Prologue: Part 3 Thee Book on Time and Souls

With my mind wholly focused on the book I sat down on a chair and with a *flop* mountains of collected dust rose from their slumber. *cough* *cough* What in Merlin's saggy pants-?!

I fast walked a couple of feet away and saw mountains of dust-bunnies just floating around. Looking down at my once sanitary attire I sneer and reach for my wand.

Tergeo. Walking around the house, I point at any and every spot that might have never, in its entire existence, been cleaned before this. Scourgify. Scourgify. Scourgify

*sigh* I decide to give my services to a side that loathes me because I dont want to kill and now I have been reduced to a house elf. How lovely.

Within several seconds gets darker. Looking out the window, I spotted dark clouds looming over the sky, blocking out the sunlight.

I sneer at the aggravating situations that seem to barrage my every waking moment ever since I have been sent on this superfluous mission.

Taking hold of my wand, I swish it in the proper motions. Reparo.

One by one, the rotten pieces of wood that have fallen to the ground, fly up and reconnect with the splintered planks of wood that was once, and now is the ceiling.

With nothing to do due to the rain now pouring down outside like waterfalls. I sit back down on the chair and open the book, turning to the first chapter. "The Soul"

It says { the soul is the incorporeal essence of a living being, However, I have come to the . . . } I have no time for this. I'll just return to it after I find what I'm looking for

The Soul as a Tangible Material, The Soul in its immortality, The Soul as a Form of Energy, . . . , ahh here we go 'The Soul traversing through Time'.

It documents people including 'muggles?' who seem to remember their past lives, there is an article about oracles seeming to have come from the future or... come back from the future. Some speak of a parallel world or dimension but... no, this is not what I'm looking for. unless

I cast my wand and point it towards the text. Specialis Revelio. The words come to life and dance on its pages. When they all come to a halt, the text was completely different from before.

Phoenix blood

Death cap

Powdered Ponderosa Pine cones

Edamame

Fusulinid shells

Dried pumpkin pulp

and 22 other materials

A list of ingredients? Has the author already experimented on time-travel before? Did he succeed? But these ingredients make no sense. Most of them can be bought with a peasant's pocket money, others like Phoenix blood are impossible to attain. Lets see... usually their composition can give us an insight on what the potion is for

Phoenix blood is maybe... life? rebirth? Death cap is a poison, Ponderosa Pine absorb more Carbon Dioxide than other plants. Edamame is... a legume. Fusilinid shells... I've only seen in pictures...

*sigh* I massage my temples and take a deep breath. I flip the page and see a diagram, the type usually used in alchemy. The person who wrote this was an alchemist? I skimmed the entire book and found insights, revelations, not just on souls but on the alchemy used to study them.

This barmy lunatic, this amount would have needed more or less seven hundred souls to study it. He tried to transmigrate souls into a form of energy to create another resurrection stone. But midway it seems as though he gave up and focused on the concept of time instead.

I turned back to the page with a diagram and studied its formation. If only I could test this.

I scatter everything in my pouch on the floor and find items that could be used as substitutes. Taking out the explosives and survival necessary items, I was left with fewer things than I expected.

I... guess I could use half a vial of Saint Potter's dried blood as substitute for phoenix blood... right? It was supposed to be used for the situation wherein the book was hidden in the dark wanker's library located in the chamber of secrets. But there was no need as I found it stashed away in a room on the second floor.

It's gotta have just as much 'holy' in it. Okay I'm not thinking straight and am just making excuses. But I doubt I would be given the same time and opportunity to attempt this in the future. I doubt I would even have one with the number of murderers wanting my head.

Analyzing the items I could use as alternatives, never minding that most of them were poisonous, I just needed the fusulinid shells.

I realized earlier that most of the ingredients listed (mostly vegtables) have been known to absorb or contain high amounts of certain protein and minerals like potassium and carbon. I remembered that fusulinid shells were fossilized in a certain type of lime stone; however, I dont carry stones with me like some creepy old bachelor.

Will trans-mutating a few rocks work? The light magic spell wont allow its composition to change but maybe dark magic? I will just have to find a material of its equivalence.

Setting aside the materials I could use into a different compartment in my satchel. I fish my pocket for a galleon and set it down on a table. Putting my wand back in its holster, I cut off a few pieces of my hair to use as the medium for my magic. Scattering it around the gold coin, I execute the hand signs and channel my magic, giving it instructions on what to do.

Red magic pours out of my hands, merging with the magic of nature that surrounds me, turning into wild magic under a minute. Wrapping around the galleon and condensing into thick layers of pure energy. It thrashes around like a wild animal and eats away at my magic core like a savage beast. I could feel it clawing and viciously tearing me from within. This is why I dont like old dark magic.

eiusdem est transmutare

The red light that was wrapped around the galleon like a blanket, disperses and reveals a limestone, about the size of an child's clenched fist. Never before have I felt so exhausted but exhilarated at the same time.

I succeeded! I transformed metal into a mineral. Turning mineral into a metal would be much harder, no it may be impossible. Turning metal into mineral however, it is possible.

All of a sudden I felt an intense scorching pain shooting up my neck. The world seems to spin around me as adrenaline pulsates through my veins with loud booms, every beat would push my breakfast up but I force it down. Then I felt emptiness, the cold rushing into my system like snakes, forcefully pushing through my veins.

Magic exhaustion and poison. Digging through my satchel I found a pepper-up potion and a bezoar. The bezoar might not be able to eliminate the wild magic that entered my system but its better than nothing. Swallowing it I follow up by chugging down the pepper-up potion to fight against the developing frostbite.

That should be good enough for now. I'll just continue the rest tomorrow. I collapse into the nearby couch and let sleep take over.