Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 270 Nico Flamel’s visit

"Mr. Longbottom, let's take one last photo."

"Mr. Longbottom, you must remember to write to me, otherwise I won't have an owl to find Hogwarts on its own initiative."

"Mr. Longbottom, can you give me your home address?"

In short, amid a murmur of nagging and reluctance, Stacey finally said goodbye to Neville.

After the little girl was taken away by Moon, Ron nudged Neville with his elbow.

"She will definitely never forget you, the tall and mighty man who saved her."

Even those who have decided not to stutter are still unable to control their embarrassment at this time: "Don't talk nonsense. She will definitely be very angry if she knows."

"Why is she angry?" Simo looked a little confused.

"Well, that's what it means anyway." Neville didn't know how to explain it. He just made random remarks about a girl falling in love with someone and making him angry no matter what he thought.

"Okay, okay." Ron nodded: "So you remember her home address, right?"

"Yes, remember." Neville nodded seriously.

Seamus laughed: "No need for a memory ball? Or write it down on paper."

Neville glanced at the two friends and smiled: "I don't need these things anymore."

After being forced and violently forced by his teacher to memorize knowledge, Neville found that his memory problems gradually improved a lot.

Moreover, ever since I was in the basement, my memories came flooding back like a tide.

Everything seems to be restored.

No, to be more precise, my memory is more than a little better than before.

But I haven't told my grandma yet about the things I recalled about the past.

Because I don’t want grandma to worry too much.

Just as they were talking, an old man covered in white robes suddenly came into view.

This old man was extremely thin, his cheeks were sunken, and his skin was extremely pale. Ron even wondered if he was Draco's grandfather or something.

In his mind, only Draco's family had such pale skin.

Many people in the school also saw this old man. His steps were very small, and it felt like every step he took was extremely difficult because his muscles could no longer support the long and large pulling of his legs.

"He is designated to be over two hundred years old." Ron whispered.

At the same time, Neville took a step forward and whispered: "Sir, do you need help?"

"Oh" the old man sighed and was surprised: "You must be a student of Hogwarts."

"It can still be okay, yes." Neville nodded, with a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Of course, we all are."

"Oh, sorry, I asked a silly question. What I want to ask is, are you all from Gryffindor?" The old man's voice was soft and soft.

"This is true." Seamus smiled: "We are both Gryffindors, how do you know that? Old gentleman."

"Intuition." The old man smiled.

"Okay, where are you going? Do you need our help?" Ron said.

"Thank you for your concern. If possible, can you take me to the entrance of Principal Dumbledore's office? I haven't been here for a long time. I heard it is on the eighth floor," the old man said.

"Come this way, do you want me to give you a hand?" Ron said, taking the initiative to hold the old man's hand.

Click——

Suddenly, cold sweat fell from Ron's face.

"Oh, it's okay." The old man calmly gave it a break on his hand and straightened the bones again.

Then, he put his hand on Ron's shoulder: "Don't mind."

"Not at all." Ron swallowed, still thinking about the 'click! ’

‘Did that break the bones? ’

"I heard that a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor came to your school recently. He has successfully avoided the curse of the mysterious man and is taking courses for the second semester."

"Ah, yes, Professor Jones." Neville nodded.

"I heard from Dumbledore that he is very proficient in alchemy." The old man asked curiously.

"I don't know much about this. The professor only teaches us Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he is very good at dueling." Ron's tone was full of pride.

"I see, so is he here now?"

"Sorry, the professor just left, two minutes before you got here."

"Oh, what a shame," muttered the old man.

After such a short conversation, they quickly reached the third floor, and then Neville wanted to explain to the old man that he could take the magic staircase from here to the eighth floor.

But the old man suddenly clapped his hands: "Ah, I remembered, this is the entrance, and I made this gargoyle."

Just as he was whispering, the gargoyle on the wall suddenly woke up and said: "Password."

The next moment, its tone suddenly changed, as if it had seen something extraordinary.

"Father?"

"Oh, child, they never call me this respectful but estranged name." The old man said helplessly.

"Well, the principal is up there. Nice to see you." With that said, the gargoyle opened the door.

"Me too." The old man smiled: "Nice to see you again."

After that, he walked into the spiral staircase and turned around: "Young people, I'm glad to see you."

Then the door slowly closed.

"You called him father?" Ron looked at the gargoyle in surprise: "Is he the founder of Hogwarts?"

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A strange and very human expression appeared on the gray and black face of the gargoyle: "Listen, Hogwarts not only has ancient things, but also the guns and cannons in the warehouse, the cats in the paintings, and With me, it’s all old stuff, and that’s part of the heritage.”

"And guns and cannons?" Seamo's eyes lit up.

The gargoyle glanced at him: "That was the thing that was used to drive away Peeves."

"Driving Peeves away? Well, they must have failed." Ron muttered quietly: "So who was that person just now?"

The gargoyle stone beast had closed its eyes and stopped paying attention to the others.

"Who is it?" A voice appeared behind several people.

Her hair was messy, like a little lion with fried hair, bags under her eyes were bulging, she was very tired, and her whole person seemed listless.

"I think I know who that person was?"

"So you've been following us?" Ron looked at Hermione in surprise.

"Following you? God, I just got out of Muggle Studies."

"I always thought it was strange that you were taking this class. Also, how many classes do you have to take?" Seamus interjected from the side.

"Many, many!" Hermione didn't want to discuss this topic: "I guess the person just now was Nico Flamel."

"Who is that?" Simo was a little confused.

However, at this time, both Neville and Ron froze in place: "Wait. What did you say?"

"Nicholas Flamel?"

"Yes, remember, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel are good friends." Hermione explained: "And today newspapers have begun to report on the Anglo-Greek Expo, and it is said that Nicolas Flamel will also release it. The Philosopher’s Stone is here for people to visit, and Nico must be here for this now.”

"What the hell is the Yingxi Expo? You want to take out the magic stone? The magic stone that can give you immortality?!"

Now it was Hermione's turn to stay put.

“Don’t you all pay attention to the newspapers?!”