Hogwarts lazy snake

Horn carried the pot and, with the help of Fox's teleportation, instantly arrived at the principal's office.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Horn immediately checked to see if he was missing anything. He was filled with surprise. He thought he would feel a lot of discomfort when experiencing teleportation for the first time, but he didn't expect that he only felt like being lightly bumped by someone.

But if Horn had noticed Dumbledore at this moment, he would have found that he was staring at him, with a hint of vague thoughts and a somewhat surprised expression in his eyes behind his half-moon glasses.

Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "Horn, I didn't expect you to come so soon. I thought you would need to prepare."

"I just asked Fox to bring you here, thinking that I would send you to Nicolas Flamel's place later. However, seeing the food in your hand is a pleasant surprise. Are you bringing delicious food to your door?"

At this point, Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand and shook his head to express his apology: "Nicole is really too old to eat the delicacies you brought."

As he spoke, Dumbledore cast a transformation spell and created an empty table in front of Horn.

Horn looked at the table in front of him and thought to himself that the principal must have known what he was doing and was just joking. "Principal, this is the food I prepared for my friends and I. There are roasted lamb legs and lamb chops stewed with radishes."

Horne introduced the food in detail, but in his heart he was thinking about what the headmaster had just said about Nicolas Flamel. When Dumbledore asked Fawkes to find him, he wondered if it was Nicolas Flamel's reply.

"It's a pity that Master Flamel can't enjoy it."

He smiled, lamenting as he carefully arranged the food, swallowing his saliva and saying, "This roasted lamb leg is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and full of fragrance. It is marinated with special seasonings and then roasted until golden. And this radish stewed lamb chops has a delicious soup. The radish absorbs the fragrance of the lamb chops, making them even softer and more delicious."

Dumbledore looked at the food Horn brought, his nose twitched, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes. "It looks good, let's eat first and then go."

Seeing Dumbledore bend his legs and a three-legged stool appear behind him, Horn slowly leaned back and looked down to see the same scene as the last time he came to the principal's office, a stool emerged from the ground.

Dumbledore looked at the food on the table with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Horn, the food you brought reminds me of an experience long ago. When I was young, I went to the Great Xialong Kingdom and tried similar delicacies there."

As he spoke, he picked up a piece of lamb chop with a fork and put it into his mouth, feeling the joy brought by his taste buds: "I didn't expect that the second time I would eat it would be in Hogwarts."

"Principal, you've actually been to the Great Xia Dragon Kingdom?" Horn's eyes widened in surprise. After all, he had never been back to that land.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his eyes seeming to travel through time and back to the distant past. "Yes, the Great Xia Dragon Kingdom is a place full of mystery and charm. The culture, scenery and food there have left a deep impression on me."

Then he turned his gaze to Horn: "Come to think of it, you are a hybrid of Griffin and Daxia."

Horn was eating with big mouthfuls while answering Dumbledore's questions. At first, when Dumbledore saw the three portions on the table, he thought that a centenarian and a child would not be able to finish them.

As a result, Horn quickly devoured the food with grace and inhalation. Originally, I was teaching Garcia and doing it myself, which made me very hungry. As a result, I brought everything here to eat, but you, a white-haired old man, are not a good person. Just eat, why ask so many questions?

Dumbledore took a sip of the after-meal dessert, Tequila Olaf, and told about this special dessert. He looked at Horn, who was skillfully using cleaning magic to clean his hands: "It seems that Horn, you are not only talented, but also practice magic all the time. No wonder you can use silent spells skillfully."

Looking at Horn's skillful use of spells, he has surpassed most wizards.

Regarding Dumbledore's words, Horn said that there was no other reason but that he was an experienced hand.

"Let's go to Nico's place now." Dumbledore said, taking out a glove; "This is the portkey. Nico's place is enchanted, and we can't use Floo powder to get there."

Horn stretched out his hand and pinched a finger on his glove, complaining in his heart that these door keys were really strange, with all kinds of things in them, but this was also the first time he had seen them.

Horn used the portkey to arrive at a manor that looked ordinary and did not look like the residence of a famous alchemist at all.

Led by Dumbledore, they slowly walked to the door of the house. Before they knocked on the door, a tall man opened it.

Horn looked at the man in front of him curiously, secretly guessing his identity. At this time, a steady voice came from the house: "Adam, please invite the guest in." The man called Adam stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation.

Horne and Dumbledore walked into the house, and Horne's eyes were immediately drawn to the white-haired old man sitting in a chair in the living room.

This old man looked like he had just passed middle age. His skin was unusually white, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes and decadence, as if he had experienced the baptism of countless years.

The old man first nodded slightly to Dumbledore and said hello, then he fixed his eyes on Horn and began to look at him carefully.

After a moment, the old man showed an excited expression on his face. He said in a trembling voice, "You are Horn, right? You look very similar to your ancestor Ambert. Your eyes seem to be carved from the same mold."

Horn looked at Nicolas Flamel's excitement and wondered what his ancestor had done. "Yes, Mr. Nicolas Flamel, I am Horn. I am glad to meet you and I am honored to learn alchemy from you."

Dumbledore looked at the excited Nicolas Flamel and gently warned him, "Nicol, don't get too excited and take care of yourself." Then he looked around and asked, "By the way, why is Perenelle nowhere to be seen?"

At this moment, a woman who looked about the same age as Nicolas Flamel walked down from the second floor slowly and gracefully.

"Albus, long time no see." She greeted Dumbledore with a smile, then looked at Horn and called out his name: "Welcome, Horn. Nice to meet you. I have heard your name many times in the old man's ears during these trips."

Horn looked at the elegant lady who was obviously Nicolas Flamel's wife.

After Dumbledore chatted with Nicolas Flamel and his wife, he said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Nico, I'll come and pick Horn up on Sunday."

Nicolas Flamel waved his hand and said, "You busy man, go and do your work. I can't wait for you to leave."

When Horn saw Dumbledore was about to leave, he quickly said, "Principal, please help tell my friends that I will not be back this weekend."

"Don't worry, I will let Minerva tell them." Dumbledore nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Looking at Dumbledore's departing back, Horn felt a little nervous and expectant.

He knew what was going to happen next in this strange place.

Nicolas Flamel seemed to see what Horn was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, kid. Coming here is like coming home."

Madame Perenelle also said gently, "Yes, Horn, we are glad you can come."

Horn took a deep breath, tried to relax himself, and said: "Thank you for your hospitality. I am honored to be here."

Nicolas Flamel and Madame Perenelle smiled at each other, their eyes full of anticipation and relief.

Nicolas Flamel then asked his wife to go upstairs to rest, and Perenelle knew what her husband was going to do.