Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 366 Magic Lamp
"What the hell are you talking about!"

Harry stared wide-eyed at the ecstatic two.

"The magic lamp!"

"When Ron and I were traveling in Egypt, we heard the introduction from the local wizard... It was an incredible alchemy item created by the legendary alchemist Maghreb. It was only circulated in the Arabian wizarding world, and few people mastered the technology of making this kind of alchemical item. It is not only well-known in the wizarding world, but even in Muggle legends, Harry, you have heard the story about Aladdin!"

"It can satisfy all your desires!"

There was a look of awe and longing on McGuffin's face.

"Very rare and precious, it can be said to be the ultimate embodiment of human desire."

"When Ron and I were traveling in Egypt, we heard the introduction from the locals and wanted to buy one, but we could only find some low-quality versions...it can't be compared with your genuine product at all!"

"That's right, McGuffin, do you remember the man who told us how to use the magic lamp? Let Harry try..."

Ron urged impatiently.

Harry swallowed, "Is it really possible to grant three wishes?"

He still couldn't believe it.

"It's not three wishes to be fulfilled, but three wishes to be fulfilled! Three dreams to be realized!"

Seeing Harry's confusion, McGuffin continued to explain, "Harry, do you remember the Mirror of Erised in the first grade?"

—Then how can you forget?That was the first time Harry himself had seen his parents' faces, in the mirror... as if they had been by his side in person.

——Until now, that is still what I long for the most.

"You mean?!"

"Well, the magic lamp will construct your desires... just like the Mirror of Erised, but it's not just in the mirror. The magic lamp will pull you into another world, which can be said to be a real dream."

"In that dream, you can go back to the past through memory to make up for regrets; you can become a king, a wine pool, a harem, or conquer everything; you can become a warrior and be admired by others; you can regain your youth and live forever; you can even change everything that you are dissatisfied with in reality—of course, it is only in the fantasy dream that made your desire!"

"What's the use of that! It's still fake!"

Harry was disappointed. Although the magic lamp sounded extremely beautiful, it was far from the miraculous wish he had just expected.

"Harry, you still don't understand the preciousness of the magic lamp."

"Even Professor Dumbledore has never owned this thing... Or in the entire British wizarding world until now, there are no more than two or three wizards who have similar items."

"If anyone else knew you had one of these, they'd be crazy about it, Harry!"

"Let's use an analogy! This—this is equivalent to a portable House of Response...and it's an upgraded deluxe version."

"I feel like the Room of Requirement is probably an imitation of magic similar to the magic lamp... That's why Hermione and I couldn't find out in the library what magic created the Room of Requirement."

"This magical lamp can construct all the scenes you imagined. Harry, you can directly make a wish to make the things you imagined appear in that fantasy world..."

"Anything is okay?"

Harry suddenly remembered the use of the magic lamp, which he could use to bring back memories of his parents.

This made him unable to restrain the excitement in his heart.

"Stop talking, hurry up and try!"

"Harry, what kind of dreams do you want to have!" Ron said anxiously.

"Minister of Magic! Or you can make a wish to become the headmaster of Hogwarts... expel Malfoy on the spot, yes, directly expel all Slytherin students by [-]... no, directly expel Snape! It's very happy to think about it, don't you think?"

Ron stared blankly into his own daydream.

"How to do it, wipe the magic lamp?"

Harry took the magic lamp at a loss, not knowing how to use it.

He tried to remember how it was used in Muggle stories, and after rubbing it vigorously to no avail, he asked the MacGuffin again.

"There should be a password!"

"See if there is a card!"

Ron tore off the wrapping paper that was left of the magic lamp.

"Nothing! Who gave this to you?" Ron asked strangely. "Who would spend so much money on you? And without giving you the magic code!"

"Did you send it wrong?" Harry took the wrapping paper from Ron with the magic lamp and flipped through it.

But it was clearly written in black cursive letters: Gryffindor third-year boys' dormitory, No. [-], bed near the window, taken by Harry Potter.

"Well, it sure wasn't from the Dursleys! Besides... a MacGuffin? Could it be you?"

Harry watched suspiciously, because he was the only wizard he knew who was the richest and most likely to give him gifts.

"No, it's not me! Didn't I already give a gift?"

