The Admiral of Hogwarts

"Without a doubt, the current situation is clearly wrong." After walking to a magical puppet standing quietly in the forest and casting a spell, Hugo's doubts grew stronger.

Because in the previous battle, these puppets would attack as soon as they saw them, but now, although these puppets still flowed with magic like before, they had completely lost their reaction to the outside world.

Even when Hugo released a shattering spell on this puppet just now, it didn't react in any way to dodge or counterattack.

Soon, Hugo led the four ship girls to the periphery of the tent. Contrary to what he had imagined, the camp, which should have been heavily guarded, now seemed particularly quiet.

After eliminating several magic traps set up on the periphery, the five people simply walked all the way to the tent door without encountering any obstacles.

"It would be great if there were no hostages inside." Looking at the tent a dozen meters away, Johnston showed a helpless expression. "We can just use artillery to flatten the tent."

"Maybe this is life." Hugo shrugged helplessly, then looked at the magic tents in front of him.

Just at this moment, a mechanical roar came from the sky and grew closer and closer. Then, several palm-sized fighter planes swooped down from the sky and circled around Hugo and his companions.

"We have sunk the White Robe Society's fleet in the surrounding area." Just as the planes appeared in Hugo's line of sight, Enterprise contacted them through the Admiral Network.

"So I was able to spare these fighter planes to help you complete the reconnaissance mission. Now, I have transferred control of them to you."

"In addition, there are two bomber squadrons and one fighter squadron about two thousand meters above you. As long as you give the order, they will support you at any time."

"Of course, the most important thing is that Saint George is currently in those support planes. If there is any real danger, she will parachute to the ground at the fastest speed and provide you with assistance."

"Thank you." After hearing what Enterprise said, Hugo quickly thanked her, then controlled the fighter planes to rush into the tent entrance together.

The moment these planes rushed into the room, a powerful force swept through the entire tent, then destroyed the planes. However, strangely, the powerful energy was confined within the tent, without even a trace of leakage.

Feeling the powerful magical threat, the four destroyer ship girls simultaneously deployed their ship equipment and prepared to launch an attack. At the same time, a ball of holy flame lit up beside Hugo, and then Saint George rode out of the flames on a steed composed purely of light.

But Hugo quickly issued an order to stop the ship girls from attacking, because in the one second before the fighter planes were destroyed, he clearly saw the specific situation inside the tent.

Contrary to the heavily guarded situation he had imagined, the entire tent was now in a strange silence. Although the people were either standing or sitting, they looked no different from normal.

But if you looked closely, you would find that the people's eyes were empty, as if they had completely lost their self-awareness.

Even more strangely, all the members of the White Robe Society were unconscious at this time and had been piled up in the center of the tent, looking like a pile of firewood after a snowfall.

The reason why Hugo stopped everyone from attacking was that on the one hand, the ship girls did not feel any murderous intent coming from the room, and on the other hand, in just that one second, he recognized who was sitting next to the pile of White Robe Society members.

"Young man outside the door, come in." An old voice came from the tent. "Of course, those—those girls beside you can come in together too."

"The person inside is very powerful, but I am confident that I can hold him here and cover your escape." Saint George's voice echoed in Hugo's mind through the Admiral Network.

"Because I can feel that the other party's vitality is like a candle in the wind, and this will greatly limit the other party's ability to exert his power in battle—"

"Don't worry, the person inside shouldn't have any malice towards us." Hugo stopped Saint George's analysis, then said to the ship girls around him. "Let's go in now."

"If you wish—" The ship girls nodded to Hugo at the same time, then surrounded him in a defensive posture and nervously walked into the tent.

The situation in this tent looked almost the same as before Hugo and the others set off, and there were not many traces of battle left. It was just that there was a pile of people in the center of the tent. This showed one thing, that the other party had almost instantly wiped out this group of White Robe Society members.

Just as Hugo was sighing at the skill of the visitor, a cracking sound came from behind the tent curtain, and then something with six legs, looking like a mechanical beetle, turned out from behind a cloth curtain.

This thing was clearly similar to a wheelchair, except that the mechanical legs replaced the wheels, giving the wheelchair greater stability and off-road capability.

An old man was sitting in the wheelchair. He had white hair, wore a loose robe, and his face was full of the traces of time, pale and without a trace of blood, only his eyes still revealed a wise light.

"I am very glad to see you, Mr. Nicolas Flamel." After seeing who was sitting in that mechanically powered thing, Hugo bowed with a heartfelt respect, and then said in French.

"How did you guess my identity?" After Hugo's words fell, the old man laughed all of a sudden, and then asked. Sure enough, 600 years of time had not become a burden on the old man's heart.

"Because I have read a lot of books related to alchemy, and there are portraits of you on them." Hugo said. Compared with the pictures in the ordinary human world, the pictures in the wizarding world look like photos or even animated pictures, so they are very easy to recognize.

"Hahaha, this is just an extra benefit of living long. In fact, I am also an ordinary explorer on this path."

Hearing Hugo say this, Nicolas Flamel, or as he is called in England, Nicholas Lemay, smiled and shook his head, then looked at them. "At least on this road, you are no less than me."

"Uh—sorry, what do you mean by this?" A puzzled expression appeared on Hugo's face, because he really didn't understand why this alchemy master would say this to him.

Although as far as his peers are concerned, having several ship girls and a complete set of runic knowledge, he can be regarded as an outstanding person, but compared with this great alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years, he is at most just an apprentice.

"Of course, it's your followers." Nicholas Lemay gently raised his hand and pointed to the ship girls behind Hugo. "I have been pursuing the power of alchemy all my life, but I didn't realize that artificial life really exists until I saw them."

"Since you are also learning alchemy, then you should know that the top products of alchemy, in addition to the legendary fifth element, that is, the Philosopher's Stone, the other is artificial alchemical life."

"And your companions are naturally alchemical creatures on par with the Philosopher's Stone."