Harry Potter: This senior is pretty strong

What is spirit?

What is consciousness?

What is magic?

What is alchemy?

Although these are not mysterious things that are "wrong to think about or wrong to say", it is indeed not an easy task to define them accurately.

Sometimes, it takes a certain opportunity, a certain inspiration, or a certain trigger to better understand them.

Therefore, aspiring wizards in the magical world will seek these opportunities, inspirations, or triggers through various methods.

For example, waving a magic wand again and again; for example, constantly brewing potions; for example, tirelessly rummaging through old books; for example, holding a magic wand, venturing alone to explore mysterious and dangerous places...

Some of them succeeded and were naturally hailed as geniuses, but most of them probably remained mediocre throughout their lives, never stepping into the door of magic and never experiencing the true splendor of the magical world.

In the stillness of the night, with no one to disturb him, Qin Yu sat on the bed, closed his eyes and meditated, finally getting down to business.

What he is doing now is, like those pioneers, exploring what "spiritual alchemy" is and what the true meaning of magic is.

Not long ago, while reading on the Hogwarts Express, he made an accidental discovery that brought to his attention the concept of "concentration" in alchemy—and even reminded him of the famous saying, "Concentrated drops are always the best," but that's another story.

In practical applications of alchemy, concentration and purification are easily achieved, and there are many different methods to achieve this goal, such as calcination, distillation, crystallization, solubility, and so on.

However, Qin Yu is now doing "spiritual alchemy," so how can he condense the spirit?

As mentioned above, spirit and consciousness are inherently difficult to define and understand; understanding them is difficult enough, let alone processing them.

Therefore, Qin Yu could only try to use his imagination and his own methods to understand what spirit and consciousness are.

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and felt that elusive "spirit," that seemingly nonexistent existence.

He felt it was like a ball of light, but it wasn't light.

He felt it was like a fog, but it wasn't fog.

He felt it was like a gust of wind, but it wasn't wind.

He felt that it was probably a series of thoughts, but what exactly are thoughts...?

He was confused, bewildered, angry, and utterly perplexed.

As a result, he began to feel frustrated and irritable, and desires for destruction and annihilation began to grow within him.

And so, the light turned into a raging fire, the fog into heavy dark clouds, the wind into a raging cyclone, and the thoughts into incessant, mad babbling.

And so, unexpectedly, Qin Yu vaguely grasped that opportunity, that inspiration, that touch.

He found a "self" in that seemingly nonexistent spirit!

"I" make it light, and it becomes light; "I" make it fire, and it becomes fire; "I" make it fog, wind, and also "I" make it clouds, hurricanes. Each and every thought is born because of "I".

Then, Qin Yu suddenly understood!

Even if he couldn't say it out loud or write it down, at that moment, he understood what spirit was.

This spirit, in whatever form or shape, is born with "me"!

—If you find "me", you will naturally find it!

In this way, he felt its existence even more acutely!

This made him overjoyed, and the thing called spirit also rejoiced.

At that very moment, outside of his own mind, he "glimpsed" a patch of colorful black light.

The words "colorful" and "black" seem so incongruous when put together.

However, when he looked closely, the black light was nowhere to be found, as if it had never appeared at all.

This made Qin Yu think for a moment that he might be hallucinating. After all, his exploration of consciousness and spirit was still in its infancy, so having a hallucination seemed quite normal.

The key now is to seize this rare opportunity to truly understand its meaning, so as to prepare for the next step of so-called "condensation".

So he cleared his mind of distractions and continued to carefully feel the sensations.

Gradually, he became so engrossed in it that he lost all sense of time and space.

……

He didn't know how much time had passed; it felt as brief as a moment, yet as ancient as eternity. An instinctive warning jolted him out of his reverie.

When he opened his eyes, he heard the sound of the stairs, and then turned to look out the window and found that it was already bright daylight, and the time was already the morning of the next day.

After a moment of pause, reflecting on the night's experience, Qin Yu felt he had gained a lot.

My mood was naturally pleasant.

