I, Hogwarts Second Week

"Oh~ thank you!" Nick, who looked like a skeleton, smiled and nodded slightly towards Owen.

"Oh!" Suddenly he seemed to remember something and explained slowly: "Albus brought you here. If you feel any discomfort, you can take a rest."

As he spoke, he took away many things that the little dark wizard couldn't understand on the table next to Owen's recliner.

"No need, Professor." Owen looked at the greatest alchemist with a strange expression.

He seems to be very - very good to himself?

Speaking of which, Nicolas Flamel must have known about his relationship with Grindelwald!

His grandfather almost blew up the entire Paris with a magic spell. Nick shouldn't be so friendly to him and not hostile to him, but he shouldn't be so gentle either.

"Maybe you're hungry." Nicolème turned around tremblingly. Behind him, on the cabinet against the wall, there were many French delicacies, such as large scallops, French leek pie, French pepper sauce steak, beef stew, etc. .

It's still steaming!

How can I put it, judging from the appearance alone, these things are quite in line with Irving's aesthetics.

At least there is no such superhuman food as Starry Sky Pie.

Hey ~ when it comes to food, he is not polite.

Owen, who looked slightly pale, walked over, picked up a pot of beef stew and stuffed it into his mouth. It was very fragrant and sizzling with oil.

"I don't know if it's to your liking." Nick stood there with a trace of worry in his eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the red glow from Owen's neck to his cheeks again.

Well, his potion worked.

"I'm afraid you'll be bored staying with a 600-year-old man, well - let me show you some of my alchemy products!"

Then he turned around and introduced to him his residence and the shiny things placed on the table.

Only then did Owen have time to seriously look at this mysterious room where the legendary wizard had lived for hundreds of years.

This is a two-story apartment building.

There is an upward spiral staircase in the middle.

The room looked very old, like a safe house rather than a luxurious residence. There were many shelves nested on the walls, which were filled with various bottles and cans, and some even exuded a strange smell.

As the greatest alchemist in the world, there is no doubt that Nick must also be an outstanding master of potions.

Across the stairs, there are two huge long tables, which are filled with various shiny magic props, or alchemy products, huge looking glasses, crystal balls for prophecy, golden scales, etc.

"Hey, I know this crystal ball!"

Owen's eyes flashed with surprise.

I've seen the movie!

This is a prophecy ball, right?

"Oh! This is an invention of mine. It is not very useful, but as an early warning device it is very qualified." Nick held the corner of the table and said slowly, "The key lies in the degree of danger, which is enough to destroy Paris. The danger will be more clearly revealed."

As he spoke, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

After looking at Owen's gray eyes full of surprise and eagerness to try, he couldn't help but said: "Want to try it? Although it's not that accurate, it may give you some inspiration, of course - The Alchemist I hate predictions about things that are beyond my control. The future is not set in stone."

"Of course, just stop here!" As he said this, Owen walked quickly to the crystal ball, put down his bowls and chopsticks, took out a silk scarf from his pocket, wiped his hands, and put his hand on the crystal ball with great interest. on the ball.

But who can stop us from getting a glimpse of the charm of the future?

Even if it's just a corner.

Of course, everyone has different wishes, and Owen's only wish now is when he can become the principal of Hogwarts.

Just kidding, he is quite satisfied with Professor Dumbledore.

Want to see who his future wife is? Or maybe you want to see if he lives with his grandpa again?

Um - Have you ever played Quidditch with Harry and the others to fulfill Professor Sprout's dream?

Ah~ will the old headmaster regain his former enthusiasm in Godric's Hollow some midsummer?

And Miss Granger, has she ever become the Minister of Magic? If it really comes to pass, given their relationship, it shouldn't be a problem to have a ministerial post!

Little girl Hannah is also worrying. This child is a bit naive and always feels that she will be deceived.

Did Luna carve his name into the ceiling of her room?

Suddenly a lot of wishes came to Owen's head.

He remembered that there seemed to be a saying in his previous life that when you can't decide on a choice, you can flip a coin to decide. What matters is not which side you dropped, but which side you hoped for when you threw it into the sky.

He seems to have a lot of hopes!

This made him open his eyes wide and stare at the crystal ball expectantly.

He saw that the moment he touched the originally transparent crystal bottle, a mass of dark ink gushes out.

Then the ink-colored smoke gathered more and more, and soon gathered into a ball.

"Hey~ there are so many people!"

In the smoke, Owen was surprised to find that many familiar figures appeared in his future. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Hannah, Justin, and even Fleur, whom he had just met yesterday, all appeared in his future. in a certain fragment.

