Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"...that was the second time I rejected him, and since then, I haven't seen him again, and the position of professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts that he applied for has been accidental since then. ..

I guess, at that time, he already had a plan. If he couldn't be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, then he would stop this course completely.

For the first two years, I have been representing this course, until this year, I finally found a competent professor to take over the teaching job..."

"Voldemort?"

In Nicolas' home, Dumbledore and Nicolas sat opposite each other. A pot of hot black tea was placed on the table in front of them. The teapot shook from time to time, ready to refill the tea for the two of them at any time.

"Yes, Tom Riddle, calling himself Voldemort..."

As Dumbledore said, he looked up at Nicolas who was frowning sparsely, and warned in a deep voice:

"Flame, I must remind you that Tom's research on black magic is very profound, and he has cast a magic spell on his title!

It’s okay to be within the protection range of the Fidelity Curse, but if it’s outside the protection range of the magic spell, once you say the name Voldemort or Tom Riddle, no matter where he is, you can sense it! "

"Ah... yeah!"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Nicole May was taken aback, stroked her chest with lingering fear, and her heart was beating violently.

To be honest, in terms of magical ability, Nicole May, who has lived for more than 600 years, is definitely no worse than people at the level of Dumbledore and Grindelwald!

But in terms of combat effectiveness, Nicolas May might not even be able to beat Hogwarts graduates!

No way, you can't expect an old scientist to compete with a street gangster to kill people, can you?

At the age of more than 600 years, it is difficult to practice lightning five consecutive whips. I can't be like Master Ma, shouting at Voldemort, "Don't talk about martial arts" and "rat tail juice"...

"...Don't worry, with the Charm of Fidelity and Loyalty, when you stay at home, your safety can still be guaranteed..."

Looking at Nicolas who was caressing his chest, but accidentally broke his ribs and little finger, Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth and quickly spoke to comfort him.

He was afraid that if he said a few words later, Nicolas May would scare himself to death...

France... oh... it's hard to say...

After staying there for a long time, Nicole May finally came to his senses, realized his injury, and didn't intend to make a fuss, waved his hand lightly, and summoned the medicine box that stored the potion for bone injuries.

For this kind of injury, he was already familiar with it and couldn't be more familiar with it. This potion named Bone Spirit was invented by him specially for his bone loosening symptoms.

After pouring the potion, feeling the bone growth in the body, he put the crystal bottle containing the potion aside, looked at Dumbledore as if nothing had happened, and asked.

"Then...Albus, is there anything I can do for you..."

Seeing Nicole May's proficient process, Dumbledore couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart, then calmed down his scattered emotions, nodded and said:

"Indeed, I'm here this time because I want to ask you something..."

As Dumbledore said, he took out a golden crown from his arms, placed it on the table in front of the two, and continued:

"...I don't know, have you ever heard of Horcruxes..."

"The Horcrux?"

"Yes, the Horcrux. I found it at Hogwarts. I want to know who put this Horcrux in Hogwarts..."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Nicole May's expression suddenly became serious, she stretched out her hand to support the table, and stood up with great effort.

"Horcrux...wait...I'm going to get something..."

"Huh? What, do you need my help?"

"You're welcome, just sit down, it's just a book, come and go!"

Nicole May waved his hand lightly, took small steps, and moved bit by bit to the alchemy room he hadn't seen for a long time.

To be honest, Nicole May has not carried out alchemy research experiments for a long time now, and his physical condition is so bad that he is no longer allowed to continue to do research!

Now, he is more concerned with sorting out his academic thoughts. He wants to leave a manual of magic alchemy for future generations to learn before he gets tired of life!

Over the years, he has been sorting out his previous cases and ideas. If it weren't for the arrival of Dumbledore, he doesn't know when he will open the door of his alchemy room again...

'Hula la...'

Pushing open the door that has been closed for a long time, what greets the eyes is the clean environment in the alchemy room. Every inch of the table and floor here has been carefully wiped by Peverel himself...

'Dingling~Dangling~'

All kinds of weird instruments were placed on the table, as if they sensed the arrival of the master, they all made crisp sounds.

