Azkaban students at Hogwarts

“Midas turning stones into gold, or immortality?”

Under the brilliant amethyst starry sky, a workbench appeared out of thin air, with a brass scale and dozens of colorless crystals placed on it.

Flamel, the alchemical creature, gently placed a copy of "The Sun, the Earth and the Moon - The Secret of the Body, Mind and Soul" in front of Roman.

Roman wisely had no choice.

Because he knew that no matter which option, he, a layman, could not deal with it.

Flamel, who had a magical heart, shrugged, feeling bored by Roman's lack of cooperation.

He raised his hand and moved the stars above his head.

The amethyst starry sky on the hemispherical roof began to flow rapidly. In the constant transformation of starlight, the thirteen "trees" on the ground also began to slowly light up.

Roman was surprised to find that thirteen talismans were floating on the thirteen "trees" corresponding to the Celtic tree calendar.

No doubt he knew none of them.

"The Druids believed that trees are the ancestors of human beings, and each tree has unique magical properties. They then recorded these mysterious properties in the secret shamanic alphabet. Each of the 13 tree moons corresponds to a type of tree and A shamanic letter.”

The alchemical creature Flamel paused here, turned around and said happily:

"But that's not the point of this lesson."

He continued to play with the amethyst starry sky, and the chaotic light and shadow disappeared in an instant. Roman saw many unfamiliar faces suddenly appearing around him.

Some of them looked serious, some looked happy, and some even looked crazy.

"A long time ago, in that era when wizards still had contact with Muggles..."

The originally amiable voice disappeared, and the voice of the alchemical creature Flamel became solemn and solemn the moment the figure appeared.

"Muggles understand alchemy simply as the transformation of base metals into precious metals, especially gold."

"But in fact, for a long time, the purpose of wizards studying alchemy was the panacea and the philosopher's stone." He said this, looking down at his body, "Of course, there are also artificial humans."

“But alchemy doesn’t stop there.”

Roman looked at the lights and shadows and understood that these people were all famous alchemist masters.

His chest felt heavy, a heavy feeling coming from the depths of the history of magic.

Then, he saw Dumbledore's figure glaring at him.

The next second, the light and shadow disappeared.

The stream of light paused momentarily.

"I hope you learn something real during this time."

This face, which was exactly the same as that of Nico Flamel, was serious and serious, without any trace of the previous kindness.

Roman paid the price for his underestimation.

When he learned that the monocle left by his father had been repaired in a mess by the alchemical creature Flamel, he was very suspicious of the other party's teaching level.

He originally thought that this class would be an arduous journey of self-study, but as the other party yelled at him angrily, he began to doubt his own mind.

“Is your brain filled with sulfur or sawdust!”

Flamel, the alchemical creature, slapped the silver powder out of Roman's hand and signaled him to destroy his "work".

Roman originally only needed to engrave a circuit of silver powder on a piece of colorless crystal to make it glow in the dark.

This should be considered the foundation of the basics in alchemy classes. If alchemy is really included in the class schedule of first-year students, Roman's work should -

It should be——

Ten points should be added to Azkaban?

But in the eyes of Flamel's creation, it was simply a piece of junk full of holes.

After Flamel created him, he never stopped learning for a day.

Over the years, he already knew how to cultivate a new alchemist from scratch; but he seemed to have forgotten that not everyone has a brain formed by alchemy.

Roman didn't say anything. He was gritting his teeth and trying desperately to understand and remember.

He now has a great opportunity, no less than Newton and Leibniz appearing at the same time in the high school mathematics examination room.

But the problem is - the two of them gave the answer to the entire paper in one minute in English and German mixed with Latin.

After an unknown amount of time, the alchemical creature Flamel looked at the nearly perfect luminous crystal in his hand, and finally pinched his nose and nodded.

"Let's take a break for a while." He pointed to the thick copy of "The Sun, Earth and Moon - The Secret of Body, Mind and Soul" on the table with a serious expression. "You have a week to read it."

Roman nodded without hesitation, even though it would probably take up all of his free time during the week.

"Now, let's change our minds."

Flamel, the alchemical creature, suddenly returned to the kind and kind old man.

"I don't like this, but I can't help it. Nico set all this up for me when he made me."

"Were you born to help Mr. Flamel train apprentices?" Roman asked tentatively.

"That's not entirely true. I was born to help him solve his 'trouble'." A trace of confusion flashed across his wrinkled face, "But now, he seems to be in bigger trouble."

"But -" Roman lowered his head and glanced. He knew that in the room at his feet, Flamel was studying Nagini's body like an emotionless Frankenstein.

"Why did he become like this?" Roman asked this question for the third time.

