Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Hermione was quite confused.

On the one hand, it's because of my two friends.

Harry is quite smart, especially in critical moments or when he needs to fight, he can always come up with a solution in a flash.

Ron's words were unreliable at ordinary times, but they never failed at critical moments.

But according to Stone, Harry's fighting instincts are pure loyalty, while Ron's is pure loyalty.

She agreed with Stone's assessment.

When they needed to take action, the two of them never talked nonsense. When they needed help, they never considered whether the situation was beneficial to them.

And here's the problem...they're really bad at investigating.

Still Stone’s original words:

You can let them work hard, but you can't expect them to use their brains, especially when analyzing the overall situation...

She is good at peeling off cocoons, and in the current situation, they really can't do without her.

On the other hand, it was because of Stone... In fact, in the final analysis, it was also because of myself.

Because of my 'condition' - my cat's tail.

I brought Stone with me because he seemed to like his cat tail.

And Hermione could feel that she had not recovered because of Stone's love.

After all, Cattail and she are one, and since she resists subjectively, the effect of the medicine prepared by Madam Pomfrey will naturally be compromised.

Of course, the cat's tail will be eliminated sooner or later, just like the cat's whiskers and the red dots on the tip of its nose. She just wants to delay this time.

This was the second reason why she struggled - she liked Stone's likes more than Stone's likes.

It's an awkward sentiment, but that's the truth.

She is a year older than Stone and the others, so she knows more things than they do... more things about men and women.

Don't underestimate this age. They are now in the stage of growth. In addition, girls develop earlier. Twelve-year-old boys are still little brats, while thirteen-year-old girls know too much.

Especially that day, when Stone teased her tail, she felt unprecedented, blushing happiness under the double psychological and physical pleasure...

It was quite distressing.

She wanted to have sex with her boyfriend, but she couldn't ignore the crisis her friend was facing.

"Hermione, do you hear what I'm saying?" Ron waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Huh?" Hermione came to her senses and quickly suppressed the heat in her heart.

Looking at the confused Hermione, Ron sighed and began to repeat himself, "I said, we need you very much. Did Madam Pomfrey say when you will be fine?"

"..." Hermione was speechless and looked at Stone.

At this time, Stone stretched, made a sound of "um-ha-", and then rubbed his shoulders.

Yes, it is really tiring to study on the bedside table for a long time, right?

Thinking of this, Hermione's eyes became determined.

Hmm... Gotta recover as soon as possible.

For Stone...and for Harry and Ron, of course.

After silently making a decision, Hermione spoke:

"Is it done?"

"Uh-no." Realizing that Hermione was talking to him, Stone replied, "I just drew the drawings, and I haven't looked at the runes or structures yet."

"Well...it's getting late."

"Oh? Do you mean to drive me away?"

"No~ I'm afraid that Filch will cause trouble for you. Mrs. Norris hasn't recovered yet, and Filch is a powder keg now."

"Well--"

Stone glanced out the window. Indeed, the moon was already high in the sky, and it was almost curfew time.

"Okay, I'll see you again tomorrow."

With that said, Stone packed up his books.

Ron, who had yet to receive an answer, and Harry, who didn't know what he was thinking, looked at each other, shrugged at the same time, and walked out of the school doctor's office first.

Seeing the two of them leaving in good faith, Stone, who had packed his backpack, lifted Hermione's chin, touched her lips lightly, flicked her forehead again, and waved to her.

At the door of the school doctor's office, Harry and Ron were waiting for Stone, not because they wanted to say anything, they just happened to be walking along the way.

On the way back, Harry kept flipping through the diary he had just obtained, muttering to himself:

"It must be useful. Although I don't know how to use it, I seem to have seen it somewhere..."

This dazed look made Ron roll his eyes repeatedly.

At the fork in the road, saying good night to each other, Stone walked towards Ravenclaw.

Regarding this alchemical work, he named it ‘Hypercube’, and the main material was tentatively determined to be bronze.

The process of forging bronze requires the use of a power hammer. In order to prevent 'disturbing the people', he did not plan to go to the alchemy room immediately. In addition, he spent a day using his brain, so he went straight back to the bed in the dormitory.

At this time, Harry and Ron also returned to the dormitory.

Ron went to bed and fell asleep, while Harry put the diary on the desk and picked up the quill stained with ink.

Then he had no idea and sat in a daze, not knowing what to write.

Suddenly, ink dripped down the quill, and a second later, it was all absorbed into the diary and disappeared without a trace.

"! I knew it!" Harry shouted, turning around to analyze his joy to Ron, and then found that all his roommates were asleep.

......All right.

Harry did not wake them up again, but dipped his ink again and wrote in his diary:

[Hello, I am Harry Potter. 】

[Hello, my name is Tom Riddle. 】A piece of text with flying dragons and phoenixes appeared on the diary.

[Do you know more about the secret room? ] Harry wrote excitedly.

[Can't...but I can take you to see it. 】

Then, before Harry could speak, the diary lit up with a sparkling light, the pages turned, and Harry was sucked into it.

He appeared in the foyer corridor. At the corner of the corridor, Dumbledore and a thin wizard were talking about something.

After realizing that he would not be seen, Harry quietly moved closer.

"Professor Dumbledore, are we really going to close Hogwarts... I'm an orphan with nowhere to go,"

"If the basilisk is not removed, our school may be closed permanently."

"So...what if I find the basilisk?"

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Dumbledore's half-moon lenses flashed with a glimmer of light.

"No, Professor Dumbledore."

"Okay." Dumbledore turned around and walked towards the porch without comment.

Riddle stayed where he was, struggling for a while, then turned and ran towards the main castle of Hogwarts.