From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"What an amazing Patronus!" Nicolas Flamel exclaimed, "I'm beginning to believe that he is your collaborator."

When Ivy and the Phantom of the Opera started fighting, the two old wizards, who were over 700 years old in total, felt the magical confrontation taking place in the basement of the opera house.

Then, with Nicolas Flamel's reluctant sigh, they Apparated together to the basement of the opera house, and Dumbledore was the one who was taken to move. Because he had never been to the underground space of the Garnier Opera House, which was full of secret passages, it would be no fun if he got stuck in the wall when Apparating. Nicolas Flamel, who was keen on opera performances, had explored the underground space of the Garnier Opera House more than once and was very familiar with the layout here.

It was because of this that they were able to quickly find Ivy and Fleur, and just witnessed Ivy's golden dragon patronus.

"I didn't expect there would be a Phantom of the Opera..." Nicolas Flamel stroked his goatee, with a puzzled look on his face, "This is really strange. I have come here many times for adventures, and even fished in the underground lake. How come I haven't encountered the Phantom of the Opera?"

No one answered Nico's question, because Dumbledore and Ivy were both entering this building for the first time.

Fortunately, Nico didn't expect Dumbledore to answer. He took a step forward and prepared to ask Ivy about the Phantom of the Opera.

A big hand held him, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's not time for us to appear yet, old friend. What will the hero and heroine in the opera do after overcoming difficulties?"

"Oh!" Nicolas Flamel nodded in sudden enlightenment, gave a thumbs up and praised, "You understand it very well! Albus!"

Then they saw Fleur pounce on Ivy together.

"Oh! What a passionate kiss! Although I didn't see the ending of the musical, it was also good to see the ending of The Phantom of the Opera." Nicolas Flamel sighed, "I feel a lot younger. Maybe Perenelle will be willing to give me a kiss when I go home?"

"Who is it!" Ivy's voice came from the secret room. He heard the conversation coming from the door.

"It's us!" Nicolas Flamel clapped his hands, "Thank you for your grand performance, Ivy!"

"Oh! That's! Nicolas Flamel!" As the two parties approached, Fleur exclaimed, but she then realized that it seemed impolite, "Forgive me... I mean, Director Flamel..."

"It's summer vacation now, Miss Delacour, relax!" Nico said with a smile.

"Do you know me?" Fleur's face flushed and looked very excited. Ivy was very familiar with this expression. When he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, if he praised a little witch, they would have this shy and proud expression on their faces.

"Little Maxime mentioned you to me. She's the headmaster now... I should call her Madam." Nico explained. Ivy knew that the 'little Maxime' he was talking about was the headmaster of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, a half-blooded giantess.

Because Nico Flamel was born in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. After successfully making the Philosopher's Stone, he donated a lot of gold to his alma mater. Fortunately, he was French. If he was in Britain, he would be breaking the law. Because there is a legal provision in Britain against alchemists: it is not allowed to turn any metal into gold.

But the outlaw Ivy is not so lucky. He has used the Philosopher's Stone to make gold several times in the underground chamber of Hogwarts. But compared with other laws he violated, turning metal into gold is probably the lightest. After all, this can only be regarded as... a financial crime at most? In a capitalist society, the upper limit of financial crimes is only imprisonment, and you can even be paroled.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here in person!" Fleur was still excited, "You look good!"

"Yes, I always look good." Nico curled his lips, "Let me introduce you, Miss Delacour. The tall wizard next to me is Dumbledore. Yes, the famous Dumbledore. Dumbledore, this is Miss Delacour."

"Nice to meet you." Dumbledore said softly, extending his hand to shake Fleur's hand, "Nice to meet you, Miss Delacour."

"I am Professor Dumbledore." Fleur pulled out her sister behind her, "Gabriel, come and say hello to the two professors."

"Hello, two white-bearded grandfathers!" The little girl shouted crisply.

"Hahaha..." In Fleur's embarrassed expression, the two old naughty boys laughed out loud together.

"This is not a good place to talk." Ivy interrupted the laughter of the two old men, "Let's go back to the ground. Is the musical over?"

"I agree with this. The air here is really not good for my health." Nico waved his hand in front of his nose, and then called, "Come on, come on, gather together. I have never brought so many people with me to make my appearance."

The wizards, young and old, held hands together. After a dizzy moment, Ivy felt that his body was under great pressure, as if he had experienced the feeling of being squeezed out of a tin tube like toothpaste.

"You really kept it from me, Ivy." Dumbledore said with a smile before he could recover.

"Wait a minute..." Ivy raised a hand to signal him to pause.

One hundred years ago, when he fought the goblins at Hogwarts, he had experienced the feeling of Apparition many times, but he still couldn't get used to it. Maybe it was the same as people who are carsick won't get carsick when driving. Once he learns this spell, maybe the situation will get better.

Ivy thought he was asking about the Patronus Charm, which has always been considered by the wizarding community to be cast only by wizards with pure hearts. Maybe Dumbledore had some strange filter for him because of this.

"Dumbledore is right," Nicole chimed in, "We didn't expect you to speak French so well!"

"French?" Dumbledore looked at Nicole in surprise, "You are really old and confused, Ivy was speaking English!"

"This is the power of magic." Fleur interrupted the topic, and seeing that the two old wizards were looking at her, she shrugged her shoulders imitating Ivy's expression, "Anyway, that's what he told me."

"Being proficient in languages, I can make everyone who tries to communicate with me understand each other's language within an hour." Ivy recovered a little, he straightened up and began to look around.