Then, a smirk appeared on his lips as he jumped off the bed, inwardly scoffing:

"Now that I have mastered my divine skills, let me see what kind of monster dares to come to my door!"

So they opened the door to look, and there was a cute little witch!

The other person had their hand raised, about to knock on the door, when the door suddenly opened, which startled her for a moment.

Her dazed look only made her more adorable.

Qin Yu took the small, raised hand and pulled the dazed girl into the room. He casually leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead, saying, "Good morning, Hermione!"

"Good morning, Qin..."

Hermione seemed distracted as she spoke, not looking at Qin Yu, but turning her head to look down through the open doorway.

Fortunately, Mom and Dad were busy with other things and didn't notice the attic.

This made her visibly relieved, but then she glared at Qin Yu angrily, thinking to herself: What if Mom and Dad see this in broad daylight with the door wide open?

Seeing her like this, Qin Yu could roughly guess what she was thinking, so he couldn't help but pinch her pouting, puffed-up cheeks.

Unexpectedly, this angered the little girl. She turned her head to the side, her face immediately escaping the clutches of the devil, and then quickly turned back, opening her mouth and biting the base of the thumb of the hand.

Immediately afterwards, she clenched her two rows of neat teeth slightly and let out a low, animalistic growl from her chest, as if to say, "Serves you right for pinching me! Now you know fear!"

"Ouch~ That hurts!" Qin Yu exclaimed in a low, exaggerated voice.

Seeing his reaction, Hermione was taken aback, thinking that she hadn't controlled her strength well and had actually bitten him hard.

Then, she subconsciously let go and looked at the palm she had bitten.

But when I looked at the bite mark, there was no bleeding, no breakage, and not even a faint tooth mark.

She suddenly became unsure and looked at Qin Yu suspiciously.

The latter quickly continued the act, saying, "Ouch, that hurts!"

"Really? I didn't use any force!" Hermione said, staring at him.

"Of course it's true. It's called an internal injury; you can't see it from the outside," Qin Yu said seriously.

"..." Hermione frowned, staring at him with an expression that said, "You can't fool me."

"You don't believe me? Fine, I'll bite you with the same force, then you'll know how much it hurts!"

As Qin Yu spoke, he grabbed her small hand and pretended to shove it into his wide-open mouth.

"No, no, no!" Hermione quickly pulled her hand back.

"Now you believe me, right?" Qin Yu said, raising his chin.

"Okay, I apologize, I shouldn't have used so much force..." Hermione compared her hand to the guy's "fangs" and could only give in.

The person smugly hummed, then looked at the spot on their hand where they had just been bitten, and said in a disgusted tone, "Ugh~ it's covered in your saliva!"

As he said this, under the girl's wide-eyed, incredulous gaze, he wiped his hand on her upper arm a few times until it was clean, then nodded in satisfaction.

"Qin!!!" Hermione's fluffy brown hair seemed to explode.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yu asked innocently.

"You're disgusting! That's saliva!" Hermione was utterly speechless.

"You're disgusted by your own saliva?" Qin Yu retorted, feigning incomprehension.

"Then why don't you wipe it on your own clothes?" Hermione said, snorting.

"That won't do. If I wipe it on my own clothes, the readers will definitely say I'm disgusting," Qin Yu said with a shrug.

"Huh?" Hermione was completely bewildered.

"It's nothing, alright, I won't do it again next time, I'll let it take care of itself." Qin Yu waved his hand, telling the girl not to worry about it.

"You can go take a shower," Hermione suggested instinctively.

"Hmm, good idea." Qin Yu nodded.

Seeing him like this, Hermione was momentarily speechless, unsure of why she was angry or whether she should be angry at all.

In short, I've gotten myself into a mess.

After a while, just as the two were going downstairs together, Hermione, who was no longer angry, thought about the other person's words and actions and said casually with some doubt:

"Qin, I feel like you're acting strange today."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yu paused, then immediately understood, a helpless smile appearing on his lips.

Merlin, my foot! So the essence of the spirit of exploration has this side effect—it makes people a little crazy.

Fortunately, the madness wasn't too extreme; at most, he just wiped the little witch's drool on her.

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