Chapter 59 - Arcane Solutions: Shop-Chapter 59: Tony Becomes the God of Magic?

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Valerie immediately grew electric with excitement. "I have them! I have them! These are—my daughter's classmates gave them to me afterward. Normally, I can only survive each day by relying on these precious fragments."

She pulled a crystal vial hanging around her neck from beneath her collar. Inside, memories drifted and swayed like captured starlight.

"I originally wanted to use these to commission a portrait of my daughter, but the portrait artist said they wouldn't work—they had to be her own memories, otherwise the portrait would be completely mad, unable to understand its own identity. So I could only keep them close to my heart, looking at them whenever I missed her terribly. But these memories have been preserved for so long now—they're beginning to fade and scatter. I've been desperately searching for a way to preserve them completely. Pensieves are far too expensive—we simply can't afford one." Valerie held the vial with reverent care, gently caressing it as she spoke in hushed, aching tones.

Fred's expression grew genuinely serious. "Then please, come this way, madam. I'll help you preserve them perfectly and give you back your daughter." He gestured with gracious invitation, revealing the mysterious black box behind him.

After carefully explaining to Valerie how to import the memories, everyone inside and outside the shop watched in hushed reverence, desperately wanting to confirm whether this miracle would actually work.

Valerie followed Fred's instructions with trembling hands, importing the precious memories from the vial into the black box before her, moving with painstaking care for fear of losing even the smallest fragment.

The memory import proceeded swiftly, requiring only a few minutes. Then, following Fred's gentle guidance, she carefully pressed the switch on the back of the black box with breathless anticipation.

The box emitted a soft, almost musical humming sound. The projection rays inside the shop became visible to everyone, weaving and intertwining in graceful patterns before Valerie. In just one miraculous minute, a girl with lustrous golden curls materialized before them. She appeared about sixteen, wearing an enormous pink bow in her hair—even her robes were pink.

Valerie's lips began trembling uncontrollably. This was her daughter—Lavender Brown!

The figure before her possessed breathtaking reality—her gently rising and falling chest, her delicately fluttering eyelashes, the familiar tilt of her head.

The next moment, Lavender suddenly opened her bright eyes. "Oh! How did I get here? Mum? When did the holidays start?"

Fred checked the readings carefully, then explained with professional precision, "Her memories appear to be from when she was sixteen. Because the memory data isn't extensive, calculations show this version represents her truest self."

Valerie's tears cascaded in silver streams as she reached out to virtually caress Lavender's beloved face. "Darling, I'm taking you home. We're going home right this moment."

Lavender looked around with characteristic curiosity. "Looking like this—am I dead? Am I a portrait? I appear different from the portraits I've seen before."

Fred patted her shoulder with gentle reassurance. "Of course, this is a revolutionary new type of portrait. Look, I am one too."

Lavender smiled with radiant warmth. "Mum, let's go home!"

With those precious words, she scattered into a cluster of brilliant light and vanished before everyone's mesmerized eyes. Valerie's heart clenched painfully as she looked toward Fred with desperate concern.

George approached with understanding compassion, lifting the box and placing it carefully in Valerie's hands. "Keep this absolutely safe. When the sun shines brightly, take it out to your garden for proper light. These buttons are essential for her manifestation—only when these components are properly installed can she appear in your home. Come, describe your house's layout and I'll determine how many you'll need."

George led Valerie to a quieter area where they began their detailed consultation.

The crowd outside witnessed this extraordinary scene and immediately erupted in renewed amazement. Everyone spoke excitedly to those beside them, while others hurried toward home with newfound hope—after all, which family hadn't lost a cherished relative?

Britain's Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes handled this revolutionary business with spectacular success. Through magical money transfers, Tony's Gringotts vault jumped dramatically from 500+ to 4000+ Galleons, though he remained completely oblivious to this windfall.

"George still isn't back?" Tony arrived at the All-Purpose Shop again, asking for the countless time with obvious frustration.

Gemini couldn't suppress her eye roll. "If he returned, how could he possibly not seek you out immediately? It's been extensively reported in the papers! Why can't you simply read the newspaper?!"

Tony smiled with characteristic sheepishness. "Who still reads those archaic things? Why doesn't the wizarding world have phones? Besides, I don't maintain a newspaper subscription."

Gemini struggled to restrain herself—don't murder this insufferable little mustache man, too much of a loss, absolutely not worth it! "What exactly do you need him for?"

Tony hesitated with uncharacteristic uncertainty, then extracted a distinctly different Arc Reactor from his pocket. "Examine this carefully. That S.H.I.E.L.D. organization delivered my father's gift, correct? I've been studying it intensively these past days and discovered the coded message he left specifically for me. Following that intricate code, I constructed a completely new reactor. Besides being far more stable than previous versions, it's entirely radiation-free—absolutely perfect clean energy! But something feels fundamentally wrong about this device. I desperately hope he can analyze it!"

"What the—!" Gemini stared with slack-jawed amazement at the dazzling magical energy pulsing in Tony's hand. That was pure magic! Artificially synthesized magical power!

Tony appeared thoroughly displeased. "How can you employ such crude language?"

Gemini ignored his protest entirely, immediately shouting for Coby. "Go downstairs immediately and bring Bruce up here!"

She abandoned Tony completely, seizing a quill and scribbling frantically across several pieces of parchment, grabbed handfuls of Floo Powder and hurled everything into the fireplace, then sprinted back to her room to retrieve Professor Snape's portrait before returning breathlessly to the reception room.

"Professor! Professor! Quickly! Come witness a god! The God of Magic himself!" Gemini shook the portrait with electric excitement.

"Gemini Black! I swear upon my grave I will kill you!" Snape's furious roar erupted from the portrait with volcanic intensity.

Gemini paid absolutely no attention—a portrait wanting to kill her would have to wait until she died! "Look, Professor! Look at what he's holding!"

Snape, thoroughly disoriented from the violent shaking, crawled to the portrait's edge and stared with laser focus at the light source in Tony's hand. "???"

The next second, Snape vanished completely from the portrait. Gemini gazed bewildered at the empty frame. "What happened? Was the shock too overwhelming for him?"

Tony regarded the empty frame with lingering apprehension. "Who was that terrifying individual?! Absolutely frightening!"

Before Gemini could respond, Snape returned to the portrait, physically dragging an elderly man with completely white hair and beard.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?!" Gemini instinctively shrank back. He was a legendary headmaster, after all—how could he be treated so roughly? Well, she wasn't the one being dragged around, so better not interfere. Far too dangerous to provoke.

"Merlin's beard, what in the name of magic is that?" Dumbledore's normally twinkling, cheerful expression went completely blank, immediately crawling to the portrait's edge exactly like Snape to examine it with intense scrutiny. "Miss Black, I believe you should fully comprehend this object's monumental value. Have you notified Harry?"

"I contacted his family—Seraphina Picquery. She'll arrive momentarily," Gemini replied with growing anxiety.

"Picquery? Very well, I understand completely. I must notify people on my end immediately. This represents an absolutely momentous development—you must protect him at all costs!" Dumbledore hurriedly delivered this urgent instruction and turned to stride purposefully out of the portrait.

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