Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Kong Nuo deliberately widened his movements, like a bartender mixing wine, gathering all the alchemy materials that had been processed into powder in his hands.

The powders are distinct, each alchemy material is not mixed with each other.

Immediately afterwards, Kong Nuo began to write "1" and "0" in runes.

When he was writing runes, he always changed a powder every few lines.

Kong Nuo transformed from a bartender to a calligrapher, and a series of rune characters flowed like a waterfall through his fast-moving fingertips.

Many young alchemists already had longing looks on their faces. Although they didn't know much about Kong Nuo's movements, the whole process was simple and efficient, and they could still get it.

The faces of the alchemists headed by Whitehorn were not so good-looking. They were more able to see the way than the young alchemists.

Kong Nuo also builds between different materials, but this kind of construction has a higher fault tolerance rate and is less difficult to get started.

To make a pensieve independently, whether it is Whitehorn or Alphonse, it will take at least a month.

However, looking at the current situation, it seems that Kong Nuo only needs a few minutes...or even a few seconds to complete the production of the Pensieve.

"Okay, it's as simple as that."

Kong Nuo's words made them wake up like a dream, and saw that all the powder had disappeared, replaced by a simple stone basin.

The stone basin, still covered in mercury-like liquid, was just like any Pensieve they had ever seen, used, and produced.

"It's that simple?"

The alchemists repeated Kong Nuo's words in a daze.

"It's that simple!"

"Otherwise?" Kong Nuo shrugged, as if it should be taken for granted, "So what are you guys resisting?"

"Either you feel that the sense of ritual is not enough? Should you purchase a bunch of alchemy materials first, then run to an open place to draw a magic circle, and finally start alchemy in the weather of lightning and thunder?"

Hearing this, Nicole Flamel's complexion suddenly turned a little pale.

Noticing the change in Nicole Flamel's expression, Whitehorn tried his best to turn the tide, bringing back the topic that was almost misled by Conno.

"The most important thing now, isn't it to look at the evidence that Nicole Flamel said? Since he still retains his memory, he should let us see it!"

"Okay!" Nicole Flamel did not refuse, unscrewed the bottle openly, and poured the memory thread into the Pensieve.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled Kong Nuo aside, "Have you read the content in my memory?"

"What?" Kong Nuo wondered, "Don't they like the sense of ritual? The whole point of long-winded steps, and some mysterious and mysterious weather, isn't it the embodiment of the sense of ritual?"

The Pensieve was manufactured too quickly, so the alchemists still had some concerns.

But the desire for the memory of Nicole Flamel made them want to use the Pensieve directly.

At this dilemma, the threads of memory have already melted in the Pensieve.

The alchemists around looked at each other, and finally couldn't help but want to explore the truth, and buried their heads in it without the slightest hesitation.

They entered the memory with a sense of weightlessness, and the surrounding environment became a little dim.

After experiencing the memory of the Pensieve, it is normal for this to happen, so their hanging hearts dropped a little bit.

The young Nicole Flamel led the way, followed by the alchemists, who were shopping for alchemy materials in the hidden places.

The young Nicole Flamel is still a little immature and young, and he pays more attention to the so-called sense of ritual.

He was more fond of those beautifully packaged materials, and soon bought a lot of them.

After leaving the relatively safe hiding place, the alchemists finally realized how terrible the Black Death was raging in the Muggle world at that time.

There are skinny asylum seekers everywhere, and the pits are filled with hideous corpses that are rotting...

There are also comatose Muggles whose skin is covered with bruises and cyanosis, hunched over and fell to the ground, twitching occasionally...

The young Nicole Flamel couldn't bear it, and finally walked around the asylum team with a painful expression.

He came to a forest, where there were also many refugees.

These refugees also had bruises and cyanosis on their bodies, and their consciousness was not very clear. Occasionally, they grinned at the tree trunk next to them, rubbed the bark with their teeth, and then licked the bark powder.

In the forest, there are not only Muggles who are suffering from the black death, but also many ghosts of wizards with bruises and cyanosis.

They babbled to the young Nicole Flamel, telling Nicole Flamel to be careful not to die from the Black Death like them, it was too embarrassing.

"It turns out that wizards will also die from the Black Death... I really learned a lot. I thought wizards were not afraid at all!" said Kong Nuo, who was also watching.

Although the alchemists wanted to refute, but considering Kong Nuo's approach and character, they still dared not say anything in the end.

In this way, the young Nicole Flamel finally came to an open woodland.

He let out a long breath, and carefully cleaned up the woodland, removing all the dead branches, leaves and bones.

Only then did he pick up his wand and come to the center of the forest, and began to draw the magic circle.

It took several days to draw this magic circle, and every time the young Nicole Flamel chose to start over because the magic circle was not round enough.

The real Nicole Flamel was a little embarrassed, and explained to Kong Nuo's gaze: "Young and vigorous...just pay more attention to the sense of ceremony."

"At that time, I felt that in order to complete a high-quality alchemy, we must have a high-quality magic circle..."

"Yes! I understand!" Kong Nuo nodded, "So Yi Shu doesn't have this trouble, no matter how high-quality it is, it still involves two runes."

Two days later, the young Nicole Flamel finally finished drawing the magic circle.

In the process of aligning the alchemy materials, his expression became extremely serious, and at the same time, he also strived for perfection in controlling the angle and shape.

Facing Kong Nuo's gaze, the real Nicole Flamel could only continue to explain: "Uh...that's the sense of ceremony! I said it before."

Kong Nuo's previous teasing was more or less magical.

When the young Nicole Flamel was actually practicing alchemy, it was already a cloudy day.

While checking the materials, he murmured: "The materials are okay...the magic circle is also okay... If lightning is added as a medium, can the magic props produced be stronger?"

As the young Nicole Flamel spoke, he began his own alchemy.

Whether it is the magic circle on the ground or the dark clouds in the sky, they all seem to have reached a certain tacit agreement and shine together.

At the moment when the lightning hit the magic circle, Kong Nuo focused his attention on the distance.

He saw an ethereal figure appearing in the distance, it looked like a... death god in a cloak!