Start by logging into the Old Man's Ring at Hogwarts

Unfortunately, Zicomo's method of leaving was too bizarre to be imagined.

Dumbledore withdrew the magic in disappointment.

"Didn't find it? I'm sorry, Professor, I seem to have messed up your instructions."

Hagrid looked uneasy and at a loss, like a child who had messed things up.

"Oh! It's alright, Hagrid. That's just a defective product left over from my old friend. There's not much energy left in it."

"If someone takes it, at most it will make him a windfall, or maybe he'll live a dozen or so more years."

"Your most important task right now should be taking our little Harry to buy the things he needs for school."

Only then did he have time to greet the savior he had chosen.

"Hello, Harry. I am the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You can call me Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled kindly at Harry.

"Hello, Professor Dumbledore. What happened? Has someone stolen something from you?"

"Yes, a thief stole something from an old friend of mine, but it doesn't matter. What he took was just a defective item; the real thing is already in my hands."

This is a lie; in reality, Dumbledore did not have a second Philosopher's Stone.

But that's not important. The reason he told this news in front of so many people on the street was to lure Voldemort into a trap and trick him into coming out.

By this time, the people around had already noticed Dumbledore; there was no way to stop Hagrid from standing out with his physique.

"That's Dumbledore? And the gamekeeper from Hogwarts?"

How did they get here?

"Oh my god! Look at that little boy next to them!"

"Is that a halibut?"

"Yes, it's him! Harry?"

"Oh, poor Harry, after his parents were killed by Voldemort, he was fostered by Muggle relatives. I really don't know why Dumbledore didn't keep him in the wizarding world."

"Hey, why are you saying all this! Dumbledore's still here! And Harry's back, isn't he?"

Hearing people around him mention his parents, Harry couldn't help but ask Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, do you know anything about my parents?"

Ever since being told he was a wizard, young Harry has been eager to learn more about his parents, who were also wizards.

"Your parents? They were both my students, excellent wizards, and also great parents."

"As for the specifics, I think it's best for you to find out for yourself in the future."

"Alright, I have things to do at school. You and Hagrid can enjoy the wonders of the wizarding world for now!"

"See you at Hogwarts."

Having said that, Dumbledore Apparated and left. He still needed to go back and contact Nicolas Cage.

He still hasn't figured out who stole the Philosopher's Stone.

Unable to get any specific information, young Harry seemed a little disappointed, but he was quickly drawn to the magical shops around him and perked up again.

Chapter Eleven: The Philosopher's Stone is Obtained, Alchemy Begins

Rewinding a bit, Zicomo was reading a book with Hermione.

However, his attention was entirely focused on Diagon Alley, so Hermione thought he was constantly daydreaming.

No matter what question she asked, Zicomo's answers were always "um," "ah," or "okay."

Seeing her cousin's absent-minded look, the little witch couldn't help but want to play a trick on him.

"Cousin, have you created some new magic lately?"

"Ah."

"Then can you teach me?"

"what."

"Alright, I want to learn that magic that turns a wand into a sword!"

"Hmm... How did you know I know the Swift Sword of Kalia!"

By this time, the events in Diagon Alley had ended, and Zicomo, regaining his senses, realized he had been tricked by Hermione.

"Hmph! Is it called Kalia Swift Sword? I happened to be passing by and saw you use that magic in the garden that day."

"And you look so silly waving that sword around!" Hermione snorted.

"I was practicing swordsmanship!"

Upon hearing this, Zicomo awkwardly scratched his cheek and retorted.

That day, he had only recently learned the Swiftblade of Kalia and, on a whim, wanted to show off his swordsmanship, only to realize he had no formal sword training. He ended up just wildly swinging his sword around. Unexpectedly, Hermione saw him.

"Don't change the subject. You already promised me, you can't go back on your word!"

“I will teach you! But we must agree that unless it is an emergency, you cannot use my magic in front of outsiders.”

"Got it! Come on, pinky promise."

After they made their pinky promise, Hermione's stomach rumbled.

The little witch blushed, too embarrassed to speak, and looked longingly at Zicomo.

Zicomo didn't call her out on it and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

"Oh dear, it's lunchtime, time to cook."

The Grangers don't go home for lunch on weekdays. As dentists, they are quite busy, so usually only Zicomo and Hermione are at home.

Before his transmigration, Zicomo, a typical otaku, was quite adept at cooking.

After all, I don't want to go out, I've seen too many food bloggers online, and I don't want to make my stomach suffer.

So he simply started doing it himself, and over time he developed pretty good cooking skills.

A few days ago, he got tired of British food and couldn't resist making two dishes himself, which won over the Granger family's stomachs.

…………

That night, Zicomo went straight to the ruins of Station Street after logging in.

"Oh! It's my dear apprentice! How have you been? It's been a while since you last visited your teacher."

"Hey, it's okay."

Zicomo gave an awkward laugh.

'It would have been better if we hadn't gotten lost in Stoneville.'

Zicomo silently complained to himself.

He changed the subject, took out the magic stone, and said:

"Teacher, I recently got my hands on a magical stone. Could you take a look at it for me?"

"Oh? Let me see."

Seren took the magic stone and infused it with magic.

Upon contact with magic, the Philosopher's Stone began to flash with a red light.

"A magical stone, a product of superb alchemy, capable of replenishing life energy. It also seems to be able to transform matter into gold."

"But there's not much energy left inside, my apprentice! What do you need this thing for? It's not even as good as your Red Dettol bottle."

Upon hearing this, Zicomo couldn't help but admire Seren's magical prowess; he was able to analyze the structure of the Philosopher's Stone quite thoroughly with just a simple magic detection.

“Teacher Seren, look closely at its shell. I also received some information when I got it.”

"It is said that this stone can be used to make a magic potion that prolongs life."

"Could you please explain how this stone was made?"

"I need this knowledge."

Serenity, upon hearing Zicomo's words, focused his attention on the stone itself.

"Oh? I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out. The energy stored inside is ordinary, but the stone that serves as the container is quite remarkable."

"This alchemical technique doesn't belong to Reyalukalia, nor to the Kalia royal family. Could it be from the royal city of Rodel?"

"The ability to turn matter into gold certainly seems like their doing."

"However, my disciple, I must remind you. As you continue to draw power from the runes, your lifespan will also increase. Don't put the cart before the horse and pursue some kind of eternal life!"

When Zicomo saw that Ceremony mistook the Philosopher's Stone for a product of the Golden City, he didn't explain and simply agreed.

"Yes, yes, teacher, don't worry. My pursuit is to explore the essence of magic, and I will never be a fool to pursue immortality."

(Qin Shi Huang: Thank you, I admit I was offended!)

Zicomo didn't tell Ceremony that what he actually wanted was the Philosopher's Stone's ability to create human bodies that could carry souls.