Hogwarts lazy snake

Headmaster Dumbledore was sitting behind his huge desk, with that familiar and kind smile on his face, looking at Horn gently.

"My child, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. These Hogwarts affairs are really giving me, an old man, a headache."

Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand, stretched his waist which was a little stiff from sitting for so long, supported his chin casually with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled out a piece of chocolate from the pile of strange-looking cockroach chocolates on the table, stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation, and chewed it with relish.

Horn stood there, trying his best to control his thoughts, trying to keep his mind blank, not daring to think about anything. "No, Headmaster Dumbledore, it's only been less than five minutes, not that long."

At this point, he paused for a moment, then continued, "Principal, Professor McGonagall said you wanted to see me and asked me to meet you after class. Is there anything important?"

"Don't be nervous, kid. It's not a big deal."

Dumbledore looked at Horn's slightly nervous sitting posture and gently waved the wand in his hand. A piece of cockroach chocolate floated from the cockroach pile to Horn and instantly turned into an exquisite cup, which slowly floated in front of Horn.

"Would you like anything to drink? Tea or milk?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Milk, thank you, Principal." Horn replied quickly.

Hearing Horn's answer, the teapot on the table tilted gracefully at the slightest movement of Dumbledore's wand and began to pour liquid into the cup in front of Horn.

The amazing thing is that the moment the tea in the teapot flows out of the spout and is about to fall into Horn's cup, it magically changes from rich and fragrant black tea to milky white milk and falls into the cup accurately.

When Horn saw this magical scene, he once again couldn't help but marvel at the magic and convenience of magic, as well as the unfathomable and amazing magical abilities of Headmaster Dumbledore.

At this moment, the portrait of Headmaster Delise Devonte on the wall said, "Dumbledore, this child is so cute and looks good."

A portrait of an unknown headmaster nearby echoed: "Yes, I hope it can bring new vitality to our Hogwarts."

The portrait of Headmistress Eupraxia Moore says: "Keep your voice down and see what Dumbledore says."

Dumbledore smiled and said to Horn, "Child, these are the former headmasters of Hogwarts on the wall. This is Headmaster Delys Devonte, who also made great contributions to the school, and Headmaster Eupraxia Moore."

Under Dumbledore's introduction, Horn greeted several former headmasters one by one.

"I asked Minerva to call you here for something."

Dumbledore watched Horn gently pick up the cup and take a sip of milk. He paused for a moment and continued, "My good friend Nico Lemetto, I have a letter for you."

The portraits on the wall listened to Dumbledore's words and all rushed into a painting and began to whisper.

The moment Dumbledore said the name Nicolas Flamel, Horne couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion and surprise in his heart.

Of course, he knew that Nicolas Flamel was a great and famous alchemist who enjoyed a high reputation in the magic world. However, he had never had any intersection with him, so how could he suddenly receive a letter from him?

This sudden situation left Horn extremely confused.

Dumbledore picked up a tightly sealed letter from the side of the table. The letter seemed to carry unknown secrets and expectations, and slowly handed it to Horn.

Horn stretched out his slightly trembling hand and took the mysterious letter.

The moment he touched the letter, he tried his best to control his hands, trying to keep them steady.

The doubts in my heart were like layers of fog, growing deeper and deeper, and at the same time, an indescribable fear was suppressing my heart.

Because Horn clearly remembered that the headmaster Dumbledore, who seemed kind and benevolent but was actually unfathomable, was a master of Legilimency.

He was afraid that Headmaster Dumbledore would inadvertently use this magical ability to spy on the unknown secrets deep in his heart.

"Kid, you seem a little nervous."

Dumbledore's blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, stared closely at Horn through his half-moon glasses and the silver-framed glasses, his eyes revealing an indescribable depth and insight.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Horn immediately collected his thoughts and said in surprise: "Principal Dumbledore, I am just surprised by this letter."

Am I just nervous? Deep inside, there is a fear that you cannot see!

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of understanding and thought.

In fact, when his good friend Nicolas Flamel handed him the letter, Dumbledore himself curiously asked the reason.

Nicolas Flamel told him that one of Horn's ancestors knew him and had some deep connection with him, so when he learned that his descendant had entered Hogwarts, he asked Dumbledore to help deliver the letter.

"Nicolas Flamel is a trustworthy friend. I believe this letter will bring you some important news. But before you read the letter, I would like to ask you how much do you know about Nicolas Flamel?"

Dumbledore's tone was calm, with a hint of guidance and inquiry.

"Would you like one?" Dumbledore said as he looked at Horn, and reached out again to pick up a piece of chocolate cockroach. He put it in his mouth and chewed it without hesitation, with a satisfied look on his face, and he seemed to be enjoying it very much.

"No, thank you. I think this candy is too sweet." Horn's stomach churned as he looked at the still wriggling chocolate cockroach tentacle sticking out from Dumbledore's mouth.

He really couldn't understand why such a strange thing as cockroach chocolate existed.

His throat rolled unconsciously and he swallowed hard. He quickly turned his eyes away from the uncomfortable scene and cast his gaze on the letter in his hand, answering Dumbledore's question quickly:

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I only know that Nicolas Flamel is a great alchemist, the inventor and sole owner of the Philosopher's Stone.

I once read about his deeds and theories in the ancient books in the library, and learned a lot about the basic knowledge of alchemy from those precious texts. "

"As for more in-depth and personal understanding, there really isn't much involved."