Apparently they were in a busy square, and the Garnier Opera House stood behind them. The musical should have just ended, and many audiences were humming the melody of the song in the play while walking home. The moon was at its zenith, and it was time for the French to start their nightlife.

"Really practical magic, you do often use some spells that I don't understand." Dumbledore shook his head thoughtfully, "Including the Patronus Charm just now."

"It's amazing! I've never seen a golden Patronus! Not to mention it's a dragon! The only two wizards in Europe who have a Patronus of magical creatures are standing next to me!" Nicolas Flamel exclaimed, "You are undoubtedly a genius, Ivy, I'm a little jealous of your talent."

Ivy was very pleased, but his face was still calm. If you want to pretend, you have to pretend to the end.

"Mom! Dad!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and Gabrielle had already run towards two figures in the crowd, one of whom had long silver hair like Fleur and her sister.

"Sorry! Professors, I have to go." Fleur looked in the direction where Gabrielle ran away for a while, bit her lip and said.

"Go, go." Nico waved his hand, "Your parents must be very anxious."

"I wish you good health, Professor Flamel, and you, Professor Dumbledore." Fleur bowed and left in a hurry.

The silver-haired elf turned back after a few steps, leaning over to Ivy's ear and whispered: "Remember to write to me when you go back, Mr. Doom, the owl will find me, by the way, I will try my best to learn English well."

Fleur left with a refreshing laugh.

This girl actually wants to learn a foreign language, look at this world.

"Fleur! Where did you take Gabrielle? You don't know how anxious your father and I are!" Following the night wind, the conversation of the Delacour family came from the crowd.

"Mom! We met Nicole Flamel!" Fleur tried to divert her mother's attention.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum!

"Really? Where is it?" Her father was successfully attracted.

"The one standing next to the tall man is here with Professor Dumbledore. They are here to watch the musical." Fleur pointed in a direction and stopped her father who was trying to stand on tiptoe to look for him. "Don't make too much noise, Dad. Think about how many people have tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Mr. Flamel certainly doesn't want us to disturb them..."

"Oh! You're right... What a pity... There aren't many opportunities to see two legendary wizards at the same time..." Mr. Delacour muttered regretfully, and then the voices of the family gradually faded away.

Ivy retracted his gaze, glared at the two old wizards with teasing smiles, and said, "Where are we going now?"

"You have to be prepared for another Apparition?" Nico put his hand on Ivy's arm and pulled Dumbledore's sleeve with his other hand. "Even if I put the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts, someone still tried to break into my house, so I moved again, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, showing his understanding, and explained to Ivy: "Thieves and dark wizards visit Nico's house almost once every two weeks, and it was even more outrageous before the Philosopher's Stone was handed over to me for safekeeping."

First, the world was spinning, and then the toothpaste was squeezed. Ivy took a deep breath and tried not to vomit. Now he could only pray that he would get better after learning this spell.

After calming his surging stomach, Ivy opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery. This seemed to be a secluded park. There were many lights on the surrounding Muggle buildings. They were not in the French wizarding society.

"This way!" Nico was already leading the way. The feeling of going home made his body feel lighter, and those fragile bones no longer seemed to hinder his movement.

So the three of them walked through a lawn, some waist-high bushes, and finally stopped under two French plane trees. In fact, these French plane trees are called English plane trees in France. They are new tree species cultivated by the British in the 17th century after bringing European plane trees to America. In the past three hundred years, they have become the main street trees in European cities. Later, the French brought them to the Magic City, so they were named French plane trees.

"A tent?" Ivy raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the richest man in the world actually lived in a tent, just like a tramp in the park.

"Yes, Perenelle and I are preparing to travel around the world! This is our home now." Nico introduced happily, and then got into the tent first.

It was indeed a tent, because this tent was not even half as high as Ivy's, just like two pieces of rags supported by a stick.

"Why are you still standing there, hurry up!" Along with Nico's old hand, his voice also stretched out from the tent.

Dumbledore squatted down and got in very unsightly. He was the tallest and the most frustrated one.

Ivy sighed and followed the headmaster's footsteps.

There was indeed a different world inside the tent. This was something Ivy had expected long ago. After all, during the Quidditch World Cup, the Weasley family's ordinary tent could accommodate more than a dozen people, not to mention the only alchemist in the world who could make the Philosopher's Stone.

The rags and sticks at the entrance were just a cover-up. Ivy saw the sun and blue sky again inside the tent, followed by a pastoral landscape of green grass.

At the end of the stone-paved path was Nicolas Flamel's home, a small farmhouse surrounded by a white wooden fence. Ivy even saw a rooster on the roof.

"Welcome to the Alchemist's House! Everyone who enters here is an alchemist!" Nicolas introduced Dumbledore and Ivy.

Nicolas Flamel was a natural, and Dumbledore also had a collaborative research on alchemy with him, which was clearly written on the chocolate frog picture. But Ivy didn't remember that he was an alchemist.

But before he could even ask his question, Nico answered it for him: "I heard from Dumbledore that you made a crystal that can cast a giant fireball and even rotate around itself. There is no doubt that you are an alchemist."

The wooden door of the country villa opened, and an equally old lady walked out. When she saw Dumbledore, she shouted: "How long have we not seen each other? Albus? Oh! Who is this handsome guy?"

"Hey!" Nicolas Flamel shouted dissatisfiedly, "Shouldn't you welcome your husband with a kiss?"

Perenelle looked at Nico in horror, but finally did it. After the kiss, her face was full of red light. She only said "I'll go cook for you" and left in a hurry, without even having time to listen to Nico introduce Ivy.