curse the world at hogwarts

Rhine originally didn't want to say these things to an old man like Flamel.

Such people may see very clearly, but that is to things that already exist, not to things that are unknown or unpracticed.

Therefore, the result of this kind of seeing through is a kind of half-lying under the leadership of the boss.

How many years has it been since Grindelwald?

How many years has it been since Lord Voldemort?

As hurricanes descended and waves cleared, how much did the great alchemist famous in the Western world and the greatest white wizard of the [-]th century do?

Academically, they did find multiple uses for dragon blood.

But in a social sense, it's just a matter of tinkering and paddling the boat until it sinks!

In trying to change the world, they can't even go as far as Scamander, who graduated from Hogwarts and graduated from prenatal education.

This is not to say that Rhine is criticizing anyone. It is always easy but meaningless to ask others.

But he didn't want to place his hopes on the other party, which would only cause more trouble for himself.

Just like the topic that Flamel brought up now, it's not that Rhine has no idea about alchemy. Instead, he has been trying to find more powerful combat power for his Muggle companions.

Beyond Muggles, there is magic, which should be what alchemy with a profound foundation is best at.

But he only has one Morticia at hand, which is a potion science that has nothing to say, and other subjects that he only has a brief understanding of, and is still far away from achieving his goal.

Therefore, since Flamel mentioned it, Rhine certainly wanted to talk about it, but he didn't have much hope for the result.

Anyway, there's nothing to do before Maleficent wakes up, right?

Sure enough, even though Rhine's tone was thousands of times gentler than that of the old man who tried to completely connect magic with the Muggle world, Flamel still fell into silence.

"Not very convenient?" Rhine shrugged in anticipation, "Then forget it."

Because of Maleficent's accident, Rhine felt not only empty, but also vaguely anxious, and spoke with a sense of impatience.

This performance took on another meaning in Flamel's eyes.

Albus is right!

Although this child is still easy-going and kind at the moment, he is... too impatient.

If you are anxious, something will happen.

One step in vain is darkness.

How to do?

Flamel believes that this is his responsibility as an old-timer.

"You can tell me what you think..."

In order to stabilize Rhine, Flamel followed the other person's words and continued.

"Maybe you can make it worthwhile?"

Rhine, who was unable to see into Flamel's heart, was stunned on the spot. He looked at Flamey stupidly for a while, and then nodded blankly.

No matter what the other party was thinking, his core goal was achieved anyway——

As long as Flamel doesn't chase him away quickly, dragging Maleficent to success is a victory.

The old man and the young man with ulterior motives reached a "consensus" and started a weird cooperation with their own purposes.

According to Flamel's assumption, Rhine actually came to listen to the chanting.

He would obediently come to my door every day and pretend to discuss some alchemical knowledge with myself that would not take me ten or eight years to understand even the theoretical basis.

Then, follow him into the wonderful world of psychotherapy and listen to the old man like Newt did back then.

Finally, a brand new tool man is about to be born!

How wonderful?

But he didn't know that Newt Scamander, whom he and Old Boss Deng had kicked into the pit and filled with soil, was completely defeated by Rhine.

Rhine was not the kind of person Flamel was familiar with.

His ideas are more practical than practical, and more suicidal than seeking death.

It was early in the morning again, and Lemay and his wife were watching the morning news with great interest about stealing the neighbor's signal, when they saw a breaking news.

"...According to roadside news, a shocking robbery took place in District [-] in the early hours of this morning."

"The well-known dynamic community in the district suffered a heavy blow and lost a batch of smuggled arms."

"This station reminds citizens to pay attention to safety, and in order to track down the suspect as soon as possible, we will set up a special reward to pass..."

"pat-"

Flamel's wife, Madame Perenal, turned off the screen and expressed her opinion with an impatient look on her face.

Valley</span>“What’s so good about this kind of thing?”

"I've noticed that Muggles have been getting stupider lately."

If Rhine were here, he would definitely shout that the old woman is wise, powerful, and has unparalleled language. She is much better than a certain magician at Hogwarts!

Not long ago, the Western world created a new round of prosperity by relying on Big Brother's corruption. Wasn't it also embarking on an anti-intellectual path?

In 30 years they will pay the price.

In fact, Flamel really likes to read these Muggle social news, especially the fights in the parliament, the big bosses slandering each other, and the scandals...

But since the lady doesn't like it, what else can he say?

Flamel put down his knife and fork indifferently and started complaining in agreement with his wife.

"Yes!"

"Those who were robbed were stupid, and the one who robbed them was even stupider!"

"What Muggles hate the most is eating black people. They have been eaten up by these mysterious forces. What are they going to eat?"

"To dare to do such a thing in the Paris Region, this robber is simply stupid..."

"Uh?"

Flamel, who was raging about the "arms robber", suddenly got stuck.

At this time, he had already stood up from the dining table and wandered to the bed to look at the scenery outside.

Unexpectedly, he saw the man walking slowly in the alley outside at a glance.

Today's Rhine is different from the past. He is not wearing the wizard robes he is accustomed to wearing at all. Instead, he looks quite Muggle-like.

In other words, he is an expert at blending into the Muggle community and disappearing without a trace.

He wears a soft peaked cap on his head, a motorcycle leather jacket on his upper body, slim jeans on the bottom, large cowhide boots on his feet, and a half-man-long canvas bag slung over his shoulder.

how to say?

If there is another big Harley, it would be a replica of "A Streetcar Named Desire". At first glance, it looks like the ultimate fan of Marlon Brando.

This is Paris anyway, so retro attire is not inappropriate at all.

"Something's wrong..." Flamel's heart suddenly sank, "There's something very wrong with him."

When introducing Rhine, Dumbledore introduced Rhine's character and habits in detail. Although there were many detailed descriptions of his jumping thinking and crazy personality, he also revealed Rhine's dressing habits, which helped Flamel enter the world better. Role.

Doesn't it mean that he likes robes with mild colors and light weight?

Why did he suddenly become a different person just a few days after arriving in Paris?

Rhine understands this truth, and Flamel understands this truth even more, and his nerves immediately became slightly tense.

At this moment, he desperately hoped that Rhine just wanted to be lazy and planned to hang out in the colorful world outside, instead of coming to find him.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

With the knock on the door of "Tuk-tuk-tuk-", Rhine entered LeMay's house and greeted him friendly.

The next moment, he took off the canvas bag from his back and threw it on Flamel's workbench.

"Ding, bang, bang, clang, clang, clang --"

Flamel was immediately stunned by the thick sound of gold and iron, and an increasingly ominous inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Come on, come on, old man."

Rhine happily opened the drawstring of the canvas bag and revealed the contents.

"See if these can bring alchemical inspiration?"

But when Rhine looked back at Flamel, he saw that the old man was petrified on the spot as if he was stupid.

The whole house fell into silence.

All over Flamel's body, only his usually dim eyes had a sparkle that had never been revealed before, staring intently at the contents of the canvas bag——

District [-]?

Black eat black?

Arms robbery?

Stupid gangster?

He wanted to slap himself in the face.

I want you to read Muggle news that has nothing to do with you!