Soaring at Hogwarts

On the morning of the year-end party, Ian finally stepped on the line and handed the manuscript to Gilani.

After reading it carefully, Gilani nodded with satisfaction.

"Jilani...I have a question."

"Go ahead."

Ian said slowly: "That day, after the Quidditch match, I went to the Gryffindor lounge..."

"uh-huh."

"Their prefect's name is Percy, and he is a top student..."

"so?"

"He said," Ian looked at Gilani, "he said the alchemy professor he inquired about was not named Gilani."

Gilani had a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and motioned for Ian to continue.

"so?"

"I've always been curious. 'Jilani' is obviously the surname there. But you don't look like a Middle Easterner.

You disdain precious gold, but the wandguard is made of gold.

You have an extraordinary relationship with Professor Dumbledore. He trusted you very much and gave you the Philosopher's Stone powder - by the way, was it really from Dumbledore?

You have studied the Philosopher's Stone very deeply and know how to use it to create gold.Even the steps for refining the magic stone are clear.

When you took the defense class, I also discovered that you also have a profound knowledge of history. "

Whenever Ian expressed a doubt, Gilani nodded and encouraged him to continue.

"Especially last time, you seemed to be planning to tell me the truth? You told me a lot of useful information.

I don’t know much about Quidditch, so I went back and read some books and found out that Snidgets were declared a protected species in the mid-[-]th century, but you said that Snidgets were still used in games when you were a kid.

The Marriage of Figaro is a play written by Frenchman Beaumarchais and premiered at the Théâtre Française in Paris in 1784.Professor Dumbledore also told me that you once supported the French Quidditch team. "

"So?" Gilani looked happy.

"I read a book called 'The Testament of Nicholas', which was my alchemical enlightenment..."

Gilani puffed out her chest proudly.

"...There is a portrait of the alchemist Nico on it. Well, he is not tall, probably about the same as you. It also says that he has a wife who will grow old together..."

"So, Gilani, you are Professor Nico Flamel?"

"Not bad, not bad." Gilani leaned back on the chair, and his face changed into what Ian had seen in the book. He was full of beard and had bright eyes. "I still think, if you haven't guessed yet, Come out, how can I remind you again?"

"Why did you come to Hogwarts?" Ian wondered, "Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere?"

"This is a long story." Nico recalled, "Panelle and I were staying comfortably in the countryside. One day, Dumbledore's owl brought me a chocolate frog that was jumping around.

There's nothing surprising about this, he always likes tinkering with these things, but what surprised me was that he said it was made by a teenage wizard. "

He looked at Ian and said: "I knew at that time that I wanted to meet this little wizard.

A few years later, the child named Ian was finally going to school.

I prepared enough potions and brought this old body to Hogwarts. What do you think I'm going to do? "

"You want to... examine me?" Ian's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, I want to see for myself what kind of person this talented little wizard is."

Ian blinked and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'm very satisfied." Nico said with a smile, "I watched you learn alchemy, I watched you greet the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest, and I watched you fight Quirrell. It was better than I imagined."

"I once gave my nephew the secrets of alchemy and the powder of the Philosopher's Stone, but he didn't appreciate it and was eventually thrown into prison.

Since then, I have kept the secret of this magic stone secret, but because of it, I have something that I can't let go of.

Now, I think the last thing I need to do will be done soon. "

"So," Nico sat up straighter, "do you remember the question you asked me before Christmas?"

"Um...what do you want for Christmas?"

"Yes," Nico nodded, "I lack nothing—except a disciple, a disciple who can pass on the art of alchemy.

Ian, would you? "

"I said that day that as long as I can do it, I will do it," Ian lowered his head and said respectfully, "Not to mention this honor, sir."

Ian did not attend the end-of-year banquet this school year.

He stayed in the alchemy classroom all day, and Nico demonstrated the key steps of refining the magic stone - the steps that he had not yet completed - in full.

Finally, Nico gave Ian a letter and a bottle containing potion.

"This is?"

"Invitation to the International Alchemy Congress," Nico said, "Go up and have a chat."

"What are you talking about? I haven't refined the magic stone yet?"

"Do you think every alchemist has refined the Philosopher's Stone?" Nico laughed, "You can talk about your 'inner fire', and maybe you can win a prize."

"...Okay." Ian looked at the letter intently, "In Cairo?"

"Yes, Dumbledore also attended. But he was older than you when he went." Gilani motioned to Ian to look at the bottle of potion, "You are too young now, this potion can make you It looks like when I was about seventeen or eighteen years old.

In this case, you still have to give a pseudonym. Do you want my help? "

"Well, I have a great idea, Ian," Ian spelled out the word, "Aeon, how about it?

"Fantastic."

"By the way, will you go, sir?"

"Of course, how could I miss it."

………………I am not a saint, I learned it through learning.Therefore, when I seek the Tao, I will uphold everything...

"So we're going to Egypt this holiday?" On the train, Samantha read the letter and passed it on. "Sounds good."

"The ancient Egyptian magic recorded in the book is very magical. I really want to go." Hermione said with fascination.

"You can let Bill be your tour guide." Ron suggested.

Bill worked as a Cursebreaker at Gringotts there.

As for Harry, he was even more envious.After he returned to the Dursleys' house, it was conceivable that he had to say goodbye to magic.

"I'll send you gifts," Ian said. "I wonder what good things Egypt has."

Arriving at platform 9?0?6, Ian and Samantha walked across the platform side by side. Haydn and Cloris were waiting outside. As always, next to them were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"Welcome home, boys."

The family laughed and hugged each other.

Ron and the others followed, and Ginny caught sight of Harry, screamed, and then shyly hid behind Mrs. Weasley.

The Dursleys stood not far away, Vernon Dursley's impatience clearly evident on his face.

Occasionally he glanced at the Heseltines, obviously confused as to why such a respectable family should be involved in such strange things.

"You two must come to our house this summer vacation," Ron said goodbye to Harry and Hermione. "Ian and the others come every year - I will send an owl to invite you."

The first year of life at Hogwarts is over.