As Horn spoke, his eyes occasionally glanced at the letter in his hand, and the curiosity and nervousness in his heart were like constantly intertwined silk threads.

"Oh, really? That's a pity. It seems you don't really like sweet things, Mr. Nicholas."

Dumbledore listened to Horn's answer with a gentle smile on his face. He picked up another piece of chocolate cockroach that was still twisting from the pile of chocolate cockroaches and put it into his mouth without hesitation, as if he was enjoying this unique sweet taste.

Dumbledore crossed his hands, supporting his chin, his deep blue eyes staring intently at Horn's face through the half-moon glasses, his eyes flashing with an elusive light and a gentle smile.

"Nicolas Flamel's experience and the knowledge he possesses are invaluable treasures in the entire wizarding world. Child, I believe this letter will stir up some waves in your life, bring about some unexpected changes, and perhaps open a brand new door full of mystery and unknown for you."

Dumbledore's voice echoed in the spacious headmaster's office, carrying a prophetic depth and expectation.

As soon as the words fell, the entire headmaster's office fell into silence, as if time had stopped. Except for the occasional snoring of the Sorting Hat in the corner, there was no other sound. Even the portraits on the wall stopped talking and stared.

'From the descendants of Ambot'

Horn's eyes were fixed on the words on the envelope, and the doubts and curiosity in his heart were like a volcano about to erupt.

He raised his head and glanced cautiously at Headmaster Dumbledore in front of him, his eyes full of hesitation and uncertainty.

But it was only a brief glance before he shifted his gaze back to the mysterious letter in his hand, struggling and hesitating for a moment.

Finally, Horn seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and decided to take it apart right here.

Seeing Horn preparing to open the envelope to take a look, Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed a hint of subtle thoughts and admiration.

In just a few days, Dumbledore had heard praise for Horn's talent from several Hogwarts professors.

They described Horn's keen insight and outstanding practical ability in magic courses, far surpassing other students of the same age.

And, although Horne came from Slytherin House, which was known for its shrewdness and ambition, his identity did not change his kindness and fairness towards his Gryffindor friends.

In a flying class not long ago, when a Gryffindor classmate fell off his broom due to improper operation and was in danger of injury, Horn cast magic without hesitation, quickly reducing the classmate's falling speed and avoiding a possible serious accident.

Not only did he demonstrate outstanding control over magic, he also showed decisiveness and bravery when faced with emergencies.

Horn's talent, kindness and bravery reminded Dumbledore of an old friend who had once caused him great pain, a person who also possessed great talent but suffered a tragic fate.

Horn gently tore open the delicate wax seal on the envelope, moving cautiously as if he was afraid of destroying the secret hidden within.

He slowly pulled out the letter paper. The texture of the paper and the faint magical aura emanating from it made his heart beat faster instantly.

The moment he unfolded the paper, he clearly felt the faint but unique magical fluctuations coming from it, as if the letter itself contained some kind of mysterious power.

'Dear child,

When you read this letter, you may feel extremely shocked.

At the same time, I was also very surprised, but I also felt it was extremely reasonable.

By chance, I learned from a wizard friend that there was a child who looked very similar to Ambot. I instantly had a strong intuition that it must be his descendant.

So, I used some special magical means and took some effort to finally confirm your identity and learn that you had entered the magical wizard world.

So I asked someone to contact you, because your ancestor Ambot and I have an unforgettable and life-threatening relationship.

If you are interested in alchemy, as an alchemist with some achievements in this field, I am confident that I should be able to teach you.

You can ask Dumbledore to help me reply. I think he will be very happy to help an old man like me. After all, I just helped him with something very important.

-- Nicolas Flamel

After reading the letter, Horn's face instantly showed an extremely surprised expression, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. He unconsciously clenched his right fist and waved it in the air excitedly.

I couldn't help but yell in my heart: Holy shit, my rebellious and uncultivated ancestor actually had an intersection with this famous alchemist, and it was a fatal intersection? !

Moreover, Nicolas Flamel even asked me if I was interested in alchemy and expressed his willingness to teach me personally! That was so attractive. I had always been curious and yearning for the mysterious alchemy.

Looking up, Horn suddenly found that Headmaster Dumbledore was staring at him intently, his eyes filled with complex and deep thoughts.

Horn's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly realized that he was too shocked and excited by the contents of the letter, and he was a little careless for a moment, and his expression was out of control.

He quickly restrained his exaggerated expression, secretly regretted it in his heart, and warned himself to be more careful.

"This letter seems to surprise you, child."

Dumbledore looked at Horn's expression of surprise and spoke slowly. His voice was steady and gentle, as if he had already seen through Horn's inner turmoil.

Horn tried to calm his excitement and nodded slowly, his voice still trembling with excitement. "Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore, I just didn't expect that my ancestor knew Nicolas Flamel and had such a deep relationship with him. He even asked me if I was willing to learn alchemy from him."

"So I can't help but get excited. I'm so sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Horn lowered his head shyly, looking like a shy little girl.

Seeing this, Principal Delys Devonte on the wall said to the other two former principals: "Such a pretty girl is actually from Slytherin. Tsk, what a shit luck. Oh, I said such an impolite thing."

A portrait of an unknown headmaster nearby chimed in: "Yes, Merlin's stockings!"

The portrait of Headmistress Eupraxia Moore said: "Should we move him to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw?"

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As for the letter about Nicolas Flamel helping Dumbledore, Horne secretly guessed in his heart that it must be...