Inside the Room of Requirement.
Bright light shone like a mini sun.
It wasn't from lamps.
But from Ian's super flame used for alchemy experiments.
The air was filled with the scorching smell of metal smelting, and the walls were adorned with various alchemy diagrams, with scribbled runes and formulas sprawling across parchment like spider webs.
At a glance, they looked like ghostly doodles.
How should I put it?
Perhaps this could also be a form of anti-theft, allowing him to keep his designs while making them indecipherable to others, just like how no one could understand a doctor's prescription outside the clinic.
"I don't mind others plagiarizing my techniques, but I must prevent someone from stealing my ideas and becoming immortalized in history!" Ian was confident about leaving his mark in history. He was immersed in his alchemy world, surrounded by a heap of peculiar magic materials, with metal parts glinting coldly in the dim light.
The magic gems emitted a faint glow.
Ian's hands were covered in black grease, his forehead stained with a few smudges, and his hair slightly disheveled from busyness, but his eyes were blazing with an intense passion, as if burning with blue flames.
This is love!
A love for alchemy!
It was this love that drove Ian to complete three alchemy creations in a single afternoon. Apart from the general idea, each had a unique internal structure and magic runes.
"This is practically the speed of full-automation cyber production!" Ian was pleased with the output speed of his creations; three brand new Gatlings were already taking form.
The gun bodies were crafted from a peculiar black metal, their surfaces engraved with complex and mysterious magic runes that appeared to flow with magic power in the faint light.
All three Gatlings succeeded on the first try under his superb alchemy. Ian lined them up, and the black metal shells of the Gatlings were etched with intricate ancient magic runes.
The magic crystals embedded at the barrels emitted a dim glow.
They looked magnificent.
It was a beauty where art and power intertwined. The dragon-patterned muzzles of the Gatlings glinted with a chilling light, as if they could spew forth destructive power at any moment.
"Damn, the artistic vibe! Their exterior design, if sold as skins in a shooter game, would easily cost 2998 RMB plus an extra pass!"
Ian's fingers caressed the cold metal like an artist admiring his masterpiece, his gaze sweeping across the three Gatlings with a satisfied smile.
"This is the real Deathly Hallow!"
Ian believed that the Hallows that could bring death were the real ones. The currently circulated Three Sacred Artifacts felt somewhat unworthy of the name; his work, spinning at eight thousand revolutions per minute, deserved such a title.
How should I put it, Ian did have the Resurrection Stone on him, and if the Resurrection Stone Ring could speak, it would probably exclaim how it had become a counterfeit.
The little wizard was indeed a bit intoxicated with his creations.
"What do you say?! Isn't it so!"
Ian didn't just want to admire his three creations himself; he also hoped the black-robed skeleton would give some comments. However, the black-robed skeleton simply stood silently by his side, not responding.
"Not speaking? I'll take it as jealousy if you don't speak."
Ian always found a way to make logical sense of his thoughts.
Upon hearing this.
The black-robed skeleton remained silent. It merely raised its hand suddenly and lightly patted its own forehead.
Honestly speaking.
Even though its brain wasn't particularly functional now, it could somewhat understand Ian's behavior. The black-robed skeleton truly missed the days when it didn't have a brain.
Ian began to continue fine-tuning the exterior.
The room was very quiet. The only sound was the bubbling noise, coming from a corner of the room where a large cauldron was set over roaring flames, with a Dementor inside bubbling furiously. Since the black-robed skeleton couldn't mess with Ian's magic potions, it went outside and found some flowers and herbs.
The resulting smell from the simmering was indeed rather unpleasant.
"You're cooking shit!"
The more Ian smelled it, the more he felt something was off; the scent was just too "authentic." He turned towards the black-robed skeleton and questioned loudly, while the black-robed skeleton simply tossed a few more flowers and herbs into the cauldron.
"..."
Ian was speechless.
"Kekekekeke~"
And just then.
The Black Phoenix, having been off somewhere and now returned from the space, let out a strange laugh, but as Ian grabbed it by the neck, the sound abruptly stopped.
"From today onward, only I'm allowed to laugh like that." After transforming into a Raven, Ian was also forced to make such sounds, so he issued a severe warning to the Black Phoenix.
And honestly speaking.
This Black Phoenix, apart from some differences in appearance, really did somewhat resemble Ian when he transformed into a Raven. Ian vaguely felt that there must be some explanation behind it.
"Three Corpses?"
He began to ponder.
...
Joyful breaks are always short-lived.
Ian packed his new creations into his money bag, which was becoming increasingly spacious. His goal was to one day expand his money bag to become as magical as Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket.
"There's still a long way to go!"
Ian then checked the time, realizing it was already lunchtime, and left the Room of Requirement to head to the Great Hall of Hogwarts.
Because the meals had already started, the place was lively and bustling now.