagram glowed with a bright blue light. After floating up from the sheepskin, it began to spin rapidly. The white metal in the center of the phase diagram changed as if it was melted, and the red spirit powder continued to seep into it. A small pure white snake slowly emerged in the interweaving of dark blue and scarlet.
It lay quietly in the center of the blank parchment. The slanted and arched scales on its body were different from the smooth scales of most snakes. Della stroked the scales of the white snake from its head to its tail.
The scales were stiff and even bounced slightly, but the white snake still lay there quietly without any movement.
Obviously, it has no life.
Della frowned, her right hand still on the scales, her body leaning to the left to look at the notes spread out beside her, reviewing the previous steps in her mind, thinking about possible errors.
Although it is not possible to make a large living creature yet, according to Bronte's concept, the smelted metal combined with an appropriate amount of red spirit powder should be able to make that small piece of metal "alive".
"hiss-"
The scales were sharper than she had imagined, and they pierced her fingertips, causing blood to flow out. At this moment, a short chirping sound came from the homework she brought. Della suddenly became flustered. She hurriedly put the scratched finger into her mouth and walked a few steps to the pile of homework to check it.
A familiar small disc fell out of the History of Magic thesis book. It was the inter-worm pager that the twins had given me that day in Hogsmeade. It must have been accidentally mixed in when I was cleaning up.
Oh, yes, I have been studying alchemy for the past two weeks and completely forgot about writing letters to my friends.
No wonder the signal sounded. George and Fred must have been getting impatient waiting. Alas, they didn't even have an owl.
The familiar gentle touch of a snake climbed up her arm, and continued to move up slowly and nimbly. It was so skillful and intimate. It must be Maggie. When it climbed up to her neck and its slightly hard scales touched her exposed skin, Della looked down at the pure white in surprise.
The patterns on its scales were still visible, but they had been retracted and were now rubbing Della's jaw affectionately. Its pure white snake head had the same expression as Maggie's.
Della raised her eyebrows and reached out to transfer it to her hand. She looked at her first work carefully. The pure white snake body and fine scales were the same as planned, except for a small bloody red spot on the snake's belly, which should be the place where her finger had just been scratched.
The white snake stared at Della with its blood-red eyes and gently rubbed the back of Della's hand with its jaw, which seemed very gentle and even a little loving.
Overall, all the little habits are very similar to Maggie's, but they seem, more...ordinary?
Della was unable to correctly describe the feeling the white snake gave her. Bronte's notes did not mention how to control the character of the alchemical creation, and Bronte did not even explain the process of giving life.
Della had originally guessed from the properties of red spirit ore that the smelted red spirit powder was the key to building life. Now it seems that it should be blood, but Della still did not expect it to be so similar to Maggie.
"Haixi—(Can you speak)?"
Della asked tentatively. The little snake tilted its head and shook it slightly. Della frowned and pursed her lips unconsciously.
"Hai-ha (Did the snake succeed)?"
Maggie's low hiss was heard, and Della looked up at the entrance. Maggie's swollen body was slowly sliding in from the dark hole.
Since the conversation that night, Maggie has shown me more of his abilities. Changing his body shape is just the basics. His eyes have the same bewitching power as his own, and seem to be even more powerful because he is not affected by the sequelae.
What amazed Della the most was that he was basically unaffected by magic, and many spells were ineffective on him.
According to Maggie, his body had been transformed by many masters of Dorodosi. In a sense, he himself was the embodiment of the essence of Dorodosi's alchemical skills.
Except for the inability to cast magic or transform into a human, Maggie, who has lived for hundreds of years, is already a perfect creation.
"Haha-Shashi (not very successful, it can't talk and I can't figure out its personality)."
"Haishi-Shashi——(It's okay, it's the first time after all——)"
Maggie's words were interrupted by the white snake in Della's hand, which had been behaving very docilely. Green light spit out from the little white snake's open mouth, hitting Maggie's one-meter-long body directly, and continued to spit out green light to attack Maggie.
It was not until Della reacted and tapped the snake's head lightly with her magic wand that the white snake immediately collapsed and the chaos ended.
"Haisha--Xi... (It seems that this is a successful work)"
Maggie shook her unharmed body, her dark yellow eyes fixed on the pure white in Della's hand, and she hissed in a low voice.