McGuffin quickly denied it, and he couldn't say it was from Sirius.

"I bet it's Dumbledore." Ron took his wand and tried to cast a universal cure or a trace spell on the magic lamp, but found nothing. "Didn't he send you an invisibility cloak anonymously? Although compared with the magic lamp...the invisibility cloak is nothing."

"No, it's my father's." Harry said, "Dumbledore just gave it back to me. He wouldn't spend so much money on me. After all, he is the headmaster of the whole school."

"Ah! Harry! Or this is another treasure handed down from your family!"

"Harry, you should really look for your family's genealogy. It is very likely that the Potter family is an amazing wizarding family in the wizarding world. It is also an invisibility cloak and a magic lamp..."

Ron laughed and joked, "In comparison, the Malfoy family is just a nouveau riche, and I'm sure she wouldn't have such a thing... Only the oldest magical families can have it, and of course those Slytherin students would be pissed off."

As soon as Ron thought of the stinky faces of the Slytherin snakes, he lay down on Harry's bed, gasping for breath with laughter, clutching his stomach for pain.

Harry and McGuffin obviously couldn't get the contempt chain of the pure-blood family, and couldn't find a joke.

"But seriously, how does this work?" Harry tried to lift the lid of the magic lamp, or turn it upside down, and then read a lot of magical codes he knew, even using the Muggle legends of 'Aladdin' and 'Open Sesame'.

The lamp did not move at all, except that the runes on it glowed and swirled slightly when Harry tried to bring his wand close to the lamp.

"What are you doing!"

Just when McGuffin and Harry were trying to find the magic password to use the magic lamp,
Hermione walked in.

She was wearing a dressing gown, and the pet pocket was tucked around her stomach like a kangaroo pouch, and Crookshanks' big, grumpy face was peeking out, staring unkindly at McGuffin and Ron.

This guy is quite vengeful.

"Don't let this guy come over." McGuffin and Ron jumped up.

One still remembered that the ninja cat caused scars on his face, and he had psychological shadows, and the other hurriedly grabbed Scabbers from the bed and stuffed them into the pocket of his dressing gown.

But Hermione didn't listen to the two of them, and just congratulated a few of them, "Merry Christmas!"

Then he bypassed the encirclement of several people and saw the magic lamp behind them.

Hermione opened her mouth wide and froze for a long time before speaking.

"Then—what is this!"

"Magic lamp!" Ron was excited when he saw that there was finally something Hermione didn't know.

This guy carefully avoided Crookshanks, and was going to popularize Hermione's 'basic knowledge' of the wizarding world.

"Ron! Harry! I know what the magic password is!" McGuffin interrupted Ron in pleasant surprise. Of course, he didn't want to let this topic continue, lest Hermione know the 'unknown source' of this thing and directly report it to Professor McGonagall.

He has never heard of such a rare thing as a magic lamp that can be restored to its original state after being removed.

"What is it!" Ron Harry didn't care about Hermione anymore, and asked anxiously around the magic lamp and McGuffin again.

Hermione bit her lip, looking very displeased.

She sensed something tricky from it.

"Actually, we should have known earlier, what is this—"

"Lamp!" Ron stared at McGuffin, wondering if the guy had been stunned by Harry's spell.

"No, I mean—it's a Christmas present!"

"When Hermione said Merry Christmas just now, I saw the magic lamp respond, and it was slightly lit near the lamp."

"The magic password should be - Merry Christmas! No wonder the password was not written!"

"I'm so stupid, I can't think of such a simple thing."

"Harry, try it!" said Ron.

"Merry Christmas!" Harry obeyed McGuffin's instructions, picked up his wand and pointed to the magic lamp on the bed and read.

The magic lamp lighted up slightly, and began to tremble and float in the air. The lamp cover trembled and collided with the lamp body, as if something was about to spew out.

But then he lost momentum and fell back on the bed.

"What!" Ron sighed in disappointment.

"It should look right! What the hell is wrong. It looks like something is missing!"

Hermione didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or sigh.

From McGuffin's wary look, she could tell that there must be something wrong with the source of this thing.

"This is also a good thing! Change the direction of thinking - Harry, you can think about it carefully, what wish you want to make!"

Ron comforted the disappointed Harry.

"To be honest, it's really a good thing not to use this thing!"

