Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Mr. Flamel..." Carlos walked out of the fireplace and greeted his teacher helplessly.

"Good afternoon, Carlos..." Nicoléme nodded and took out a few small stones from his cabinet.

"Is today's lesson about refining mercury stone?" Carlos asked casually: "Or is it the Phoenix Stone?" This is something he has been refining for half a month.

"None of them." Nicoléme smiled. He seemed to have some new ideas, but this was enough to make Carlos happy. Finally, he no longer had to learn to refine those strange stones.

Staring at the same thing and learning every day is not fun for such a child who is full of freshness.

"Today we are going to refine sulfur stone." Nicoléme said, taking out a small bag with a bag full of sulfur in it.

As soon as he opened the bag, the disgusting smell came out, making Carlos cover his nose subconsciously.

"How disgusting!" he said.

Nicoléme raised his eyebrows and said, "It's indeed a bit..." But he seemed to be used to the smell, and even stuck his head in and took a deep breath.

"But this is the smell of alchemy." Nicoléme was even a little intoxicated, and Carlos couldn't help but wonder... Will studying alchemy for too long affect the sense of smell?

"Okay, let's start Carlos." Nicoléme handed the small bag to Carlos: "Remember how we learned before?"

"Remember." Carlos nodded.

"Really?" Nicoléme was a little surprised. It had been more than half a month since he told the story about Brimstone. He was a little surprised that Carlos could still remember it.

"Of course." Carlos nodded and used a small spoon to scoop out the sulfur stone powder one by one, and then mixed it with various other raw materials.

Looking at Carlos's somewhat skillful operation, Nicoléme was a little suspicious of whether the child was secretly studying at home.

Shouldn't it?

Anyway, he didn't think the Scamander family would have these precious materials.

Yes, it was precious. Carlos didn't know that the seemingly ordinary bag of sulfur stone powder in front of him could be bought in a store in Diagon Alley.

"Then stir evenly." Carlos muttered in memory, and then operated.

Nicoléme was stunned for a moment. Seeing the child becoming more and more proficient, he nodded gently. This was the reason why he chose this child...

He does have a strong ability to learn... This shouldn't be considered genetic, right?

Nicoléme shook his head slightly and carefully observed Carlos's movements. Soon, Carlos quickly made a sulfur stone. The sulfur stone is not just made of sulfur. There are many other materials in it, including gold. , diamond powder, these are essential.

"You did a good job, Carlos." Nicoléme said with satisfaction: "Have you practiced at home?"

"No." Carlos scratched his head, studying at home?Do you dislike playing for too short a time?

And whether it's playing with magical animals or studying recipes, isn't it more interesting than making stinky brimstone?

Looking at Carlos's expression that didn't seem to be fake, Nicoléme nodded slightly.

"Then it's time." In fact, Nicoléme was prepared to observe for a while...but looking at Carlos's proficiency, he estimated that it wouldn't take long, and Carlos might be able to figure it out himself.

"What time is it?" Carlos looked at Nicoléme in surprise, what else are you hiding?

"This month, I asked you to make the Phoenix Stone, the Mercury Stone, and the Brimstone..." Nicoléme slowly took out a heavy large book and said, "It's all because I have a small gift I want to give. you."

"Small gift?" Carlos raised his eyebrows: "Today is indeed my birthday."

"Uh-huh." Nicoléme nodded, hiding his surprised expression and showing a feeling of determination, the feeling I had known for a long time.

"That's why I'm giving you this." He said, tearing out a page and handing it to Carlos.

"The process of making the original Philosopher's Stone..." Carlos read the contents of the book word for word, and then looked at Nicoléme in surprise: "You want to teach me how to make the Philosopher's Stone?!"

Seeing Carlos' surprised look, Nicoléme smiled: "Of course... not."

"..." Carlos curled his lips, why are you showing me this?

"It is one of the components for making the Magic Stone." He said and nodded: "The Magic Stone is made of countless materials, many of which have disappeared due to history and other reasons."

"Even I can't make another Philosopher's Stone." Nicoléme didn't seem to regret it very much. He said casually: "But making part of it is still very simple."

"What does part of... mean?" Carlos was a little surprised.

"Do you still remember your magic cooking?" Nicoléme asked slowly: "You should know that it is all because of the magic stone, right?"

"Yeah, I know." Speaking of this, Carlos was still a little sad, after all, one of his major hobbies was gone.

"But that's only one of the functions of the Philosopher's Stone." There seemed to be a hint in Nicoléme's words.

"In other words... this part is the part we want to make?" Carlos cleverly guessed what Nicoléme meant, and he said excitedly: "Does this mean I can do magic cooking again? "

"Of course." Nicoléme nodded: "The premise is that it goes well."

As he spoke, he waved his wand gently, and as the wand danced, all the instruments in the laboratory flew to the side, leaving only a rather primitive-looking cauldron in the middle.

"This pot is the pot used to make the magic stone." Nicoléme explained: "It has magic power."

"Well..." Carlos nodded and said, "Then how do we start production?"

"Just follow my arrangements..." Nicoléme nodded slightly and said, "First, a bucket of water of life and death."

"A bucket?" Carlos was stunned.

With a flick of his wand, Nicoléme brought a bucket over, and with a tap of the wand, a bucket of magic potion was poured in.

"Professor Snape would probably go crazy if he saw this..." Carlos muttered.

"Then it's seven minutes and seven seconds of heating." Nicoléme said, waving his wand: "Seven is a magical number."

As he spoke, he waved his wand and stirred seven times clockwise and seven times counterclockwise.

It seems that this should also be a ritual step.

Watching the water of life and death gradually boiling, Nicoléme nodded slightly, and then said: "Pour in half an ounce of a mixture of gold powder, silver powder, and obsidian powder."

He nodded to Carlos: "It's in the seventh row of the cabinet, in the seventh compartment."