great-warnovel Chapter 175 Resurrection Elixir
Chapter 175 Resurrection Elixir
Chapter 175 Resurrection Elixir
No, I'm not enough on my own!
She carried the golden cup and ran quickly back to the crowd. In just that short time, the two substances in the cup had already begun to react violently.
The phoenix's tears, brimming with life, and the basilisk's venom, soaked in death, boiled and exploded in the cup.
It seemed like it was about to explode at any moment, but it was strangely restrained by the cup, maintaining a state of equilibrium.
Amidst the puzzled gazes of the crowd, she rushed up to Draco and solemnly asked, "How much do you not want Dobby to die?"
Draco was stunned by her question, and it took him a moment to realize it, tears welling in his eyes.
How much did he not want the little elf in front of him to die? Before today, he had never taken these dirty little things seriously. Even when his family was torn apart overnight and Malfoy became a name that everyone hated, he still didn't think that house-elves, a species that existed purely to serve wizards, had anything to be respected or cared about.
Even though Alector's words stabbed Dobby in the heart, it was only a sense of betrayal, like "the dog I raised doesn't actually want to stay at home."
So he abandoned Dobby without hesitation, just like an ungodly wolfhound; the greatest mercy a master can show is to let it fend for itself.
But when Dobby suddenly appeared and shielded him from a fatal attack, he saw that this hunchbacked, ugly little fellow had found him in danger simply by using his hat.
He heard Dobby's unspoken true feelings: he didn't like doing bad things or killing, but he still cared about the young master and about the kind-hearted self within him.
He has a sound personality, a beautiful heart, and a pure and free soul.
Isn't this more valuable than most wizards?
Draco thought sadly that the only person who would still care about him, besides his mother, was about to die.
"If you can't express it, then pour this intention into the cup." Draco couldn't express his feelings at the moment, and Hermione wouldn't force him. Time was of the essence, so he could only try his best.
She gripped one of the cup handles tightly; at the bottom of the cup, two drops of liquid were colliding violently.
"This might be the only chance to save Dobby!"
Draco stared at the rusty, dark magical artifact that had just been pulled from the basilisk's belly, wondering what use it could possibly be.
Even the professors didn't have a better solution; it was already a miracle that someone afflicted by the Death Curse didn't die immediately.
Is there really a way to bring back the soul that death is about to take away?
But Hermione is not one to make empty promises; everyone at school knows her abilities and her personality.
Draco resolutely reached out and grasped the other handle of the cup, and the two of them knelt down together, holding up the golden cup.
"Pour your faith, your determination, into the cup, just as you forged your wand!" Hermione said in a deep voice.
"I will lead this ritual; we will create a elixir that can truly reverse life and death!"
Upon hearing this, Draco closed his eyes, and every image of Dobby flashed through his mind. He poured all his strength into the cup, hoping to bring Dobby back to life.
"Count me in too," Dumbledore said softly, his aged hand gently touching the rim of the cup. Though he was a ghost, some things could transcend life and death.
No more words were needed. McGonagall's hand, Flitwick's hand, and then Harry, Ron, Neville.
They all silently stepped forward and placed their hands on the cups.
The golden cup, which was not small in itself, was completely covered by the hands of the crowd, each person instilling their own beliefs into it.
Just then, an unexpected hand touched him—it was Lockhart!
He sat up weakly, as if he had just woken up from a coma. His left arm was limp and weak, but it didn't stop him from struggling to raise his right hand to support the bottom of the cup.
"As the dean, I also want to do something for my students." He forced a smile and looked at everyone.
"Is the Phoenix Tear really that powerful?" Lockhart woke up so quickly, but that might also be related to his excessive magic consumption, Hermione thought with a chuckle.
Gonuk, who had been standing silently to the side, sighed and leaned over: "Then count the fairy's share too."
There are often rumors that fairies and house-elves are closely related. Although fairies do not agree with this view, it does not prevent them from being a race that was once discriminated against by wizards.
The Ministry of Magic had placed the liaison office between goblins and centaurs under the Department of Magical Creatures Control, a humiliating notion that contributed to the goblin rebellion.
When a fairy's personality is not respected, she will naturally seek a more equal status.
Today, Gonuk felt this equality from everyone present, even though the other party was just a house-elf.
"Perhaps Dumbledore is really putting his ideals into practice?" The goblins didn't initially believe that any wizard would truly treat them equally.
Fingers, so different from those of humans, rested on the rim of the cup, and everyone's determination and belief flowed like a gentle stream into the golden cup left behind a thousand years ago.
It started as a faint glow, then gradually grew stronger until it became a dazzling platinum light source.
As the one who orchestrated the entire ritual magic, Hermione sensed distinct yet unified beliefs flowing into the cup and mixing with the two liquids.
The intertwining forces of life and death mediated the contradictions within.
The magic of resurrection from death was activated, and the spell left behind by Snape began to work.
But more importantly, it's through the cup itself, passed down for thousands of years, the magical legacy left by Helga Hufflepuff, and Hermione's guidance based on the rules of the Edgelands Elixir.
The liquid, which originally consisted of only two drops, began to expand under the intense white light, and its properties slowly changed, transforming into a milky white spring in a way that the wizards of this world could not understand.
Like a spring, it gurgled and swelled, rising higher and higher until it reached almost the rim of the cup!
A miraculous elixir that can reverse life and death!
No, rather than saying this is something that can bring the dead back to life, it's more accurate to say that this is simply an antidote to break the death curse!
For those who are truly facing death, like Dumbledore, even drinking the nectar will have no effect. Only for those like Dobby, who are in a near-unsolvable moment of death, can this elixir work to pull back their feet from the line.
In a sense, it breaks the law that the Death Curse is unsolvable, but the downside is that only those who are hit by the Death Curse but do not die on the spot can be brought back, which is unlikely in itself. Cases like Dobby being killed by Death Eater explosions are too rare.
"What if we drink a elixir before fighting the Death Eaters? Could that protect us from one Death Curse? Or could we inhale it in advance as a perfume?" Hermione suddenly drifted off into thought, imagining this scenario.
However, the most urgent task right now is to save Dobby; if this drags on any longer, he might really die!
As the light faded, a full cup of milky white nectar appeared before everyone's eyes.
Ignoring their surprised and curious gazes, she carefully held the cup and poured it down Dobby's throat.
"Remember to leave a small amount," Dumbledore reminded him.
"Hufflepuff's magic—this cup will eventually overflow."