122 Chapter 119

He sighed. He needed to think in peace, and he knew just the place to do it.

Taking a deep breath, Harry said, "ID Create." he intoned. To his surprise and shock, a familiar window popped up.

You cannot enter or exit the ID when in extreme proximity to a supercharged magical nexus. Error Code : PS

"Error code PS…Philosopher's Stone." Harry whispered, "No. There is absolutely no way they'd keep it in such an unprotected place as this apartment."

But why wouldn't they, Harry's mind contested, when to everyone else, the stone is no more. Why would they even be worried? They'd simply hide it with a few concealment charms. The only person they'd have to hide it from was a twelve-year-old boy.

'Of course,' Harry thought, 'They'd never have thought that a twelve-year-old would have access to powers that could sense the very magic that their stone emitted.'

But how would he find it. It was sure to be under several powerful concealment charms.

Harry flopped onto his bed and started scrolling through his skills looking for something useful.

Suddenly, he stilled.

No. No way. No way could it be that simple.

Harry, with some trepidation, gave the command, "Mage Sight…activate."

His vision flashed white for a second before the color flared in. The glowing golden brown of the apartment's bricks, although not as bright as Hogwarts, was there, letting Harry know that this was a magical apartment. Harry peered at the wall for a second, looking to see if he could see through the walls using this skill.

No such luck. It looked like mage sight, much like real sight, was obstructed by physical objects.

No worries. If this worked as Harry thought it did, then Harry would easily be able to find out where the stone was.

He got up from his bed and moved towards the door, intent on opening it and searching the outside. Suddenly, he stopped as he realized that there was a golden sheen around the door.

Some sort of alarm ward, Harry realized, to tell the caster when it was broken.

Lighting his finger on fire for a second to empty out his MP a bit, Harry pulled up his required skill.

Runic Burnout Lv-5 (99%)

A precise sucking of magic from a ward by using it to refill one's own core. It starts causing damage to HP when magic continues to be sucked after the MP is full. common way to get around it is to use up mana as fast as it comes in.

Do you wish to use it on : Common Alarm Ward?

YES/NO

99%. Huh. So that's why his runic burnout hadn't leveled up. Breaking this ward would probably do it and give him a level up. Harry grabbed onto the ward's mana and pressed yes on the runic burnout.

With a small muffled flash, the ward disappeared.

Ping!

A skill has leveled up!

Runic Burnout Lv-6 (3%)

There it was.

Harry waved it away and took out his wand and cast an Alohamora at the door, which opened with a click. Holding his breath for a second to hear if anybody was coming, Harry slowly opened the door and stepped out, wincing when it creaked a bit as it closed.

It was undoubtedly dark in the apartment as he walked down the stairs, looking through every room that he could open, to the living room. But to mage sight, darkness was no obstruction.

He first saw it in the living room through the corner of his eyes.

A bright purple glowing ward that somehow he couldn't look at straight without having to automatically look away. He pulled Gamer's Mind to full power, and only then was he able to look straight at it.

The ward was centered around a small drawer table, with a small plain rock on the top that Harry could bet was the wardstone.

Harry started forward raising his hand, intending to just Runic Burnout the ward, but he hesitated.

The last time he'd tried to use it on a really powerful ward, he'd ended up almost dead.

Did he really want to risk it?

No, he decided, and let his hand drop. His mind, working as fast as it was under the full influence of the Gamer's Mind, quickly thought up a new idea. Activating Unicorn Boost, he ran to his room and stopped right in front of Hedwig.

With his face centimeters in front of the phoenix's beak, he said, "Wake up Hedwig"

The bird woke up a startled squawk and toppled straight off the perch. Flapping her wings and righting herself mid-air, she angrily flapped onto Harry's shoulder and dug her claws in.

Harry winced and stammered out an apology before Boosting both of them to the living room.

"Hedwig, see that stone?" Hedwig nodded. "Could you get through the wards to it?"

Hedwig flapped up into the air. Harry watched as she glanced the ward with her wings before gliding back and alighting on his shoulder again and nodding her confirmation.

He pulled out his handkerchief and stuffed it into Hedwig's claws. "Just be careful not touch it. Put the kerchief on it and then grab it before flaming out."

With a chirp of confirmation, Hedwig flamed in right above the stone, dropped the kerchief on it before grabbing it and bursting into a flame and reappearing near Harry.

She dropped the kerchief wrapped wardstone into Harry's hand and with a chirp of goodbye, flew straight back towards the room to go back to sleep.

Wards always needed to have their wardstone inside them to stay functioning. Harry watched with a grin as the purple ward dulled and dimmed before slowly fading out of existence. He walked towards the drawer table and pulled out the first drawer of the two, his hands shaking with anticipation.

He stared at its contents before promptly slamming it shut. He didn't need porn mags now. He was after the stone. Yes. The stone.

The next drawer was locked. Harry cast the most powerful Alohamora he could. It clicked open and slid out, filling Harry's vision with light. It was so bright that he had to turn off his mage sight.

And there it was, sitting inside a small glass box. Harry had never seen it before, but it was undoubtedly the Philosopher's Stone. There was no mistaking it. His own magic was singing at the sight of it. Mesmerized by the glowing red colour of the stone, Harry's hand moved of its own accord and picked it up.

A blaring sound ripped through the apartment. He realized with a curse that in his hurry to get through the magical defences, he hadn't even considered a muggle pressure alarm. His picking up the stone must have triggered it.

The sound of running feet reached Harry's ears and he turned around, stone in hand.

The alarm ward had brought both the Flamels, in their nightwear, with their wands out. Their expressions were frozen in shock at seeing who it was that had tripped the alarm.

Harry took a second to revel in the victory at outwitting two centuries old magicians. He knew what he wanted to say.

"You're teaching me alchemy," They opened their mouth to say something. "And I swear if you start spouting some bullshit about immortality and ancient laws I will shank you."

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