some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 99 The Old Man in Devonshire ([-]rd update)

Devon,
A remote estate.

For hundreds of years, few outsiders have been able to set foot here, including wizards and Muggles.

In the very center of the manor, there is a beautiful room in a perfect square, with a huge single green granite pillar supporting a ten-meter-high dome.

Beethoven's Sixth Symphony resounds in the room, and this great melody comes from a square mirror stand proudly in front of the western wall.

Looking carefully, the mirror turned out to be the Vienna Theatre, with a huge orchestra in it, playing perfectly under the command of a musician with wild hair like a lion.

This room is so strange, the walls are like a kaleidoscope painted with ancient characters... Egyptian, Hebrew, astronomical, alchemical, and other inexplicable symbols.

On a higher level, surrounded by six portraits, each of them held a blood-red stone in their hands, shining like a silent ghost's eye.

The people in these six paintings are not like the previous principals in the principal's office, they are all the same, because all of them are the same person.

It's just that the old people in each painting are exactly one hundred years apart.

The six silently watched the old man in the middle of the room.

Wearing a fashionable dragon leather apron and gloves woven from unicorn feathers, he hunched over and stared at the oversized U-shaped test tube on the laboratory table.

He pushed the black-rimmed glasses with rhino horns on his face, sometimes he underestimated something in his mouth, sometimes he jumped up and down, and sometimes he fell into deep thought.

"Oh, this melody is not good, it's too soft, I need some passion!"

The old man snapped his fingers, and the Beethoven in the mirror frame disappeared, replaced by Bach.

"Oh," he said unhappy, "No Bach, this is the style I liked 200 years ago, let's have some pop style."

The picture in the mirror changed to rock and roll, and the rhythm became more exciting.

——Immigrant Song
If William was here, he would probably hear that this is the bgm of "Thor III".However, this album was released as early as 1970, and it is obviously the latest favorite of the old man.

Satisfied, he shook to the beat.

At the end of the song, he made another single cycle.

I don't know how long it took before a crisp sound sounded, and the toad statue in the right corner said loudly: "In 15 minutes, Albus Dumbledore will arrive at the door."

The old man raised his head and looked at the window not far away, where a giant prophecy ball was placed.

Dumbledore appears in the prophecy ball, and he apparates alone outside the manor, which is obviously 15 minutes later.

"Oh, I forgot about it." The old man patted his head and muttered.

He obviously felt that he had done the experiment for a while, but the whole afternoon passed.

"Not enough time!" he muttered.

"The 100083rd universal elixir experiment failed, record the data, and destroy the semi-finished product directly." The old man instructed.

"Yes!"

A house-elf appeared, wearing gorgeous silk short-sleeved sleeves, toad sunglasses covering green eyes the size of tennis balls, and a turban wrapped around his long ears.

"This is a nice outfit, Hercules, you know how to wear clothes better than your father and grandpa, and you already have my style." The old man grinned.

Hercules bent down and said respectfully, "Thank you for your compliment!"

"Relax." The old man glanced at the distant room and whispered, "Are you free this weekend? I got two tickets to the fashion show...Victoria's Secret..."

Hercules broke out in a cold sweat, and said unnaturally: "If Madam finds out..."

"Hey, if you don't tell me, who would know?" The old man took off his glasses, dripped two drops of potion, and explained: "You probably don't know, my eyes can discover beauty that others can't.

Just talk about Van Gogh. No one wanted his paintings back then, and I bought a lot of them as soon as I sold them. Look, how much are his paintings worth among Muggles now?

I am good at discovering the highlights in advance in the things that everyone rejects, and this is what the fashion show means! "

"Think about it carefully. I still have time. I'll change clothes and meet my old friend. I can tell you that if you don't go, the ticket will be given to Albus!"

The old man walked out of the room quickly, and the music changed to disco again.

— dear little sister

please don't cry
where is your home
I will take you and take you back...

The living room is lit by a column of candles.The candlelight was dim, and the old man leaned on the chair, staring down at the golden cup in his hand, the liquid in the cup was bright red.

After a while, Dumbledore's smile lit up the gloomy living room.

"Good evening, Nicole, are you surprised to know I'm coming this afternoon?" Dumbledore said softly.

He sat down on a dark hand-chiseled dragonskin chair of black walnut.

"It's really surprising, what wind brings you, a busy man?" Nicole Flamel laughed.

A symphony of fate flows slowly.

"Of course it's the secret mission to steal the music mirror." Dumbledore leaned back on his chair and savored the beautiful melody.

"Seriously, I would trade all of my Gringotts possessions for this mirror of yours."

"Don't even think about it, here are my precious concerts recorded for 600 years." Nicole Flamel blinked.

"Or iced lemonade?"

Dumbledore nodded, and a glass of lemonade appeared in his hand.

"Albus, what's the matter?" Nicolas asked after the joke was over.

"I'm on a short business trip today." Dumbledore replied, looking around the gorgeous living room. "Meet the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he should have traveled to Albania, he has some familiar smell."

"Oh," Nicole Flamel's expression remained unchanged, "So he's coming back?"

"Perhaps, but it should take a while." Dumbledore crossed his hands, "But Harry is going to enroll this year."

Nico Flamel looked up at Dumbledore, not seeming particularly concerned about Harry Potter.

"I'm sorry to come to see you like this, Nico, but there's one thing I have to ask you...for help."

"It's still rare." Nicolas smiled.

He didn't know what an old man who hadn't done anything for almost half a century could do for a person who stood at the top of the magic world.

"What's the matter? Just say it." The old man replied.

Dumbledore lowered his voice. "I hope you will consider lending me something - the Philosopher's Stone."

Nico rolled his eyes. "You should know that broken stone has no magic power."

"But Tom doesn't know."

Nicol stared at Dumbledore and suddenly smiled.

"Albus, do you remember the first time you wrote to me?"

Dumbledore was in a trance for a moment, with a trace of pain on his face.

At that time, Dumbledore was only 13 years old. He was a second-year wizard, and he wrote to the famous Nicolas May, asking to lend him the Philosopher's Stone to save his nine-year-old sister.

Because the silent age can hardly exceed ten years old.

And Nicole Flamel actually agreed.

"You know, I'm still grateful for your decision at that time." Dumbledore restrained his pain and said seriously: "If you want, I can refine another Sorcerer's Stone for you at any time."

"Forget about it, you are already very old and can no longer consume life span."

Dumbledore laughed, but still looked distraught.

"Here you are." Nicolas took out a small bag from his pocket and threw it to Dumbledore.

The packet was nothing more than a small box a few centimeters square, wrapped in faded brown wrapping paper and tied with string.

"Seriously, Albus," Nicole said, toying with his new sleek black jacket.

"I have lived for more than 600 years, and I have always understood one thing, this world can lack anyone, including you and me of course.

Don't waste your time like this, it's time to plan for yourself, I don't want to attend your funeral. "

Dumbledore looked down at the box and laughed. "Death is just another great adventure."

Nicolas smiled slightly, "But I haven't seen enough."

"By the way, the kid you mentioned, I wrote to him, is very interesting and talented, just like you back then."

"That's good."

Nicole May looked up at the starry sky, and the melody of the symphony of fate came to his ears. He drank the blood-red liquid in the golden cup in one gulp.

"Fate..."

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(Third update, please recommend tickets, everyone, thank you "Tide X" for the reward)

(End of this chapter)