Azkaban students at Hogwarts

On this night when Colt was preparing to trick Lockhart, some people in the Pyrenees Mountains in southern France were also unable to sleep.

This is where Beauxbatons is located, a majestic manor that takes visitors' breath away, surrounded by magical vast lawns and mountain views.

Easter is approaching, but students are in no mood to enjoy this short holiday.

The seventh-grade students are busy looking for jobs after graduation, and the sixth-grade students are very busy with the OWL exam; other grades are also about to have their final exams - which makes most students seem to be in a hurry.

Only junior students can take the time to sit by the huge fountain on campus for a short while and explore the legendary fountain's restoration and beautification functions.

The impressive castle and grounds of this ancient school of magic were partly funded by the alchemists Nicolas and Perenal Flamel; hence the fountain is named after them.

But the younger students soon left when Madame Maxime, the principal, appeared before them.

"Madame Maxime."

They stood up, faced the tall principal, and greeted him respectfully.

Compared to Hogwarts, Beauxbatons has many more rules. You would never expect to see someone singing the school song with a funeral march here.

Mrs. Maxim nodded gracefully, indicating that the students could leave.

Her hair was combed back, and she was wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe, with many luxurious opal ornaments; as for her face, it was olive-colored, and her watery eyes were dark and large, staring intently at the moment. with the Beauxbatons coat of arms on the fountain.

They were two golden crossed wands.Three stars sprouted from each wand.

She looked around and saw no one around, took out her wand and pointed it at the fountain, "Separate left and right."

The water in the fountain parted.

To be precise, the water-spraying device separated, revealing a large black hole under Beauxbatons' coat of arms.

Maxim walked through the water abruptly, his boat-like boots stepping into the water without making a splash.

Soon the fountain was a fountain again.

"Dumbledore asked me about you."

Inside the fountain, in darkness, Madame Maxime put her palms as big as cattail leaves together and twisted her ten slender fingers restlessly.

"I'm sorry, I haven't visited Devon for a while." Nico Flamel's voice sounded in the dark cave.

Then several rays of light hit Maxim's head, but her tall stature still blocked a large shadow in the small space.

A portrait of Nico Flamel hung on the wall directly in front of her.

The person inside looks much younger than Nico Flamel in real life, only 350 years old at most.

"Dumbledore should know that he has more contact with Nico than we do." The old man in the portrait blinked, calm and calm, "Tell me, Olim. There must be something else. Otherwise you won't Came here like this."

"There is a young man with you. He..." Mrs. Maxim hesitated.

"Olim, I'm just a portrait. Strictly speaking, we have become different."

The man in the portrait shook his head.

"So how did this young man affect your judgment?"

Madame Maxime began to tell the news she had gathered in recent days.

The magical world may be vast, but when it comes to society, it is a small place after all. Everything that is not deliberately concealed will be clearly understood by those who are interested.

"It sounds like he is heinous." Nico Flamel smiled in the portrait.

"Sound?" Madame Maxime repeated the word.

"Of course, it's hard to live to my age and still judge a person based on a few words?"

He smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

"He doesn't look like a good person, but he destroyed that tribe after all." Mrs. Maxim's face didn't look good. "This can be considered a big favor for me."

"Olim." The portrait shook its head, "You are the headmaster of Beauxbatons, not a medieval ranger."

"Every move you make should represent the values ​​and pursuits of the school and even a generation."

"So I come to beg you to visit Devon. I want to know the true condition of that man and why you allow him to stay in the seclusion of your home."

The portrait sighed: "I'm afraid not. I have lost the ability to go to Devon. I think Nico has completely closed himself off according to his worst plan."

Mrs. Maxim covered her mouth, "How could it be? Why did he..."

"When I was made, Nico Flamel was not what he is today." Nico Flamel in the portrait looked steady and alert. "His current life is dull and boring; the Philosopher's Stone has made him what he is today." , and destroyed him.”

"A scholar who has lost his desire for knowledge becomes a lonely boat without sails in the ocean. But a scholar who only retains his desire for knowledge becomes a falling rock in the deep sea. At this point, Nico even Not as good as Perenal.”

"Since the incident with Grindelwald, I no longer want to pry into his boring life."

But Flamel's life was obviously not as boring as his portrait suggested.

Roman had just finished studying for the day and came to Nico Flamel's room to read him a story.

He looks like a teenager who disturbs his parents' work.

"However, Death has been looking for Lao San for many years, but has never been able to find him. Lao San lived until he was very old, and finally took off his invisibility cloak, handed it to his son, and then greeted Death like an old friend. And as equals, we happily left this world together with him."

After reading the last paragraph, he looked at Nico Flamel's unwavering figure, packed up his things and prepared to leave.

But this time, Flamel stopped what he was doing.

Nagini was lying on the workbench, and the entire snake's body was painted with dense lines using metal powder.

"As equals?" he repeated, and for the first time since the study of Nagini began, Nico Flamel's face showed confusion.

Roman was delighted.He strode forward, but was pushed down by Nico in front of the workbench, looking at Nagini's limp body.

"Do you know about the Blood Curse Orcs?" Flamel asked, not caring whether Roman knew about Nagini or not.

Or maybe he already felt that this little wizard should know these weird things.

"I don't understand." Roman said truthfully, "But I know it involves the soul level..."

"No, no, no." Flamel's expression became excited. Roman had never seen this expression on his face before. It might be that the legendary wizard was controlling his expression with a cold mind.

"In fact, wizards' research on magic has never gone deep into the soul level."