Although it was the same sentence, Hermione's tone made Ron extremely annoyed.

She went on to say, "This is a bit strange! Such a valuable thing... no one would give Harry lightly."

"It's rare in the world!" McGuffin corrected, staring at the magic lamp intoxicated.

"But there is no signature on who gave it to Harry, which is very suspicious."

"Let me just say it, it's probably from Sirius Black! What he's trying to do...Harry, you know that!"

"But he's a prisoner, a fugitive, how could he come into contact with such a precious alchemy item!" Harry retorted, and the thought he just remembered made him very disgusted with what Hermione expressed.

"I heard from Professor McGonagall that Sirius Black should come from a well-known family of pure-blood wizards, which is very old... That is to say, it is very likely that he can send this thing over!"

Hermione stared at the magic lamp in horror, as if the object was a time bomb.

"Well, Hermione was right!"

McGuffin gave Harry two looks, "It seems that this thing is a bit dangerous, Harry might as well let me keep it, you try this thing slowly first."

"Oh! Oh, that's right! That's right..." Ron also understood.

"That's right, Harry's stuff is too dangerous, why don't we two keep it!"

"The magic lamp is activated by a specific character and a specific magic password, and the two of us obviously can't open it."

"Hermione, you should be at ease this time!"

At this time, Crookshanks woke up and screamed, and Ron and McGuffin immediately yelled with a bit of pretentiousness, asking Hermione to take the nasty cat away from here.

— Something is wrong!
Hermione walked away slowly, turning her head frequently, looking at the two suspiciously.

Crookshanks was struggling to squeeze out of the pet pocket, staring fiercely at McGuffin and Ron.

"Quick-get-get-out-from here!" Ron growled, half-truthfully.

After Hermione left, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ron, you're overacting a bit!" said Harry.

"What... I called it just right, not to mention Banban, that stupid little tiger wants to eat it all day long, look how scared it is."

Ron was a little dissatisfied, he put his hand into his pocket, took out Banban and held it in his palm.

He looked at the fat mouse lovingly.

Forehead,
——Now it is skinny and skinny. You can imagine the image of Pettigrew Peter now.

The divergence of McGuffin's thoughts made him unable to look directly at the scene in front of him.
... Ron looked worried, and looked at the scene of Banban with pity.

Shir!
I slipped away and couldn't stand it anymore.

"Let me take a look at Harry first. I have always wanted to study this kind of ancient wishing and desire spells, and this is a rare Arab alchemy item."

"Don't worry! Ron, I won't use it, it belongs to Harry, and I can't use it either."

McGuffin couldn't stay any longer, and while Hermione had just been dealt with, he had to take a look at how the magic lamp worked.

Depending on the situation, it is very likely that Professor McGonagall will come to confiscate this thing tonight.

……

This Christmas morning, McGuffin has been huddling in the library looking for information about magic lamps.

However, there is too little information about Arabic magic runes in the books collected by Hogwarts. At most, they are some books on alchemy, and most of them are descriptions of Arabic alchemy by medieval wizards.

Even if she asked Mrs. Pince if she had any books related to the lamp god, she only found some old sheepskin scroll books for McGuffin, which described some daydreams, psychedelic potions and other magic potions.

As for the alchemy items closest to the magic lamp recorded in the library, as expected, they are the Mirror of Erised, and the Room of Requirement.

The descriptions about the two can only find some gods, gods, stories and legends.

There are magic bottles, magic mirrors, and even the magic of wishing miracles. McGuffin even read from a book that even the Big Four and legendary alchemists like Nicole Flamel were obsessed with this kind of wishing magic.

In the end, he had no choice but to use his wand to stimulate the magic lamp to reveal the magic runes, and then copied the original descriptions on the parchment scroll one by one.

When it was time for lunch, McGuffin finally met Hermione and Harry again.

The faces of several people are extremely ugly.

It turned out that Crookshanks almost scared Scabbers away again, and it took Ron a long time to find the mouse.

As for the matter of the lamp god, as expected, Hermione finally told Professor McGonagall.

Because McGuffin has not been found, Professor McGonagall has not dealt with it for the time being.

So Harry wasn't much in a better mood.

This also makes the Christmas atmosphere among several people extremely bad.

(End of this chapter)