Azkaban students at Hogwarts

Roman felt like he was struck by lightning, and his head instantly became a mess.

"W-what's going on?"

"I know, I know." Flamel, the alchemical creature, comforted Roman softly, "Please don't worry about it."

"I'm like a moving portrait. There's nothing strange about it."

The alchemical creature Flamel took him along the stairs again and climbed to the second floor.

It was still the door full of stars, but this time there were thirteen plants arranged in a ring under the starry sky made of amethyst.

"Birch, rowan, ash, alder, willow, hawthorn, oak, holly, hazel, grapevine, ivy, reed, elder."

For every word Flamel spoke, a corresponding plant lit up in the starlight.

"What is this place?" Roman walked around the house and found that the previous opening of Madame Flamel's bedroom had disappeared.

Flamel didn't respond. Instead, he led him to one of the vines and pointed to the soil at its roots.

"dig."

Roman waved his wand in a daze, and the soil slowly rose, revealing something shiny.

"In fact, people are the same as trees. The more they yearn for the sunshine at high places, the more their roots will stretch into the dark underground."

Roman looked at him, not understanding what he was going to say.

"One must love something."

He continued, but looking at Roman's puzzled eyes, he was a little confused himself - when Nico Flamel taught him these things, he felt that it made sense.

"Just like the love of plants and trees for time?" Roman had completely believed that Nico Flamel opposite him was an alchemical creation.

"This sentence is a good one." Alchemy Creation Flamel muttered, "But Nico said that you need to teach them some principles when dealing with young wizards."

"You're right, a little wizard needs a lot of knowledge to grow up." Roman said with an ugly smile, "So what exactly is this place?"

"My room is on the second floor of Nico Flamel's house." Flamel, the alchemical creature, shrugged, and his old face flashed with agility that belied his age.

He picked up something shiny on the ground. It was a beautiful monocle.

"The frames and chains made of fairy silver have a lot of magic attached to them. The most valuable thing is that you don't need to get stuck in your eye sockets or wear a nose pin in annoyance; you just need to lift it gently and it will fall into place naturally. It sticks to the skin."

"Put it on." Flamel raised his hand. "It took me a lot of time to... um... fix it."

"Put it on, it belonged to Abner." Flamel's own voice sounded from behind them. "It's a pity that I should have repaired it myself."

His expression seemed to regain some animation, but was extremely tired.

Roman put on the monocle, and everything in the room began to change faintly, and his perception seemed to become sharper.

Flamel looked at Roman's appearance and shook his head.

These sophisticated glasses have lost most of their functions after being carefully repaired by Alchemist Flamel, but their basic functions of guidance and detection and early warning are still there.

He turned around and went downstairs, while Alchemy Flamel stood quietly.

"Excuse me, what is going on?" Roman didn't hesitate and chased after him with his monocle in hand.

He felt that the Flamel couple must have entered some kind of desperate state.

Otherwise, why would a [-]-year-old man who was able to participate in the wave of the times a few decades ago suddenly pursue the great adventure of death?

"The price of playing with time is to be played with by time." Flamel tiredly signaled Roman not to ask further questions.

They finally arrived on the first floor, and Roman spoke nervously:

"Then can I go out?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid not." Flamel shook his head, "I'm afraid no one can open the door now."

"But why?" Roman asked puzzledly, "Why did you lock yourself at home?"

"It's my fault, we can't move around in the world anymore." Flamel sighed and sat on the sofa, "It's just that I didn't expect that I would collapse so quickly, causing you to be trapped here."

"Crash?" Roman repeated the word.

"Time is destroying our minds, and we can hardly bear it anymore." Flamel's face was pale, and he spoke words quickly like a tongue twister.

"I can feel that my soul and body are separating, and I am losing the ability to express my feelings. I am becoming more and more like an alchemical creature that can only receive instructions. Just now, I saw things that I couldn't understand, almost all of them. In an instant, he became an emotionless machine."

Flamel glanced sadly at Madam's bedroom, "That's why she would rather sleep all day long, or look at the starry sky I created for her in bed."

"In order to prevent me from running out of the house in that state; I ordered this house to lock all the passages after I fell into this state, so that even I could not open it."

"There are only some windows that can be opened, but they only allow fresh air in. But don't worry, the other Flamel will teach you how to open the door, you just need a moment."

After he said these words, his expression seemed a little stiff.

"But, I don't have enough time." Roman said seriously.

"I know, I know, Dumbledore told me. That...you can use it as you like first." Flamel pointed at the red crystal in the cabinet, as if it was a piece of cheap glass.

"Is this...the Philosopher's Stone?" Roman's voice was trembling.

"Yes." Flamel waved his wand, and the Philosopher's Stone fell into Roman's arms like a quaffle.

"Now, tell me what happened to Nagini?" Flamel began to ask again.

Roman began to speak selectively, but Flamel pressed for every detail, even what happened after Nagini lost his fighting ability.

"Child, I don't have much time; don't hide it, and don't worry." The expression on his face became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to have become a cold machine again.

Roman looked at the magic stone in his hand.

Not only out of repayment for Flamel's trust, but also out of his own doubts, Roman decided to tell the truth.

And when Roman talked about using the Death Curse to attack himself to hurt Voldemort, Flamel interrupted him:

"Wait, your death curse won't hurt yourself?"

Flamel looked at Roman's stunned expression and began to explain what he meant.

"I know that most people's death curses can't hurt themselves. But that's because they don't hate themselves that much, so the curse can't be formed at all; there may be some nosebleeds and dizziness. , but it will be fine in the end.”

Flamel paused for a moment, then said with great effort: "And a formed life-killing curse cannot be resisted."

"But -" Roman fell into some memories, "I have seen some powerful magical creatures that can resist spells with their fur."

"Of course, of course." Flamel explained quickly, as if one second later, he would fall into the state of a research madman again.

"That's because the fur of those magical creatures is like armor. Have you ever seen the death curse explode on trees or the floor?"

"The human body is too fragile, and the Death Curse will directly penetrate this thin layer of defense."

Roman frowned.

Even with the instigation of the Fortune Elixir, his operation made him quite scared; now that he thought about it, this reckless behavior was probably really due to the Horcrux.

Flamel nodded and stood up again, "Very good, I think I have a new idea."

Nico Flamel just left without any explanation.

The alchemist Flamel came down from the stairs briskly and stood in front of him with blinking eyes: "My child, although you have some difficulties, you can learn some things to deal with this son of a bitch in life."

Roman sighed helplessly: "I don't expect life to go smoothly, but I hope that when I encounter difficulties in life, I can be its opponent."