Mercury, Mithril, Silver, Gold, Sand, Crystal...

All kinds of pure elements are neatly placed on a shelf that can be opened and closed automatically. Next to the shelf is a series of alchemy products made by himself.

A crystal ball that can navigate and find people, a looking glass that can detect danger, a pure metal texture, a magic wand without a core, and even an automatic rifle that uses magic as the source of fire...

There are all kinds of items, and any item in the room that spreads out will be the treasure of the wizarding world, but it will be piled aside like toys...

Regarding these things, Nicole May didn't even look at them. He walked slowly, came to the shelf, took off a monocular, hung it around his neck, and picked up a thick magic book.

This book only weighs about [-] catties, but for today's Nicole May, it is definitely not a small burden. His hands were stretched out by the weight of the book, and his face was flushed red by the weight of the book. Take a step and rest, and move outward with great effort...

"Let me do it..."

Dumbledore, who was worried about Nicolas Flamel, followed. Seeing this scene, he took a few steps forward and gently took the magic book in Flamel's hand. Nothing.

"...Ugh... No way...I can't even move a book..."

Seeing Dumbledore's steady footsteps, Nicole May couldn't help but shook his head and sighed softly, moved his stiff hands slightly, dragged his feet on the ground, and followed slowly.

When he came to the living room, he took out a pair of gleaming silver gloves from his pocket, and put them on his hands carefully so as not to hurt his fingers.

"Horcrux... huh..."

Opening the magic book, I found a chapter called Blocking Evil Thoughts, spread it out on the table, and placed the golden crown brought by Dumbledore in the center of the runes depicted in the book.

He put on a monocular for his left eye, took out his wand, and tapped lightly on the pages of this book.

The pages of this book are not ordinary Arabic numerals, but symbols similar to cuneiform characters, and with the strike of Nicolas' wand, they suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.

The ray of light pierced through the shackles of the pages like a sharp sword, and the pages depicting the magic text seemed to be torn apart by the ray of light, cracking irregular gaps one after another.

Beside the book, Dumbledore held the Elder Wand in his hand, and watched the scene in front of him warily. Nicolas also looked solemn, holding the wand, and drew a sharp trick in the light.

"In the name of Jewish Abraham, I command you to reveal the secrets you do not want to reveal!"

"Ow~~~~"

A mournful howl sounded, and the substances like black vines were squeezed out of the golden crown by the light.

The vine stretched and clung, trying to escape from this tortured place, but was firmly confined within the scope of the pages of the book, bumping left and right, but still could not escape...

"...This is..."

In the monocular, Nicole May looked at the figure exuding an evil aura in shock, and murmured.

"...Voldemort"

"What...how could it be Tom?"

Chapter 482 Voldemort's Purpose...Is Longevity

"What...how could it be Tom?"

Seeing the vines struggling and extending like parasites urged by the light, Dumbledore's already serious expression became more and more shocked.

Bad news came one after another these days, and today, I finally met the worst one...

"...Albus"

Looking at the figure in the monocular, sometimes roaring, sometimes struggling and howling, Nicolomet sat back on the chair tremblingly, looked up at Dumbledore, breathed a little urgently and said:

"...If I remember correctly, the Ravenclaw Diadem at Hogwarts was lost when I was young. This guy who calls himself Voldemort...is he really a former student of yours? ..”

To be honest, Dumbledore couldn't help hesitating for a while when he heard Nicolas May's words. He closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then shook his head and said affirmatively:

"...Although I can't know how Tom found this golden crown, what I can confirm is that when I met Tom more than ten years ago, he was undoubtedly Tom..."

Dumbledore's words were a bit convoluted, but Nicole May understood what he meant. Looking at the fading light in front of him, his eyes were blank in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"...Flame...Flame..."

"Huh? What..."

Dumbledore's voice was not too loud, but it startled the pensive Nicolas. He raised his head, frowned, looked at the serious Dumbledore, and asked in a low voice:

"...I mean...what's wrong?"