Dozens of people, hundreds of people.

They seemed to be surrounding themselves.

With unspeakable sadness on his face, he saw Hermione falling into Harry's arms, tears running down her cheeks and dripping on the ground.

He saw——

At this moment, the image of the crystal ball became dim, like a flickering incandescent lamp, as if it would go out in the next second.

"Oh~ He seems to be broken." Nick on the side suddenly took out his wand and tapped the crystal ball lightly with the tip of the wand. Then the picture flashed suddenly and everything became clear again.

"Ho! I have indeed become the principal of Hogwarts. Hey, that's what I'm saying! It's time for the old principal to retire. How old is he? The teaching staff of Hogwarts should have become younger and caught up with the times. "

In the golden auditorium, dozens or hundreds of people surrounded him, applauding enthusiastically.

Dumbledore stood up from the big golden chair. He touched his hair kindly, walked past the crowd, past professors, countless reporters and some senior officials of the Ministry of Magic whom he had never seen before, and led Looking at him, he sat on the chair that belonged to the principal.

At that moment, countless fireworks shot up in the auditorium, dyeing the ceiling colorful.

"Extraordinary, kid." Nick smiled and took Owen's hand off the crystal ball, "Few wizards can achieve such an achievement, not even Albus, not even me, at your age. excellent."

"You will become the most important driving force in changing this wizarding world!" he said.

"But, remember what I said?"

"Based on the present, Professor." Owen once again picked up his bowl that was bigger than his head, scooped a spoonful of beef into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Yes, based on the present." Nick patted Owen on the shoulder, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

But this wisp of sadness that should have been floating in the air fell right into Owen's eyes.

He ate into Hesai's mouth, covering up the truest expression on his face, and his eyes passed over the crystal ball.

The calm sea in my heart is filled with waves.

Then, Nick Flamel introduced his other works.

Among a bunch of dazzling alchemical creations, the door to this room that struck Owen as most magical was the door.

Opposite the wooden spiral staircase is the large wooden door leaving the house, with a huge clock hanging on the door.

There is only one hand in the clock, and it does not point to time, but to countless places.

Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Paris Opera House, Devonshire streets, the Ministry of Magic, and dozens more places.

Just as Owen was thinking, the only pointer suddenly jumped from the streets of Devon to Notre Dame de Paris. Then the door opened wide and an old man with a white beard walked in from the door.

It's Dumbledore!

Behind him, the stretch of the Seine River and the towering Gothic Christian church buildings tell the story of its location all the time.

"Here, how can a portkey be used like this?" Owen looked at the wooden door in shock, and he could tell at a glance that it was a portkey.

But——it shouldn’t be able to connect to several places!

As we all know, the location of a door key is unique. The same item cannot become a door key twice and take you to different places.

This is determined by the magic anchor point, just like a person cannot go left and right at the same time.

As far as Owen knew, the only portkey that traveled to different places twice was the golden prayer wheel that Dumbledore brought him to France. The last time its anchor point was Bhutan.

But after all, it has been decades since then. It is normal for Lao Dengtou to modify the anchor point.

But this one.

"How did you do it?" Owen stared at the legendary alchemist with great interest.

A Howl's Moving Castle has sprouted in my heart.

"Oh! This is my invention three hundred years ago." Old Nick said very proudly, then introduced Dumbledore and Owen, and the three of them sat on the sofa. "It failed many times. I remember one failed experiment that plunged the entire neighborhood into turmoil of time and space. It took a lot of effort from the Ministry of Magic to calm down that magical disaster."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you. It's very simple - for a talented little wizard like you!" Nick said cheerfully.

Owen felt warm in his heart after hearing this.

Look, what does it mean to be gifted, what does it mean to be extraordinary, what does it mean to be extremely smart.

Forget it.

He touched his hair, which had grown ears. Fortunately, it was all at 0.0

"Did the investigation yield any results? Albus."

Next to the furry chair is a round table with three glasses of sparkling water.

The air was squeezed out of the water, as if it were boiling.

"Some gains, but not much. It seems I have to spend some more time." The old principal's eyes passed over Owen without leaving a trace, and then fell on his old friend, "This period of time will be troublesome. You took care of him.”

I'm on vacation tomorrow. I've been working for seven or eight days in a row, knock knock knock! ! ! Crazy to earn money for the boss, it seems that the company is about to go bankrupt! ε=(ο｀*))) Alas, I can’t bear with my conscience because I didn’t make any money for my boss! ah! ! ! My conscience, my conscience! ! !

oh! I have no conscience, that's okay.