"time."

Flamel, the alchemical creature, said the answer he had heard three times without hesitation.

But now, this answer was not enough to stop Roman.

"But they have lived for more than 600 years. Have they always been like this before?"

"No, that should be within a few decades."

Roman was stunned for a moment by the other party's firm answer.

There have been too many major events in the wizarding world in the past few decades.

Two generations of Dark Lords appeared one after another, stirring up the puddle in the magical world.

Although there is a "slight" difference in style, they both left a lot of loopholes and messes. It can be said that Roman and his colleagues have seniors to thank.

"I wasn't born yet at that time, and Nico should still be in France." The alchemical creature Flamel said something uncertain, but his expression was solemn.

"Why would a Frenchman come to England to live in seclusion under such circumstances?" Roman felt that he was getting closer to the truth.

"Yes, yes, you are not the first person to ask this." He waved his hand as if to ward off some annoying flies, "Nico is originally French."

"Honorary alumnus of Beauxbatons." Roman continued and put the brass scale back in its place.

"Yes, he met Perenal there, and eventually married, and later funded the castle and grounds for the school; in return, Beauxbatons named the fountain on the grounds after the Flamel couple." Mention this , the alchemical creation Flamel is treasured by many families.

But this should be considered his family treasure.

"This is a very beautiful thing." Roman said sincerely without any compliment.

"Yes, but all good things have an end; and when you end too many good things, your life becomes boring." The alchemical creation Flamel said this, but felt that he was not Don't understand.

"That's what Nico said," he added.

"Nico said that since last year, he has begun to use his subconscious to control his expression. He doesn't know what expression to show, and he just interacts with people based on the habits of the past hundreds of years."

"He closed off his feelings out of fear?" Roman suddenly raised his head and stared directly at the alchemy creation Flamel.

"Fear?" The other person seemed to be amused. "How could it be out of fear? Don't put young people's thoughts on an old man."

Nor should the thought of an alchemical substance be imposed on a living person.

Roman thought of this sentence with some rudeness, and then carefully recalled what Flamel said——

"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."

Under what circumstances would a wizard's soul and body separate?

I'm afraid Professor Binns has personal experience with this issue.

And under what circumstances would a wizard lose the ability to express emotions?

I'm afraid Voldemort has some say in this matter.

600 years have passed. Why did the Flamel couple, who had long been accustomed to wandering in the long river of time, suddenly change their mentality?

Were they so devastated by time that they had to take the initiative to pursue absolute reason in exchange for inner peace? Or did they glimpse the true smile and ferocity of death in time?

What happened in the past few decades?

Why would Flamel lock himself and his wife in this cabin?

If Flamel still has something to rely on, where does Madame Flamel's trust lie?

Do you stare at the starry sky faked by amethyst all day long?

But Flamel, the alchemical creature, no longer wanted to give him a chance to think wildly.

"Now, please continue."

He put on a serious face and became the meticulous mentor again.

Even with all the help, Roman still had to calm down and study with the alchemical creature Flamel.

According to this progress, it might really take him a year to learn the complicated patterns on the door.

Compared with the silence in Flamel's cabin, the silence in Umbridge's office seemed unsettling.

In the pink room, Umbridge was wearing a pink sweater, grinning like a toad, and reading the newspaper headlines she had just prepared.

In the corner to the side, a slightly bald man was holding the latest version of "The Rise and Fall of Dark Arts", anxiously waiting for Minister Fudge to summon him.

He didn't know why the ministry was in such a hurry to reprint the book "The Rise and Fall of Dark Arts" and added some horrific and sensational events in the past decade to the introduction to black magic.

In order not to cause trouble in the ministry, he read these incidents repeatedly and even used some personal connections to investigate.

It wasn't until he discovered that these events seemed to be connected together by an invisible hand, drawing a vague character; that he stopped the investigation in a cold sweat.

At this moment, in the office of the Minister of Magic, Fudge, who had already taken office, was staring at Lucius Malfoy with a bitter look on his face.

"The people you brought in have no control over the new lines."

"That's impossible." Mr. Malfoy shook his head, his platinum hair swaying smoothly.

"You just don't know where I got the people. You should trust them."

He looked at Fudge, and a suspicion arose deep in his heart. Can they really count on this "nonsense" minister?

Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face, then threw the letter from the International Federation of Wizards in front of Lucius.

"This is the fourth seal this month. They almost suspected that I would end the game myself."

Lucius took the letter and glanced at it roughly, his face instantly turned livid.

Fudge was still chattering:

"Some of the people you found are getting more and more swollen and have even gone out of control. Scrimgeour came to me yesterday and said that he was so busy that he wanted to break his leg again."