Dumbledore didn't care about this, and slowly moved away from looking at the golden crown, looked up at Nicolas and asked:

"...I just want to ask, is there any way you can destroy this Horcrux without damaging the golden crown?"

"Horcrux? Destroy?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Nicole May looked at Dumbledore in surprise as if he had heard some great question, shook his head and said regretfully:

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. If the Horcrux is so easy to destroy, how can it become an evil magic that countless wizards who study black magic keep secret?"

As Nicolas said, he tightened the gloves on his hand, gently held up the golden crown, shook his head and said:

"So far, there has never been a method of destroying Horcruxes recorded in any classic book!

Even Godelot, the inventor of the magic of Horcruxes, the author of "The Most Poisonous Witchcraft", and the former owner of the Elder Wand, is afraid of this magic. This is not an easy problem to solve... "

Nicolas carefully put the Horcrux back on the table, closed the book that was unfolded on the table, continued to shake his head and said:

"...And you still want to destroy the Golden Diadem without destroying it..."

Gently stroking the favorite book of his later years - "Niccolume's Book of Alchemy", said in a deep voice:

"...This is simply wishful thinking..."

Although he was prepared in his heart, when Dumbledore really heard that the words came from the mouth of the greatest alchemist, he was still a little disappointed.

"...Okay...I'm a little greedy..."

Looking at Dumbledore with an apologetic expression, Nicolas May shook his head slightly, without any intention of blaming him.

The so-called concern is chaos, if his most precious "The Jewish Book of Abraham" is made into a Horcrux, maybe he will also have the same idea, it is human nature, and he can't blame Dumbledore at all.

"However, I'm a little curious. Where did this amazing student of yours learn the method of making Horcruxes? As far as I know, the method of making Horcruxes has long been lost!"

Hearing Nicolas May's words, Dumbledore sighed softly, took out the cutting-edge black magic reveal from his bosom, and placed it next to the Alchemy Book.

"Unfortunately, just like Ms. Ravenclaw's golden diadem, the method of making the Horcrux has never been lost. It is just hidden in a corner and has not been discovered by interested people..."

"Explore the secrets of cutting-edge black magic?"

After reading this book, Nicolas May showed a clear expression, but when he finished listening to Dumbledore's words, he shook his head resolutely without thinking about it.

"No, Albus... Although I don't know where that Tom learned this magic, I can be sure that it will definitely not be this book..."

Nicole May's slender body retracted gently into the soft chair back, and said in a slightly nostalgic tone:

"...The author of this book, Ole Bullock, is an outstanding dark wizard himself, but he has only heard of the magic of Horcruxes!

The production method of the Horcrux in the book is only his own speculation, which has never been verified by him..."

With that said, he turned his head again to look at the solemn Dumbledore, and said with certainty:

"...He said it to me 400 years ago, I can assure you!"

"Is that so... In other words, the description of Horcruxes in this book is very likely to be of no help..."

There is enough bad news, and this one is not bad. Dumbledore exhaled lightly, and said with three points of admiration in his tone:

"...Then... the research method of Horcruxes, I am afraid that Tom has recovered this terrible magic from this specious narration with his outstanding talent...

I have to say that Tom has gone farther than I imagined on the road to longevity..."

"Longevity? You mean longevity?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Nicole May was in a bad mood. He stood up tremblingly, and asked in a hasty tone:

"Soup...is the purpose of the Dark Lord to live forever?"

"...I'm afraid so..."

Obviously, Dumbledore also noticed the problem, turned his head to look at the flustered Nicolas, nodded, and affirmed:

"...The Tom I know has always been full of unspeakable fear of death in his heart. He is a person with low self-esteem and a proud person. He has always been disgusted with matters beyond his control... ...and death is precisely the thing he can't control the most..."

"Then...then why didn't he come to snatch my Philosopher's Stone? You know, the Philosopher's Stone is much better than any Horcrux. With the Philosopher's Stone, the potion of longevity is not much trouble thing..."

"I do not know either!"

As Dumbledore said, he put the cutting-edge Secret of the Dark Arts and the Ravenclaw Crown on the table back into his pocket, shook his head, and said with the same puzzled expression: