hogwarts shady

"I don't have much contact with the members of the Priory." Ryan said, "I have only met a few people. After all, they are all little wizards similar to me. So far, I have not discovered the Priory. Will there be any big moves?"

Dumbledore listened quietly.

"Usually when we talk, we just exchange the information we know." Ryan continued, "When members need help, they do what they can with each other. For example, some time ago, I went to help them. The ritual magic of life-extending potions.”

He quickly added: "This was recommended by Ms. Ravenclaw. She thought it was necessary to accumulate some experience in ritual magic."

Dumbledore nodded and said nothing.

Ryan secretly glanced at the expression of the old principal before continuing: "Although I don't know much about the organization of the Priory, from my experience so far, I feel that they...may be just a large-scale private academic gathering. ?”

Dumbledore laughed: "If it's just an academic gathering, that would be great. However, I believe you are a child with a conscience, Ryan. If they want to do something bad, I hope you can too. Stop them in time.”

Ryan sighed. That was an organization. As a young boy who had just joined the organization, what ability could he have to stop them?

Lao Deng's intention was laid out almost nakedly - if there is any abnormality in the monastery, report it to me.

Ryan couldn't help but show a helpless smile. The Priory hoped to obtain some information inside Hogwarts through him, while Dumbledore regarded himself as a gold medal spy who had infiltrated the secret organization.

He suddenly felt that his hair was shiny.

"No problem, Professor." Ryan had to answer obediently.

Dumbledore stood up and said, "We can go."

He held out his hand for Ryan to take his arm, and then Fawkes spread his wings and flew onto Dumbledore's shoulders.

Golden-red flames covered Ryan's vision, and with a familiar spin, the two figures disappeared from the principal's office.

After the flames dispersed, Ryan found himself in a warm cabin.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and Nico Flamel was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a thick woolen blanket.

"Good morning, Albus," Nico Flamel greeted. "And good morning to you, little one."

"Good morning, Mr. Flamel." Ryan returned the greeting.

He glanced outside the window. Not far away was the commercial street of Hogsmeade Village.

There are still some shops on the street with Christmas decorations, and even the Christmas trees on the street have not been removed.

Dumbledore sat on the sofa opposite Nico Flamel. He smiled and asked, "Nico, how are you feeling?"

"The phenology in England is really bad." Nico Flamel coughed, "But it's not bad. I can still hold on for a while. I also brought some elixir with me."

"I have persuaded you." Dumbledore said, "Your body can no longer withstand too much torture."

"Oh, Albus, you have to be considerate of the elderly." Nico Flamel said, "You can't ask me with a young man like you. Besides, the elderly should move more."

"Mr. Flamel, are you feeling unwell?" Lane asked.

"Nothing, this is also the price of immortality." Nico Flamel pointed to the empty sofa, "You sit. Although immortality can continue my life, it cannot resist the decay of the body."

He stretched out his thin arms and said, "Don't look at me like this. My old bones won't be able to bear the slightest bump."

Dumbledore said: "After all, the long time is not something that human beings can resist. However, Nico, you can use alchemy to make yourself stronger."

"I'm not like that old madman." Nico Flamel snorted. "I still want to go to the grave as a complete person."

"Old madman?" Ryan asked curiously.

Dumbledore spoke: "Nico's friend, he is the nominal leader of the 'Alchemy Society of Life'..."

"Okay, let's not talk about these things." Nico Flamel interrupted Dumbledore, "Let's talk about business. You still have a mess to deal with! I'll be here at most. Stay here for a month."

"Are you going back, Mr. Flamel?" Lane asked.

"My wife is still in France." Nico Flamel laughed. "I have been out long enough this time."

Ryan was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should ask about the magic stone now. After all, it involved the inheritance of a top alchemist.

"Do you have something you want to tell me?" Nico Flamel chuckled, "It doesn't matter, I'm always tolerant of young people, you don't have to worry about what Albus thinks, just say it boldly."

"Actually, Mr. Flamel, I'm interested in how to make a magic stone," Lane said.

"Ah ha, normal people will be interested in the supreme work of alchemy." Nico Flamel laughed, "However, making a magic stone is not an easy matter."

"Can I ask a little bit about how it's made?" Ryan asked.

"There is more than one way to make the Philosopher's Stone. I learned it from the Book of Abraham." Nico Flamel said, "And there is more than one alchemist who owns the Philosopher's Stone. They must also have a unique inheritance. "

The old alchemist laughed: "Of course I can't tell you the refining method of the magic stone directly, but if you are willing to become my teacher, let alone the formula of the magic stone, all my achievements can be Let you learn.”

Dumbledore coughed slightly: "Nico, I'm still here!"

"I know you are here." Nico Flamel said, "But no one stipulates that Ryan can't learn alchemy from me. We have to respect the young people's choices! Ryan, what do you think? If you are willing, I can let you transfer to Beauxbatons to study, there are many more girls here than at Hogwarts."

Ryan was immediately shaken.

"The principal of Hogwarts is still here." Dumbledore's tone was very serious, "Nico, even you can't take away any student from Hogwarts at will!"

The old principal's sharp gaze swept over Ryan's head.

Ryan's scalp felt numb, and he immediately sat down obediently and shook his head: "I think it's better to forget it for now, Mr. Flamel. After all, I'm still learning alchemy with Ravenclaw."

"Albus, this is your fault." Nico Flamel looked at Dumbledore's expression becoming more and more ugly, and then sighed, "Okay, okay! I won't compete with you for students. , look at your stingy look."

"This is something a headmaster should worry about." Dumbledore's expression softened.

He suddenly discovered that once Nico's hoe started swinging, the corner of his wall might really be gouged away.

Today's elderly people are really ungrateful.