hogwarts shady

"Nicole Flamel?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

Speaking of Nico Flamel, he thought of the Philosopher's Stone, and when speaking of the Philosopher's Stone, he thought of Voldemort.

He shook his head to drive these messy associations out of his mind.

"You don't believe it?" Gwendelin was dissatisfied. She proudly took out a pendant from her collar with the word "N·F" engraved on the back.

Ryan looked carefully and found nothing special.

"If you don't know the goods, this is Mr. Flamel's alchemy work, and it is also a symbol of me as a disciple." The little girl stuffed the pendant back, "This is a protective item that can reflect most spells."

Ryan was even more grateful that he wisely chose physical termination, otherwise, he would have been the one lying on the ground before.

This also made him generally believe what Gwendelin said.

Because he noticed that Catherine used the word "pharmacy" before, which was obviously an older term.Modern potion science is a branch of pharmacy that was born out of classical alchemy.

Maybe Gwendelin was used to saying the word "pharmacy" at home, so Catherine subconsciously said it.

However, he was more interested in how an old alchemist who had lived for more than 600 years could accept a mixed-blood Veela as his apprentice.

What's the hidden secret?

"Why would Mr. Flamel accept you as his apprentice?"

"Of course it's because I'm very talented," Gwendolyn said. "The Potions teacher at Beauxbatons said the same."

"Can you introduce Mr. Flamel to me?" Ryan asked. He still wanted to make friends with this old monster who had lived for centuries.

Of course it would be better to find out the formula of the Philosopher's Stone, lest you lose the way to obtain the Philosopher's Stone after the one in Hogwarts is destroyed.

Gwendelin was a little uneasy and embarrassed. She wrung her hands and her eyes drifted:

"I don't know where Master lives..."

Ryan smiled meaningfully: "Oh——"

"What do you want! I can see a big shot like him at any time." Gwendelin frowned, "I am very lucky to be able to get his guidance once or twice."

"You can't get in touch with him?"

"I don't have any big problems that I can't solve. Why do I need to trouble Mr. Flamel?" When the little girl said this, she shook her head proudly and said with admiration, "Mr. Flamel thought and studied. It must be a very profound question.”

He might be hiding in a safe house somewhere right now, thinking about what to have for dinner.Ryan complained in his mind.

However, Ryan still heard the hidden meaning in the girl's words. She did have a way to contact Nico Flamel.

But Ryan did not intend to ask Gwendelin to use this method to help him contact Flamel.Obviously, this method was reserved by Flamel for the girl's emergency use, and it may even be a back-up method for her to save her life.

Anyway, Dumbledore also knew Nico Flamel, and Ryan had plenty of ways to contact him, so there was no need to covet a little girl's access.

Ryan changed the subject: "What potion are you researching?"

These words immediately made Gwendelin full of energy, and it seemed that talking about potions was her best pick-me-up.

"This is quite important research! We...well, I mean that commission. Now we need a powerful healing potion. The formula and materials are ready, but something happened and the most important material is gone. I’m looking into alternatives.”

She jumped off the chair excitedly, opened the drawer and rummaged around——

A jar of beetle eyes, a box of dried caterpillars, a few handfuls of wilted herbs, and a large number of empty bottles with the color of the medicine remaining.

She stuffed all these things towards the edge of the drawer, then took out a large crucible and several heating devices from deeper, and stuffed them to the other side again.

Then she took out a wooden box from the innermost corner, filled with various crystal bottles.

The drawers and boxes must have been under the Invisible Stretching Charm, Ryan was ashamed.

“This bottle is the blood of Australian Protein Eye…

"This bottle is from China Fireball...

"Welsh Green Dragon, this has no effect, what it produces is poison...

"Spineback, Ironbelly, I still need several types of dragon blood..."

She closed the box, pushed it back to the innermost part of the drawer, and covered it with the sundries from before.

"Where did you get so much..." Ryan was speechless. These dragon blood are not cheap.

Gwendelin showed a charming smile and did not answer, but the meaning could not be more obvious.

Ryan sighed, little loli, you are very brave.

Madam, take care of your daughter, she has already learned to use her beauty to cheat money at a young age!

"Don't tell anyone!" Gwendelin bared her teeth, "Anyway, the origin of these things is irregular. It would be better for me to be bought by a dark wizard."

She forced the topic back to potions: "I tried all kinds of dragon blood. Although they are all materials with strong vitality, the side effects are too great, and the experimental results are very bad... So I thought of using other magical medicines. Animal blood.”

Ryan was suddenly frightened. He remembered the bottle containing the blue potion before and asked, "What materials did you use?"

Gwendelin shook her fingers mysteriously, rummaged in her small purse for a while, and took out a bottle with a dark red liquid in it. She took a look at it, stuffed it back in a panic, and groped around in a hurry. After a while, he took out another bottle.

But her movement was a bit big this time, and a square object fell to the ground with a clang as she moved.

It was a rectangular bronze token with the Roman numeral "XLVII" engraved on the top and a relief of a precision instrument below.

Ryan recognized what it was. He had seen it in the astronomy classroom. It was an astronomical measuring instrument called a "sextant."

Gwendolyn pretended not to care and stepped on the token, kicking it into the gap under the table to prevent Ryan from continuing to observe. She continued the topic and shook the bottle containing bright silver blood in her hand.

"Do you know what this is?" She suddenly flashed her big eyes, her emerald green eyes unable to hide her pride.

Ryan only felt that this kind of blood looked very familiar, but he had not been exposed to much material in Potions class, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it in books.

Gwendelin looked at Ryan with a smile for a while, then stopped pretending: "This is the blood of a unicorn. I am really a genius. This is a very powerful potion material, and the effect is very good."

Ryan moved his fingers, and he suddenly felt that he hadn't played enough fun just now.

"I remember that the blood of unicorns is cursed, right?" The corners of Ryan's mouth twitched, and a layer of white sweat formed on his back.

"Really? What does it have to do with it?" Gwendelin seemed not to be aware of her problem at all, "It's a medicine that is three parts poison. If you can cure the disease and save your life, what does it matter if you get a curse? The worst thing is to find a way to remove it later. Just curse."

Typical of Voldemort's thinking, Ryan sighed. Moreover, he was a completely healthy person after being fed medicine.

He raised his eyebrows and showed a simple smile that frightened Gwendolin.

"Lady Catherine——"