HP Magic Biography

The conversation went on pleasantly? Dumbledore asked, after getting Fudge's permission...well, well, Dumbledore just took him out of the Ministry of Magic Apparating. 【】

Okay, what about the Ministry of Magic banning apparition?

It's not bad. Fan Lin said, It's just some irrelevant things.

Yeah. Dumbledore nodded. He didn't even mean to ask Fan Lin. Dumbledore was the one who knew his own affairs best. He didn't think Umbridge could learn from Fan Lin. What to get there.

This is? Fan Lin looked around, and they came to this area after they came out of the shape-changing space.

The wilderness of France?

If my spell is correct, this should be the foot of the Pyrenees. Dumbledore said.

Beauxbatons is really located in the Pyrenees? Fan Lin asked, but when he looked over, the location here was far away from that distant mountain.

Are you sure you don't need to Apparate again? Fan Lin asked, this is really too far away, is there any magic to hide Beauxbaton?

Oh, of course, said Dumbledore, I don't think we need to Apparate again.

It's hard for us to walk over like this? Fan Lin asked. It seemed incredible. He was an exchange student sent by Hogwarts, and the person next to him was the headmaster of Hogwarts, who was also recognized as the headmaster of Hogwarts. The greatest wizard of the century.

Then the two visited Beauxbaton, but they had to leave?

If it were Professor McGonagall, he would definitely go crazy. Professor McGonagall pays great attention to etiquette and majesty.

Fan Lin remembered that when he went out to visit Beauxbatons, he always traveled in a chariot horse-drawn carriage. Although it was considered a luxury, it was very Beauxbatons, wasn't it?

Think about it, a gorgeous and elegant chariot carriage, and then a group of beautiful and passionate French girls step down.

No matter how you look at it, it is more appropriate than their walking.

Don't pay too much attention to the appearance, many times these are superfluous. Dumbledore said lightly, as if he touched something, and then he wiped it lightly with his hand, and Fan Lin faintly saw that there was more in front of him. what.

Please come in. Dumbledore said, he motioned for Fan Lin to follow, and then walked in through the hole that looked like a portal.

Fan Lin quickly followed.

Not surprisingly, they touched the magic barrier, which was probably Beauxbaton's defensive barrier.

Is it not good for Dumbledore to directly tear open a door like this? Treated as an enemy by the people of Beauxbatons?

Fan Lin couldn't help but shook his head. The idea was undoubtedly crazy, and it was also very unrealistic. To regard Dumbledore as an enemy? I'm afraid only a guy like Voldemort would think so.

Fudge is an exception, he is a politician through and through, a fool who is blinded by power, Fan Lin feels that no one can save him.

Yo, Albus, you're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time. An old voice came over, the voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of the throat.

Fan Lin looked up, and saw a huge rune carriage parked not far away, and an old man sitting in a golden chair was watching quietly.

After seeing Dumbledore come in, a smile appeared on the old man's face.

It has to be said that the old man had an ugly smile, his face was wrinkled like bark, covered with the wind and frost of the years.

Logically speaking, this is already considered the dying years. But the old man's skin is surprisingly good, at least there is still a trace of rosy skin. The combination of the two seems very suspicious, but when placed on the old man who is playing something, it makes people feel surprisingly harmonious.

Nicole, I'm sorry, I wasted some time at the Ministry of Magic, our Mr. Al needs to attach a new Zongsi, this is the first time that Zongsi disappeared before reaching the age.

Dumbledore said, he turned slightly to let Fan Lin standing behind him come out.

Hello, Mr. Nicolas, it's an honor for me to see you with my own eyes.

Regarding Nicolas, whether in the wizarding world or the Muggle world, there are legends about Nicolas.

Nicole Flamel was born in 1330. Well-educated, proficient in Latin and Greek, good at calligraphy and copying. In Paris, he made a living by selling books and copying articles, and he also took in students and taught them copying and drawing illustrations. He was often paid by nobles to copy rare manuscripts, so it is possible that he copied alchemy manuscripts.

His ordinary life took a dramatic turn in one night. An angel came to his dream and told him that he would receive a magical book. He had to study it hard and understand it thoroughly to gain the power of extraordinary surprises. . This dream came true, as he records in his manuscript Livre des figures hyeroglyphiques (Book of Hieroglyphs): I have in my hand an ancient and huge book that I bought for 2 florins. It is not like other books. Same paper or parchment, but made of fine smooth young bark. Cover tightly bound in brass, engraved with words or strange symbols...It has 3 sets of 7 pages , including the front page, the seventh page of each group has no text, but on the seventh page of the first group, a wand being swallowed by a giant snake is drawn.

This mysterious document is called The Jewish Book of Abraham (Book of Abraham the Jew). It took Nico Flamel 21 years to gather information before he deciphered it, and finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, Nico Flamel recorded the following words on April 25, 1382: I Always literally follow the instructions in the book, deduce the redstone from the same amount of mercury...and then actually turn the mercury into gold, which is indeed better than ordinary gold, softer and more malleable.

After refining the Philosopher's Stone, he used the wealth gained from alchemy for charity, built fourteen hospitals in Paris, and built and renovated churches.

Finally, he died in his hometown in 1427. After digging the graves of him and his wife, no bodies were found. It is said that he and his wife have become immortal.

Of course, in the wizarding world, there are legends about Flamel, and the most striking point is nothing more than the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

The identity of an alchemist drives people crazy, and the elixir of life is even more so.

In fact, since 1427, Flamel has not appeared in the eyes of Muggles. After all, living for more than 600 years is beyond the scope of Muggles' acceptance.

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