The day to become the final boss

Wan Mo tapped lightly with his white fingers clasped on the armrest.This master alchemist can be said to be the type of person he hates the most—this kind of person has certain abilities, but always finds ways to escape death, and violates the laws of the world to escape a complete ending of life.

Nicole Flamel, the master alchemist has great talent and courage.He smelts the souls he took through alchemy, dyes them with his own soul fluctuations, and stores them in the Philosopher's Stone, which has long been used to paralyze and deceive the messengers of death who came to end him.

And doing so is undoubtedly increasing the tenure of Reaper in disguise.

The lives that have done this in the past were all unfortunately caught by the god of death and thrown into hell ruthlessly, but Nicole Flamel is different. Now that he is terminated, who will Dumbledore go to borrow the Philosopher's Stone more than ten years later?

Moreover, there are still some mysteries in this master alchemist.For example, who taught him to smelt his soul?

The method of smelting the soul can only come from hell, and it is in the hands of high-ranking monsters.

Wan Mo has long banned the spreading of profound magic and wisdom, but there are always monsters who will secretly violate the prohibition.Of course, as long as they are naughty enough not to be caught by the god of death - I wonder how many souls in the alchemist's Philosopher's Stone flowed into the mouth of which monster?

Wan Mo silently looked at the master alchemist in front of him who was trying to shrink himself, thinking: I will let you live for another ten years.

When Dumbledore returned to the principal's office, he saw his old friend Nicole Flamel curled up in the corner of the bookshelf with his back behind his back, as if looking for some books to kill time, and there were more coffee tables and sofas in the office. On the other side, the black-haired, black-eyed Hufflepuff curiously observed all kinds of strange silverware he had collected.

Dumbledore smiled benevolently at the little wizard, and gestured for him to continue.

Then he went to the master alchemist.

"Why are you here, Nico... What's the matter with you, Nico, with such an ugly face?" Dumbledore immediately restrained his smile, and helped his old friend with a gray face.With a solemn expression, he took out his wand and cast a monitoring spell on the weak alchemist, but no major problems were detected.

"I'm fine, Albus. You know my real age. It's just a small problem that happens occasionally. It just happened suddenly." The face of the master alchemist was terrible, and he held Dumbledore's arm tightly. , like a drowning man clinging to driftwood that suddenly appeared.

"I think you need to go to the hospital wing." Dumbledore held his body tightly and walked out. When he reached the door, he paused, turned around and said to the little wizard inside: "Well, Mr. Moores, I I think there is no way to invite you to drink a cup of honey tea today, please go back first, I will invite you again when I have a chance." After speaking, he winked his eyes.

"Okay, Mr. Principal." Wan Mo replied with a smile.

Seriously, the eye-winking juvenile is playful, but Don Dumbledore with the twisted nose is a little bit more lethal.

Dumbledore helped Nicole Flamel and walked out, until the master alchemist in the medical wing looked trembling.Madam Pomfrey gave him a calming potion to let him rest more.

"Nico, my old friend, you are not telling the truth. I have known you for so many years, and I never knew you had such a health problem." Dumbledore stood beside the bed, his blue pupils seemed to be calculating some possibility sex.

"Albus, don't say—" Nicole Flamel's body, which had softened a little earlier, began to stiffen again.

"I can guess—is it related to that student?" The snow-white walls of the medical wing were quite pale reflected in Dumbledore's crescent-shaped glasses.

Just now, there were only Nico and that suspicious Hufflepuff in the principal's office, and now Nico's situation made him very uneasy.

"No, Albus, don't ask me any questions—" Nicole Flamel shrank back, buried his head in the pillow, and covered it with his hands, as if he didn't want to make any more noise.

Dumbledore stayed quietly beside the bed, waiting for several minutes without any response.

"Nicole, I know you're uncomfortable, but I'm sorry, I suspect that student is something other than human... As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I—" Dumbledore's expression seemed a little helpless, as if he had no choice but to .

"No, it's none of your business, not your business—" the alchemist still buried his head in the pillow.

Sighing, Dumbledore tucked his old friend up, and opened the door to the hospital wing.

"Albus-"

Dumbledore stood still.

"Don't provoke him, he won't threaten you, or the little wizard here—" the alchemist mumbled in the quilt.

Dumbledore's crescent glasses gleamed slightly, and he closed the door.

Judging from the extent of Nicole's fear, it should not be the first time he and that Moores have known each other, so Moles' age is probably a fake.Nico said, "It's nothing to do with you, he won't threaten you, or the little wizard here," which means that Moores will only do things that scare Nico.And Nicole said "don't provoke him" to show that Moores has become so strong that he is already strong - Albus Dumbledore is completely irresistible -

Dumbledore remembered the pitch-black Invisibility Cloak in Lupine's mouth.Perhaps this Mr. Meers really came from there—from the ancient, forgotten hell.

A gust of wind blew over, Dumbledore's white beard was fluttered, and the sun slanted into the corridor, spreading warmth.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, he has always kept a secret—that is, in the unknown space below Hogwarts, there is really an ancient dragon sleeping soundly, in the guardian land, on the other side of the legend. Dragons come from there.

Snape has been in a good mood recently, because the brainless sea urchin baby monster that someone entrusted to him seems to have finally evolved a little bit of intelligence.

Only a little bit of course.

"Damn it, add half a teaspoon, not half an ounce!" Mr. Snape's annoyed roar continued.

Ever since the noble vengeful lizard Ferrigus revealed the fact that Fluffy was invulnerable to fire and water in order to avenge the baby sea urchin for biting its precious pillow, the little thing that developed such a little intelligence was used by Mr. Snape It is used for the primary extraction of various dangerous and highly corrosive agents in labor.

"Snake fang powder - add this all in." Snape placed an appropriate amount of fang powder on the plate in front of him.

Flaffi blinked his big eyes aggrievedly, stretched out two soft tentacles, and rolled the plate of snake tooth powder over.

"Stir nine times, then simmer for an hour on low heat." Mr. Snape's voice was not as clear as it used to be, it was a little deep and slightly hoarse, and he had already started his youthful voice change period.

"Hey, hey." Flafe looked eagerly at the lizard who was watching from the sidelines.

"It's just the way we saw it the last time—" Ferriges explained just in time, having honed in on the not-so-obvious intent from Fluffy's body language (body?) translate.

"Baji, baji, baji..." Blinking eyes.

"What are you still doing? Poor Fluffy has doubts about even the simple act of stirring a stick?" Snape stared into his dark eyes, as if he wanted to use his eyes to unclog the clogged brain of the baby sea urchin.

"Bah-"

Snape was startled to see the purple sea urchin swell violently, and then swallowed the cauldron and the potion whole in one gulp.

"..." Snape. ==

"..." Ferrigues lizard ⊙O⊙!

...Damn it, I must find Moers to return the goods this time! ! ==#

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"Puchi—" the huge Flaffi spit out the cauldron again, and obediently shrunk. "Hey, hey!" and jumped happily on the floor.

——The pot of things has turned into the raw material that Snape wanted.