Chapter 64 Life Is an Exchange
The black air disappeared, and the soul with Voldemort's face returned to the crown.
Cyrus knew that his plan was successful, and he could almost be said to have deceived Voldemort himself. Of course, in fact, this is very easy, after all, his existence is indisputable that he is a Horcrux.
Even if Voldemort is more cautious, he probably can't think that his Horcrux will be possessed.
As for Cyrus, he could have saved himself from so much trouble, but he didn't intend to use a good thing like the crown only once. It is natural to be cautious when accompanying Voldemort. At least when the crown is still on his head, he must be "Riddle".
Fortunately, Tom Riddle's brain block is still very powerful. Even Dumbledore didn't see through his thoughts back then. Cyrus absorbed all of Riddle's magical knowledge, and naturally he would not slack off on useful magic such as brain block.
Cyrus didn't go anywhere, and directly opened the "Book of Jewish Abraham" on the spot.
This is a copper book with only twenty-one pages in total. Every seven pages is marked with a page number, and the page number is also "seven". In alchemy, three and seven are very special numbers.
Among them, three may represent "triple greatness", that is, repeating greatness three times.
"Perhaps this means that a certain element needs to be sublimated three times."
There is no doubt that this element is mercury.
But this alone is obviously not enough. Cyrus had tried to achieve a perfect world with three pillars, ten elements, four worlds and twenty-two paths before, but he failed in the end.
"Is there something missing?"
"And it is a very critical point!"
He looked at several pictures imprinted on the book, two intertwined snakes, one being swallowed by the other, which represents the fusion of matter; the second picture, the snake nailed to the cross; the third picture, a group of snakes gushing out of a spring in the desert...
What does the snake mean?
Is it mystery, taboo or immortality itself?
The shed snake skin symbolizes the decayed body. Is it a new life that is born from it?
This constant alternation, repetition, and cycle, in order to obtain eternal life. Just like the basilisk, which has existed for nearly a thousand years, but is still far away from death.
Perhaps I should add something related to snakes to the potion, such as the basilisk's snake skin?
There is a huge basilisk's snake skin on the road leading to the Chamber of Secrets. The basilisk itself is a product of magic, and its snake skin also has many functions. The extremely powerful magic resistance can be used to make armor, but the most important thing is that the snake skin has always been a symbol of immortality and rebirth. What if the basilisk's snake skin is added in the process of making the Philosopher's Stone?
"Add snake skin? Do you really think that you can make a unique Philosopher's Stone in this way?" The soul in the crown laughed, "I don't know when you became so naive. If I hadn't seen you being made with my own eyes, I'm afraid I would have doubted whether you were really me."
"What do you mean?" Cyrus' heart jumped and asked in a deep voice.
But Voldemort didn't actually have any doubts, he just thought it was a bit funny.
He actually understood the contents of those pictures as snake sloughs, which was simply an insult to the Dark Lord's reputation.
Or was it because he was too young when he made the diary as a Horcrux, so the other party's soul was too naive?
"You actually asked me what I meant? Snakes devouring each other, snakes nailed to the cross, men raising iron axes to chop at Hermes' feet, holy grails carrying countless blood, and slaughtered babies..."
Voldemort repeated the bloody scene word by word, especially the last picture, a king holding a big knife and ordering soldiers to kill many babies, the mothers of the babies knelt in front of them and begged bitterly, and there were some containers similar to buckets and crucibles next to them, and the blood of the babies was collected in them, and the sun and the moon were bathed in blood.
"Tell me! If you want to obtain eternal life, what is the price?"
"On the scale of life, is there anything that can be measured with it?"
Voldemort's voice was like the terrifying ghost king in hell, questioning Cyrus' soul the most deeply.
He seemed to be holding a hammer, nailing the sharpest nail hard into the place that Cyrus had never dared to look at before, and blood was dripping.
And there was only one answer -
"Only life!"
The price of life can only be life.
This is actually a truth that Cyrus has already understood. If he wants to be resurrected, he must absorb the vitality of a person. Only when the life of the person he possessed is completely sucked out, he can have the ability to influence reality.
In fact, the production of Horcruxes is the same.
Kill an innocent soul and then forge a Horcrux.
This is the real equivalent exchange. If alchemy is a scale, then "life" is placed on one end of the scale, and the other end must also be measured with "life".
And Voldemort has already been familiar with this. In order to make Horcruxes, he killed too many people.
"Life is an exchange. It has been like this since ancient times. Eagles kill rabbits, snakes hunt mice, lions and tigers hunt cattle and sheep... Only when others die can you live!"
But for Cyrus, he tried to avoid killing any innocent life in his resurrection, so he tried another way to replicate the Philosopher's Stone. However, the more he studied, the more he found that life was the price that could not be lost.
If this was the case, everything he did would lose its meaning, so he was not willing to think about it in his subconscious.
However, Voldemort finally ruthlessly broke through this window paper.
At the same time, this also made Cyrus look directly at the real truth.
Magic itself is a kind of idealistic power. Sometimes, if you want to accomplish something, you don't care about spells, wands, or complicated rituals, you just need a spiritual desire.
In contrast, if even you are deceiving yourself, how can you succeed in refining the Philosopher's Stone?
"If you want to refine the Philosopher's Stone, you must use the blood of something, otherwise it will never succeed."
"But Nicolas Flamel, do you really think he is a person who can do such a bloody thing?" Cyrus asked back.
"People of his time--" Voldemort just snorted lightly, obviously he didn't understand all the "goodness" in the world. He might think that all kindness and justice are false, and the truth hidden under lies and deception is always bloody!
Voldemort's point of view is naturally paranoid, but it also means that he is not completely wrong.
Yes!
Nicol Flamel has lived for more than 600 years. Who knows what his time was like?
The further time goes, the bloodier and more cruel civilization becomes, and this is the same even in the magic world. Six hundred years ago, I am afraid that even black magic was just ordinary magic in the eyes of people at that time.
What's more, judging from the fact that Nico has not been able to replicate the Philosopher's Stone for so many years, perhaps he himself did not notice this exchange of life.
"Do you think so?" Voldemort asked back.
"I am more inclined to believe that he knew, but when he wanted to try again, he lost the revelation in the prophecy."
Voldemort did not think Nicol Flamel was a naive person. How could a master of alchemy not notice such an obvious equivalent exchange? Besides, it takes more than a little blood to refine the Philosopher's Stone.
It is rumored that at a certain period, Nicolas Flamel once hunted a large number of dark wizards. I don't know whether this is true or not.
But if it is true, then he is very likely preparing to refine the Philosopher's Stone.
"The Jewish Book of Abraham once showed part of its secrets to Nicolas Flamel, but after Nico successfully refined the Philosopher's Stone, the revelation disappeared."
"If so, how can we find this revelation?"
"Find? No! When this book is in your hands, the revelation is complete!" said the soul in the crown.
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It turns out that I am not too sleepy, I am sick and crying