The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

"I don't understand what you mean, Mr. Flamel..."

Ricardo thought carefully about the meaning of this piece of paper, and decided to ask.

Is this advertising paper... very helpful to his future?

"Think about it, what is written in it?" Nico Flamel asked coaxingly, "What is its point?"

"How to cast a spell quickly?" Ricardo guessed.

"Think about it again," Nicol Flamel shook his head, "This is not the point of the advertisement. Or we can think about, who is the group of people this advertisement is targeting?"

Target group?Ricardo looked at the paper again and chanted a spell quickly... Introduction to magic... Can't keep up with the pace of the modern magic world...

"Introduction to magic!"

Ricardo finally grasped the key point: "Introduction to magic! If you are a normal adult wizard, why do you need an introductory course? If you are a wizard with intellectual problems, how can you sign up for this course? So... the content of the tutorial is for those who A relatively bad wizard... no, a wizard with very low magic power, probably a squib, right?"

In Ricardo's view - note, this is only Ricardo's perception - with the understanding of an adult wizard, it should be more than enough to learn ordinary magic by yourself, and there is no need for help from others to get started - at least, if a school is run for this purpose It's hard for people to have food to eat. Which adult has nothing to do to go to junior high school?

Then, those who need it should have problems with their magic power. Most likely, they are wizards whose magic power is too low, or who cannot cast their magic power.

"But...does this have anything to do with what you're about to say?"

Nico Flamel seemed to have expected it, and nodded: "You must be so... wrong. After all, your starting point is a bit high."

Ricardo thought for a while, and indeed, in this life, he was mentally mature, studied hard, had strong mental power, and his talent was first-rate, so his starting point was a bit high.

"But isn't that a good thing, Mr. Flamel?" Ricardo asked, "I got started with magic faster, so there shouldn't be anything wrong, right?"

"But in fact, your initial understanding of magic has also disappeared," Nico Flamel said softly. "It is difficult for you to linger on the moment of understanding magic when you learn magic, because there are more tasks to do next. There is more magic to learn, and more actual combat to be fought. Those feelings between learning magic and the process of communicating with nature have been ignored by you."

"What is that?" Ricardo's mind raced, thinking about what Nico Flamel meant.

"It's a process of connecting with nature, a moment of realizing the magic charm; it's a bit like you tidying up housework day after day. You are very tired, but at a certain moment you feel the correct way to do it, and then you I have a new understanding and feeling about the word "organizing".

"Do you still remember what I said when I met you?" Nico Flamel said again, "Actually, I have paid attention to you for a long time. I gave you the alchemy camera. The moment I said these words, you Are you wondering, after paying attention to you so early, why did you let the purebloods bully you and join forces not to give you any position?"

"Not at all. I have to dismantle you on this point," Ricardo spread his hands and said frankly, "I am lucky, but I will lose my life. You are not my nanny. I have never thought about it."

"Is that so? It seems that I have underestimated you," LeMay said with a smile, "Actually, if you haven't in the end..."

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(I haven’t decided what to say yet, so I’m just imagining foreshadowing. Sorry, I’m going to finish writing this day. There was another argument at the breakfast table at No. [-] Privet Drive. Early in the morning, Mr. Vernon Dursley was taken over by him. Nephew Harry was awakened by a loud and strange scream in his house.

"That's the third time this week!" he growled across the table. "If you can't control that owl, let it go!"

Harry tried to explain again. "It's so bored. It's used to flying outside. If I could let it out at night..."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" shouted Uncle Vernon, a streak of fried egg dangling from his thick beard. "I know what happens when you let an owl out." He and his wife, Penny, exchanged dark glances.

Harry wanted to retort, but his words were drowned out by a long, loud burp from his cousin Dudley.

"I also want some bacon."

"There's plenty in the frying pan, honey," Aunt Petunia said, looking at her big son with tears in her eyes. "We're going to have to fatten you up as fast as we can... School meals make me feel uncomfortable..."

"Nonsense, I was never hungry when I was at Smelting," said Uncle Vernon hotly. "Dudley was well fed, wasn't he, son?"

Dudley was so fat that the flesh on his butt was hanging off the sides of the seat.He grinned, turned to Harry and said, "Pass the frying pan."

"You forgot the spell," Harry said angrily.

Such a simple statement has an incredible impact on others in the family.Dudley gasped and fell off the mattress, shaking the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley screamed and quickly covered her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped up, veins on his temples exposed.

"I meant 'please'!" Harry said quickly, "I didn't mean -"

"Didn't I tell you," my uncle scolded angrily, spittle splashing on the table, "You are not allowed to say those words in our house!"

"but I--"

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"Eh? You actually..." Nico? 6? 1 suddenly stared into Ricardo's eyes, and then quickly looked away, "Is this... well, those details you don't want to tell me... too Don’t tell anyone else. Is that okay?”

Ricardo was shocked: "What...details?"

"Judging from your breath, you have already entered that place," Nicolés Flamel sighed, half sighing, "It's really amazing. I have only been teaching you for so long, and yet you are firing like that." An ancient magic node... You are becoming more and more mysterious, Ricardo."

"I..." Ricardo hesitated, whether to ask Nico?6?1 Flamel's ins and outs.

He seemed to be talking about... a secret room?

He seems familiar there?

Then...how is this possible?

"Don't worry, I don't want to know, no matter if there is something I don't know, or for whatever reason you don't say it," Nicolés Flamel stood up and continued, "You have the path you are going to take, So I don’t ask.”

"Well, I understand..." Right?

Ricardo stood up and scratched his head.

"Help! Ricardo!"

Mrs. Flamel's "strong" voice came from the kitchen. Ricardo walked into the kitchen while thinking about what happened.

Watching his back walking into the kitchen, Nico Flamel sighed softly, and then he flicked the white advertising paper.

In an instant, the ink marks on the white paper were messily mixed together, and they quickly formed a picture.

The pictures change rapidly, but they are like doodles like stick figures.

When it finally stopped, all the simple drawings suddenly appeared, sketching out a set of strange patterns.

The outer edge of the pattern is a moat-like circular river, with waves inward, and various weapons floating and sinking in it. It is faintly visible that there are three kinds of creatures at the bottom swimming against the current.

There is a spine-like wand in the center of the pattern. At all the "joints", a grinning skull can be vaguely seen. The central node stretches out a pair of bone wings and a pair of bone claws, as if to drag the observer into the abyss. .

There is another circle around the wand, and outside the circle is a triangle, which is the main internal frame. Near the frame, countless tree roots spread, entwining the frame and intertwining with each other.

From a distance, the inside looks like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil - while the outside is a container that traps the "eye".

When the final pattern was just formed, the white paper emitted a silver-blue light. However, the silver-blue light floated from the paper. Then, the silver-blue pattern light flew somewhere, and the white paper returned to matt again.

——The direction of the silver-blue pattern is the kitchen.

"Goodbye," Nicolas Flamel said softly, looking at the painting.

He walked tremblingly to the fireplace, raised his right hand, and watched the white paper slowly turn into ashes in the fireplace.