Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 104 Nick Flamel in Contrast

"Mr. Nick Flamel?" Hera opened his eyes and saw Nick sitting on the sofa. He finally woke up, even earlier than Hera.

"Hera, I'm sorry for letting you see that scene. I thought you would arrive a little later." Nick waved his hand, didn't say anything, just sat on the sofa.

Hera's brows were tightly locked together, he still couldn't figure out why Nick Flamel had to pretend to be that way before?
Obviously now looks full of energy!

"Is it hard to understand?" Nick laughed and snapped his fingers casually. "Manlan, prepare dinner for us, I'm a little hungry."

Manglan didn't even show up, and there were only a few dishes on the coffee table, which looked very delicious, not weaker than Cowper's cooking skills.

"Let's eat first, you must have a lot of questions." Nick smiled wryly, and took the lead in eating with a knife and fork.

Hera hesitated, but decided to eat first.

Today, apart from breakfast, he only drank a glass of warm milk, and his stomach is also screaming.

Nick only moved a few mouthfuls, and then gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

He smiled and looked at Hera who was eating steak, and said softly:
"Hera, I don't have much time left. I have a wish. I hope that Beauxbatons can once again stand tall in the French Republic and in Europe."

"Huh?" Hera was startled by Nick's words, "What do you mean?"

"I hope you can go to Beauxbatons to teach after the next school year." Nick looked at Hera kindly, completely oblivious to how surprised Hera was by his words.

Hera put down the knife and fork, already knowing that Nick must have a purpose for letting her come, but she didn't expect that it would be such an explosive message.

"Mr. Flamel, you know, Professor Dumbledore's side." Hera frowned, and the meal seemed even harder to swallow than she imagined.

"Oh, I'll explain it to him." Nick waved his hand, his face flushed.

Hera sat on the sofa, far away from the dinner plate on the table, and said cautiously: "Please forgive me for thinking about this matter carefully."

"It's totally reasonable." Nick raised his eyebrows, and he stretched out his hand towards Hela again, "Keep eating, my appetite is not very good, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Uh" Hera hesitated for a moment, then picked up the knife and fork decisively and continued to eat.

"Eat, eat, I've heard about you at Hogwarts, you are brave and resourceful, you are quite outstanding, even more dazzling than Albus when he was young." Nick did not hesitate to praise himself.

Fortunately, Hera was thick-skinned enough, and she responded verbally, eating like a gust of wind, without the elegance of an aristocrat at all.

In fact, Hera was not an aristocrat at all.

Waiting quietly for Hera to finish eating, Nick said again: "The underground library is open to you, you can go in and browse. If you need any magic materials, just ask Mang Lanti, he will satisfy you. If you have any questions, you can also come to me."

Hera's brows were furrowed even tighter. He couldn't understand Nick's intentions at all. What was he planning?

What is really worth plotting about him?

However, for Hera, being able to browse through the library to her heart's content is already a great wealth.

"Okay, sir." Hera lowered her head slightly, clasping her right hand to her chest, expressing her respect.

"Your room is on the second floor. Manglan should be ready."

"Thank you." Hera frowned even more tightly.

"Is there any doubt? You have been frowning."

Hera pursed her lips, but in the end she didn't directly raise her doubts, but only considered her tone, and raised a doubt that had been bothering her before.

"Do you know why the Dark Lord became the way he is? I mean even though he's turned into steam and shadows and doesn't even have a body, but he's still alive."

Nick hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "I believe you must have asked Dumbledore the same question, right?"

Hera didn't say anything, just nodded.

"It's a very, very evil thing." Nick leaned on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief. "Simply speaking, Voldemort split his soul and hid part of it in something outside his body. That way, even if his body was attacked or damaged, he couldn't die, because part of his soul remained in the world, unharmed. But, of course, in this form, he's worse than a ghost, worse than the humblest wandering spirit, but he's still alive."

"Very few people would think that way, right?" Hera asked in bewilderment, "There must be very few people like that, at least death would be more pleasant."

"But he's Voldemort," Nick said firmly, seeming very proud that he saw through Voldemort's setup.

"I think I understand it." Hera knew the second part of Nick's words. The power-hungry Voldemort would definitely not want to accept the fact that he would die of old age one day, and would frantically seek any possible way to obtain immortality.

Even if you want to look like a ghost or a ghost.

"Okay, let's go, have you bothered me, the old man? Go to the library." Nick waved his hand and let Hera go.

Hera scratched her face, was his intention so obvious?

Isn't it that the ass is almost off the sofa?

"Remember where the library is?"

"remember."

"Go."

Hera got up and bowed slightly, didn't ask any more questions, and walked directly to the direction in memory.

He really didn't want to continue listening. Originally, he just wanted to satisfy his curiosity, but he didn't expect to know such a shocking secret.

It's just that Nick can say it frankly, and Dumbledore must be clear about it.

But Dumbledore was obviously hiding this matter, maybe he didn't tell anyone.

Also, why did Nick pretend to be weak?

Who is he cheating?

Dumbledore?

Or someone else?

Hera rubbed his temples, he felt a little headache.

At first, he just wanted to follow Quirrell's hand to deceive some Galleons, but somehow got involved in the middle of the Black and White Demon King, and now there is even an extra Nick Flamel!
"It's such a headache!" Hera patted his head, he needs to calm down, otherwise this knowledge won't enter his head!

"By the way, Manglan!" Hera softly called Manglan's name, and a small figure appeared beside her.

"Sir, I am here."

"Help me prepare a ripe mandrake."

"Is there anything else you need?" Mang Lan nodded, signaling it to keep this in mind.

"Also, help me prepare a calming potion."

　Shallow water is noisy, deep water is silent. — Shelley

　　
　
(End of this chapter)