I wield a sword at Hogwarts

He knocked at the door, but no one answered.

Just when John was wondering whether he should sneak in, the closed door suddenly opened.

The trembling old man looked thin and his hair was already silvery white. He looked surprised when he saw John.

"You are finally here. Please come in and have a cup of tea. I remember the tea is placed in the cabinet."

As the old man spoke, he opened the door to let John in. He talked to himself, like an old man with a bad memory.

"Please wait a moment, I still need to find a book."

John walked in and saw a lot of things around him.

There are many silver utensils on the table, some look like tweezers and some look like silver chopsticks.

John sat inside, and the teapot next to him jumped out. The tea can opened and tea leaves flew out and jumped in.

The teapot shook its round body, and a stream of clear water appeared from inside.

As the teapot shakes, the water and tea leaves inside change, and a pot of freshly brewed black tea is completed.

John was very surprised to see that the teapot was full of traces of alchemy.

The old man seemed to be rummaging for something there, and books were placed on the ground or on the table.

Then he put them all into a handbag.

Although there are so many books packed into it, the handbag has not changed at all.

John knew that it was using the Traceless Stretching Charm.

After finishing everything, the old man stood satisfied for a while before coming over.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. These things have been stored for so long that sometimes I can't even remember where I put them."

The old man stretched out his hand to shake John's hand, and John looked at his trembling appearance and touched him gently.

As soon as they touched it, the old man's hand was as fragile as a cookie that had been left out for a long time, causing the old man to cry out in pain.

John was so frightened that he thought he had struck too hard.

"It's okay." The old man looked at John's worried expression and said, "Hello John Wick, my name is Nico Flamel."

Nico Flamel, whom John had always longed for, appeared in front of him.

He didn't look good, at least from John's point of view, this body was already on the verge of breaking.

"Originally, I should have taught you in person, but the events of this year have delayed me for a long time. However, my diary tells me that you are very talented."

Nico Flamel handed the bag containing all the books to John with a smile on his face.

The diary was made by him personally. Not only did it have the projection of young Nico, but it could also communicate remotely with Nico Flamel.

These books were given to John by Nico Flamel, and they contain some of the notes and insights he left behind after becoming immortal.

John pondered for a moment and said, "Is it because of the Philosopher's Stone?"

He is not a fool, Nico Flamel seems to be delivering his last words now.

Judging from Dumbledore's announcement of the destruction of the Sorcerer's Stone, Nico Flamel should be ending his immortality.

Nico Flamel shook his head and said with a smile: "Child, everyone will die. If it weren't for your appearance, the Sorcerer's Stone would have been destroyed in June."

He was indeed dying, and the elixir left behind was only enough to last for this year.

This great alchemical legend who had lived for 665 years was about to end his long life. If John hadn't appeared, he might not have had the idea of ​​accepting a student.

Through Dumbledore's introduction and the information fed back from the diary, he felt that John was the most suitable person for his inheritance.

John was a little disappointed. He thought he had finally found a teacher who could teach alchemy. Unexpectedly, he met and parted immediately.

This was the former home of Nico Flamel, who would have lived in seclusion in Devon until his death.

After accepting the handbag, John felt heavier and heavier.

"Teacher, who is that person outside?"

Thinking of the man he met today, John asked his question.

Nico Flamel smiled after hearing this title. Although they had just met, they felt like teachers and students who had known each other for a long time.

"That one is a Death Eater. Even if Voldemort is defeated, he is still spying on his next rebirth."

At the mention of that name, Nico Flamel's expression turned solemn.

This old man had experienced two eras of Dark Lords, and he knew very well that Voldemort's desire for immortality could be described as pathological.

Even now, twelve years after his fall, his followers are still searching for Nico Flamel with the intention of resurrecting their master.

Nico Flamel was temporarily separated from his wife and returned to his former home in order to teach John, a student.

John also lived with the teacher during the remaining vacation time.

He greedily absorbed the knowledge of alchemy. The old man's erudition was not limited to one field. He had a master-level understanding of runes, magic spells, and magical animals.

As time passed, John was like a sponge, absorbing it all.

Nico Flamel was very satisfied with this student. Alchemy requires talent and perseverance in intellectual exploration.

John had both of these qualities, and he saw a shadow of himself in this student.

The same obsession with alchemy and the thirst for knowledge.

The Philosopher's Stone on John was destroyed.

With the only man in the world who has refined the Philosopher's Stone by his side, John doesn't feel it's a pity.

When time was running out, John knew it was time to say goodbye.

"John, you are the most gifted student I have ever seen."

Nico Flamel is leaving to spend his last days with his wife.

But teaching a student like John also gave him a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. "The exploration on the road of alchemy will never stop. The Philosopher's Stone is not your end but your starting point."