"But wizards have many magics that target souls, such as ghosts and Horcruxes..." Roman tried to remind Flamel.

Flamel didn't care at all why Roman knew the word Horcrux, he said quickly:

"Horcruxes are just a way to divide and retain part of the soul. We only know what effect this can have, but we don't understand why it has this effect."

"Some people say that the power of modern magic is decreasing, but I never think that magic has entered a decline; on the contrary, I see a promising side."

"It's becoming manageable."

Flamel luxuriously stuffed a handful of blackroot into Nagini's mouth.

This magical plant with black stems and white flowers is powerful enough to ward off dark magic when eaten.

"Now, I need your help to do something that is good for both of you." Flamel looked at Roman seriously.

Roman didn't know what was going on, but he struggled to move his eyes away from the blackroot grass.

"I want you to use the bone staff you mentioned to cast the Avada Kedavra on Nagini again."

He said something that shocked Roman.

"It's almost time for your dose, but I have a better idea than mixing the survival potion with the Philosopher's Stone potion."

Flamel's wand was flying, and the lines on Nagini's body began to glow with white fluorescence.

"I have given guidance. As long as you attack here, Nagini's snake soul will be directly wiped out."

He pointed at the top of Nagini's head, where the white fluorescence gathered and formed a small dot.

"In this way, I can transform her through the Philosopher's Stone without having to worry about the impact of the soul on the body. Although I don't know what will be left in her body after removing the snake's soul."

"This process will cause great loss to the Philosopher's Stone, most of which is wasted. However, you who have taken unicorn blood can perfectly accept the magic power of the Philosopher's Stone."

"The powerful vitality contained in unicorn blood still remains in your body. With sufficient magic power, it may even be possible to solve your physical problems once and for all."

"It's just that you will become drowsy during the absorption process and feel groggy all day long."

"And that's going to be a long time for you, maybe a year or even two years."

Flamel looked at the young man in front of him. He knew that for a life of more than ten years, one or two years meant many valuable experiences.

Roman looked at Nagini and his heart trembled for no reason.

Only then did he understand why the Fuling Elixir allowed him to bring Nagini with him in such an emergency.

If we could really get rid of it once and for all...

"It's nothing. This means that Merlin thinks I haven't slept too much in the past ten years." He said firmly, and even Nico Flamel was a little surprised.

"Why don't you ask more questions? Although I think this plan is very safe, your reaction is too calm."

"You should also know that every experiment may be dangerous, or in other words, aren't you afraid of death?"

Flamel felt that this little wizard might be even more magical than what Dumbledore had introduced.

His brain told him he should get straight to work, but his subconscious forced him to ask questions.

"How can a person not be afraid of death?" Roman shook his head and answered very solemnly.

"But sometimes, we need to do something risky."

"This is very contradictory." Flamel frowned. Although he had done some risky things, recently he had become less and less understanding of his behavior back then.

"I've had some - friends." Roman didn't use words like 'subordinates' or 'subordinates'.

“When I first met them, I wasn’t shocked, I was puzzled.”

"I don't understand how they can keep the organization running with those shoddy props and almost masochistic terms."

"But I saw what would happen to them if they didn't fight their fate."

"I learned from that time that a person often has only one destiny."

Nico Flamel nodded and suddenly asked:

"Have you ever cooked?"

This sentence may be considered provocative for an Englishman; but Roman does not only know how to fry fish and chips.

"Of course." He nodded.

Flamel smiled, as if Roman's answer wasn't the key to him.

"I have tasted food from many countries, but no matter what kind of food, it has strict requirements on the production process."

"You only have one chance to heat it up. No matter how you fix it later, it won't be the same dish as before."

Roman looked at Flamel and suddenly laughed.

"But this time you are the chef, and I just use fresh ingredients."

Flamel also smiled gently.

Although Roman knew that it was an appropriate expression made by the old man based on his strong reasoning ability and combined with his past experience, he was still unavoidable from being infected by it.

"I have to thank you for telling me stories these days." Flamel said seriously.

Then he asked in a very calm tone:

"So, what do you think is the most interesting part of this story?"

Roman thought about it.

"When I first read this story, I was shocked by Lao San's courage to take off his invisibility cloak at the end."

Flamel turned his head, knowing that he had something more to say.

"Later I realized that the second brother wanted to get the resurrection stone not just to mock the god of death. He could have resurrected any false soul he didn't care about at will, and he would not have been harmed at all; but he chose to resurrect his beloved girl and Died of self-torture.”

"The death of the boss came more directly. His powerful magic wand brought disaster to him."

"Their death is directly related to the God of Death. But the essence is that everything they pursue exceeds the limit of what they can bear, which leads to self-destruction."

Flamel nodded and said nothing.

"So I think the most interesting thing about this story is - you never know which item you worked hard to win is the bait generously gifted by Death."

"Death is a great adventure for those with a clear mind." Flamel sighed, "When did I start to stop being sober."

"Read the story to me again."

Roman didn't pick up his manuscript. He already knew the story by heart.

He tried his best to make his recitation as emotional as possible.

"...Then he greeted Death as an old friend, and left the world happily with him as an equal."

"Do you think a person can have an equal status with Death?" Flamel muttered to himself.

"It depends on how you define the word 'equality'." Roman pointed the dragon bone wand at Nagini, "but I know a famous person once said this."

"There is a difference between being dragged into an arena to face a fight to the death and walking in with your head held high. Some may say there is not much difference between the two, but - this is the only difference in the world."