Hogwarts lazy snake

In the following time, Nicolas Flamel devoted all his attention to examining Raven Black and teaching Horn alchemy.

Horn eagerly followed the rhythm of Nicolas Flamel and immersed himself in the wonderful and mysterious world of alchemy.

On the stage, the raven Black lay quietly, its inky feathers gleaming slightly in the soft light. Nicolas Flamel frowned slightly, his eyes full of concentration and thought.

When his fingers lightly touched the raven's feathers, the ring on his hand began to glow. If you look closely, you will find that it is a miniature magic array. Through the array, you can carefully feel the mysterious power hidden inside its body.

With every touch, a trace of solemnity appeared on Nicolas Flamel's face.

"Horn, the magic runes on this raven are extremely complex. I need more time to study it." Nicolas Flamel spoke slowly. His voice was low and magnetic, and his words revealed seriousness and earnestness.

Horn nodded seriously, his eyes full of worry and expectation: "Master Flamel, please go ahead and do your research. I believe you can find a way to wake Hei Si up."

Nicolas Flamel nodded slightly and continued to examine the raven.

He skillfully uses various magical tools and potions to try to unlock the secrets of the magic runes.

Those small and delicate tools seemed to have life in his hands, dancing flexibly. Horn watched intently, trying to learn Nicolas Flamel's methods and techniques.

As time went by, Nicolas Flamel's understanding of ravens became deeper and deeper.

During the inspection, he suddenly felt a familiar force. Nicolas Flamel frowned even more tightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Why did this power seem so familiar? It was as if he had come into contact with it a long, long time ago.

However, Horn was completely unaware of Nicolas Flamel's discovery. He was completely focused on Nicolas Flamel's operation and tried hard to learn the knowledge of alchemy.

At this moment, Horn was filled with worry about the raven Black. He silently prayed that Master Flamel could find a way to wake Black as soon as possible. He nervously watched Nicol Flamel's every move.

Nicolas Flamel fell into deep thought, trying to recall every detail of the past, trying to find the source of this familiar power. His fingers gently stroked his chin, and his eyes revealed deep thought.

While teaching Horn alchemy, Nicolas Flamel also shared his experience and wisdom. "Horn, alchemy is not just a skill, but also an understanding and exploration of the world."

Nicolas Flamel spoke in a steady tone, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

Horn nodded thoughtfully, and his understanding of alchemy grew deeper.

He suddenly remembered that he couldn't use his ultimate move easily, so he asked, "Master Flamel, do you think it is feasible to combine modern thermal weapons with alchemy? For example, magic alchemy firearms or something like that."

Horn felt that, after all, alchemy was mainly used in mechanisms, magic and cold weapons in the past.

Then it is not impossible to combine modern thermal weapons with alchemy, but there are also many challenges.

The essence of alchemy is the transformation and creation of matter, while thermal weapons rely on technology and engineering. To perfectly combine the two requires in-depth research and innovation.

Nicolas Flamel pondered for a moment and said, "This is an interesting idea. It is not impossible to combine modern thermal weapons with alchemy, but there are also many challenges."

"The essence of alchemy is the transformation and creation of matter, while thermal weapons rely on technology and engineering. To perfectly combine the two requires in-depth research and innovation."

When Horn heard the other party's story and understood it, it was like a channel of communication.

I immediately admired Master Flamel. After all, many wizards were very conservative. If I told them these things, they would feel like a fool just for mentioning them, let alone discussing them. The extreme ones would probably burn witches to death like in the Middle Ages, and scatter their ashes all over me.

At this time, Madame Perenelle was watching their discussion quietly with a gentle smile on her face, and she did not participate in the topic of alchemy.

Horn continued to ask: "Master Flamel, in what areas do you think we can try this combination?"

If I can forge my own device for equality of all beings as soon as possible, then I will be like a magic alchemy gun in one hand and a magic wand in the other, which can be used for long-range and short-range attacks, and I can also unexpectedly give the other person a peanut to taste.