He has taught John the refining method of the Magic Stone. Standing on the shoulders of giants, John naturally sees higher, and Nico Flamel also has higher expectations for him.

By the time John became a new generation of alchemical giants, it was a pity that Nico Flamel was long gone.

John hugged the teacher, his movements gentle and full of reluctance.

Nico Flamel was very open-minded. He was not afraid of death. On the contrary, death to him was like working for a long time and finally having a place to lie down and sleep.

With the departure of Nicolas Flamel, it means that John's trip in France has come to an end.

John went to Beauxbatons and took out the diary.

Fleur was very sad to leave John, one of the few friends she had.

"Fleur we will meet again, perhaps not at Beauxbatons but at Hogwarts."

John grinned. He remembered that there seemed to be a plot where several schools were competing.

Beauxbatons is one of them.

It's not impossible for Fleur to appear as a student of Beauxbatons.

He handed a badge to Fleur.

Fleur reluctantly said: "Remember to write to me. Your owl is a little fat. Let it exercise more."

The despised Basil was innocently shot.

Naturally, John agreed simply and neatly. After the two said goodbye, John came to the hiding place and wandered around the square. He finally found the drunkard selling the portal.

After John left, the drunkard was hung on the statue and his wand was thrown into the ditch.

"Let you trick me!"

John was determined to retaliate. He was cheated of three Galleons, so John hung the drunkard on it for three days.

Chapter 43 Dursley and Scare

"John, you're back. Your mother's face has not been good these days."

John returned home after a month away from home. Watson was happy to see him back at first, and then looked at the kitchen cautiously.

"You didn't do what you promised your mother, but my father knows that you must have been delayed by other things."

Although Watson usually looks like a grown-up child, he is never confused about important matters.

Mrs. Wick's mood was a great deal to him.

John's heart became heavy when he heard this, and he spent the last week studying at Nico Flamel's house.

The Loyalty Charm was cast there, and the owl couldn't find its location, so I didn't go through the process of writing letters that I needed to do every week.

This made Mrs. Wick completely angry. She rarely got angry, but when she got angry she was hard to coax.

The last time Mrs. Wick was angry and had a cold war with Watson for a week, the result was that John could only live on bread with various dips.

John shuddered at the thought of Watson's poor craftsmanship.

Fortunately, he made preparations and came back. When he came to the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Wick who was cold-faced and silent.

The beautiful and generous Mrs. Wick was as angry as a little girl. John showed a flattering smile despite his cold eyes and took out the perfume he bought from Paris from his suitcase.

"This is the perfume I bought specifically for my mother in France."

John shamelessly started acting cute and looked at his mother pitifully.

Originally, Mrs. Wick was still angry with John for not writing to her, but after seeing this, her anger disappeared within three seconds.

However, as a mother, Mrs. Wick still criticized John harshly.

"Little John, you haven't grown up yet. How could you forget to write a letter to your mother when you go to such a dangerous place in a foreign country by yourself?"

When John accepted the criticism, he nodded and bowed just like Watson.

Watson watched from the outside, looking as if he was a teachable child with a pleased expression.

After making his mother happy, before John returned to the room, Watson brought him a lot of letters.

"These are all sent to you by your friends, but one owl is too old and has hit the mailbox several times."

Watson puts the letter down and leaves because he hears Mrs. Wick's warning about the danger for him going upstairs wearing leather shoes.

John opened the top letter, which was from Hermione. It contained a list of books that Hermione had read this holiday.

John picked out Hermione's letters and read them one by one. The last letter mentioned Harry. During this holiday, there was no news from Hermione about her letters to Harry.

After reading, John picked up some others, including Ron's and Hagrid's, and there were actually three letters from Malfoy.

He opened them all and looked at them one by one. Except for Malfoy's, all of them mentioned Harry.

There was no reply to the letters they sent to Harry, asking if John knew anything.

"Harry won't be captured by the Ministry of Magic, right?"

John thought about his magic runaway that day, and began to worry whether Harry had been captured by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, he had taken the blame, and John was going to see what happened.

Hiding the unicorn hair wand at home, John walked downstairs with the wand.

By acting coquettishly, John gets a freshly baked apple pie from Mrs. Wick.

After finding a random box to put it in, John came to No. 4 Privet Drive and knocked on the door.

"who is it?"

By chance, a little fat man opened the door.

Dudley smelled apple pie and opened the door before his mother could.

I thought it was a big surprise that could make up for the feast that Harry ruined a few days ago, but it turned out to be a big surprise, but the surprise was much bigger than the joy.

"It's you, John Wick!"

Dudley screamed loudly, the little fat guy had a decent lung capacity.

Petunia Dursley, who was originally wondering who it was, heard Dudley's scream and hurried out to check.

Seeing John, she had not forgotten that the child had appeared at King's Cross Station with Harry's group of wizarding friends.