Nicolas Flamel thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can start by enhancing the magical properties of thermal weapons, such as giving firearms magical aiming functions, or giving bullets special magical effects. But this requires precise magical control and stable alchemy."

Horn nodded and said, "I see. This is indeed a question that requires careful consideration."

He continued, "Master Flamel, what do you think is the core of alchemy?"

Nicolas Flamel smiled and replied: "The core of alchemy lies in understanding the nature of matter and the laws of magic. Only through in-depth research and practice can we master the true secrets of alchemy." His words were neither hurried nor slow, full of certainty.

Horn listened attentively, his eyes full of desire for knowledge. Under Nicolas Flamel's instruction, his alchemy skills were constantly improving, and he began to discuss the production and research of the equalizer of magic alchemy with Master Flamel from time to time.

However, despite Nicolas Flamel's efforts, the raven Black still showed no signs of waking up. Horn's worries grew stronger and stronger, but he also knew that Nicolas Flamel had tried his best.

Time soon came to Sunday afternoon, and it was time for Dumbledore to come to the manor to pick him up.

At this time, Horn was waiting in the living room, looking at the knowledge he had learned over the weekend. Although he had memorized all the contents, a good memory is not as good as a bad pen. He just wanted to continue to enrich the alchemy books in the cave.

Because, after coming to Nicolas Flamel, Horn discovered that there were only a handful of one and a half books on alchemy in the bookshelf collected by his ancestors, which was incomparable to the entire library of alchemy books in Master Flamel.

When there was a knock on the door, Adam was still responsible for opening the door and welcoming the guests. Dumbledore appeared at the door, bringing a familiar breath.

Horn was filled with joy when he saw Dumbledore. He quickly stood up with a bright smile on his face: "Headmaster, you are here."

Dumbledore walked into the living room, his eyes fell on Nicolas Flamel and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"Nicol, long time no see. I'm here to pick up Horn and take him back to school." Dumbledore nodded slightly, his tone gentle.

Nicolas Flamel also smiled and responded, "Albus, it's nice to meet you. Horn has made great progress during this time."

Dumbledore turned his gaze to Madame Perenelle again, his eyes full of respect. "Perenelle, you are still so graceful. Thank you for taking care of Horn."

Madame Perenelle smiled gently and said, "Principal Dumbledore, welcome. Horn is a lovely child, and we like him very much."

Looking at Horn with a smile: "Horn, it seems that you have spent a very fulfilling time here with Nico." Dumbledore's tone was gentle, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

Horn nodded and said, "Principal, yes, I benefited a lot from studying with Master Flamel this weekend."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, winked mischievously, and then said, "Then let's prepare to go back to school."

Horn didn't have anything good to take from the above, as everything was in his own cave. He decided to return to school, continue to study alchemy, and experiment with making the Wizard Edition of the Equality Device.

I hope that one day I can hold a Colt in my left hand and a magic wand in my right hand, and I can shoot when I need to shoot, and cast a spell when I need to cast a spell.

Nicolas Flamel also came over at this time, with a trace of concern on his face: "See you next week, kid. When you return to school, you must study alchemy well." His words were full of encouragement and expectation.

At the same time, I was impressed by Horn's talent for learning. During this weekend, he was able to apply what he had learned to other situations.

"Yes, child, see you next week!" Madame Perenal spoke to Horn kindly and gently, as if she were seeing her own grandchild.

Horn bowed to the two, his heart filled with gratitude. "Master Flamel, Madame Perenelle, see you next week."

Dumbledore looked at Nicolas Flamel and said, "Nicholas, we will return to Hogwarts then."

Horn followed Dumbledore and prepared to leave. He turned his head to look at the manor, and his eyes seemed to be able to cross the space and see the sea of ​​alchemy books.

Goodbye, I'll be back soon.