The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Erwin grimaced, you don't need to talk about this in front of me.

"Of course I don't worry, otherwise I wouldn't have brought him here," Dumbledore said.

"Are you sure?" LeMay's skinny face showed a smile that was not a smile, "The last wizard with outstanding talent who came out of Hogwarts is now a serious problem for the entire British wizarding world."

"And the last one is now the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"So it's an alternate cycle one after another?" Flamel laughed.

"I completely believe in Erwin," Dumbledore said sternly: "He is different from other children, he has already formed complete values ​​at this age, according to my observation of him, he will never walk on the road of the Dark Lord .”

Erwin suddenly felt a little guilty. How much did Dumbledore know about the tricks he did last school year?

"Since you think so, then I don't need to say anything." LeMay looked at Erwin, "I'm confirming with you one last time, little guy, are you sure you want to carry out blood grafting?"

In fact, it is just a multiple-choice question. Without blood grafting, the dragon form and human form are independent of each other and cannot affect each other. Erwin in human form still only has the original level of talent; and performing blood grafting is to suspend the growth of the dragon form. Transfer part of the potential to the human form and become the original wizard in the true sense.

What to choose doesn't require much thought.

In this era when human footprints are all over the world, it is impossible for Erwin to hide in some deep mountains and old forests, and then grow up freely as a dragon. He must be in human form most of the time, and this world is no longer suitable for primitive dragons. Survival, even if it grows into a complete primitive dragon, is it possible to finally build a Dragon Rest Sanctuary for itself?

Since it is still necessary to actively or passively suppress one's own growth in the end, it is very cost-effective to carry out blood grafting now.

But Erwin was more vigilant, "Are you going to sign an exemption agreement with me?"

"Disclaimer agreement?" With two years of experience in Lemay 660, he immediately understood what the boy meant, "Do you think I might fail?"

"After all, you probably haven't had the 'surgery' of grafting the original dragon's blood." Erwin said.

"Not really, but the transformation failed and became half-human half-beast wizards. I have cured at least a thousand of them with my own hands. Most of the ancestors of the wizard families with relatively deep foundations in Britain and France have also asked me to help marry someone. The blood of some special creatures."

Nicole Flamel's tone was rather flat.

Erwin shut up, he is not qualified to question a boss of this level.

"So how long does it take for blood grafting?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's still quite troublesome." Beside Le May, a stack of parchment was suspended in mid-air, and a quill with endless ink was writing and calculating rapidly, "First of all, I will let him drink a special potion for a month... …the total process will take at least four months.”

Dumbledore showed an apologetic expression. The old man in front of him only had half a year left in his life, but most of it would be directly taken up.

"Since I have promised you, I will naturally not break my promise," Le May's tone remained unchanged, as if he had lost most of his feelings because he had lived too long. "It may be my last alchemy work. Although the process is relatively long, it will not take up too much of my time."

Dumbledore turned his gaze to the boy. "You wouldn't be scared if I left you here alone, would you, Erwin?"

Erwin looked at LeMay in the wheelchair. He will spend the next four months in the same room with this skinny old monster. This is simply...

awesome!

More than 600 years of wisdom and experience!That brain may store the most abundant knowledge of alchemy in this world!Describing him with a two-legged bookcase is demeaning!

If he hadn't obtained the blood of the original giant dragon inexplicably, it would have been impossible for him to meet this master alchemist, and the life of the other party was only half a year.

Must seize the opportunity!

"Of course not." Erwin replied without hesitation: "If you have other important matters, you don't have to think about me at all."

Dumbledore nodded, exchanged some greetings with Flamel, and then left.

Now it's just Erwin and Nicole Flamel looking at each other.

"So can we start now, Master Flamel?" the boy asked cautiously.

Nicole Flamel sized him up and snorted slightly, "What do you think we are going to do? Stew a pot of beef with red wine?"

This old guy has a bad temper, and it's understandable that older guys generally don't have a good impression of brats.

Erwin shrugged.

Flame's wheelchair started to move, "Follow me," the old man said flatly.

The seamless stretching efficiency inside this Nicole Flamel's hut is extremely amazing. Following behind the wheelchair, Erwin looked around curiously and saw several large rooms, including a small library.

He roughly estimated that Master Flamel's residence was at least tens of thousands of square meters wide, but it was just an inconspicuous hut from the outside.

Sure enough, it was the face of the alchemist.

The wheelchair stopped, and Flamel led Erwin into a small utility room, where some metal pieces were piled up, and there was a row of test tube racks in the corner.

"You'll be living here for the next few months," said the old man.

The corner of Erwin's mouth twitched, and he didn't say much. Apprentices have no human rights. Professor Stewart's graduate students only do chores in the laboratory and dare not have the slightest complaint. They only want to put his name on their papers. Erwin felt himself in the same position.

Although the storage room is a bit messy, it can still live after tidying it up.

Erwin is already mentally prepared to endure hardship.

But at this time, LeMay suddenly called out a name, "Esmeralda, clean up this place."

who?Erwin was confused, it was a girl's name, but he looked around to make sure it was just him and Flamel.

Is there someone sneaking around with the Disillusionment Charm?Erwin almost couldn't help using the Detection Charm.

With the sound of bang bang bang bang, two unmanned carts entered the door and carried away the sundries, followed by a magic broom and mop to clean the place, and finally the door of the cabinet next to it was opened, and a folding bed popped out , the bedding is automatically spread on it.

In just a few minutes, the utility room becomes a modest bedroom.

A somewhat immature girl's voice sounded, "The cleaning is finished, Mr. Flamel."

The old man looked at Erwin, "Esmeralda is the housekeeper here. If you have any needs or questions, just tell her directly. You are not allowed in the alchemy room. You are not allowed to disturb me if there is nothing special. You want to drink I'll bring you the potion later."

He is very concise and to the point, never say a word of nonsense.And after speaking, he drove the wheelchair and was about to leave.

"Can I see your book collection?" Erwin asked hastily.

The wheelchair stopped for a while, "Anything you want."

Erwin was left alone.

He hesitated, "Esmeralda?"

"I'm here."

It was completely unclear where the sound was coming from.

"I... I'm not used to this." Erwin smiled awkwardly, "Can you show yourself?"

A series of golden silk threads were produced, outlining the illusory image of a girl in a short skirt in front of Erwin, her face was blank, without facial features.

"So," Erwin rubbed his chin, "you're a ghost?"

"I am an alchemical creation created by Mr. Flamel. I am named after a gypsy girl he met in Paris and was in charge of managing this residence."

"Then your real body should not be what I see."

"This is just an illusory image condensed for the convenience of communicating with you."

Erwin took a deep breath, very good, the artificial intelligence butler, the automatic home life, the alchemist is really extraordinary, there is no need to exploit servant races like house elves.

"So everything here is under your control?"

"The alchemy room is not within my authority.".

Erwin suddenly remembered something, "Can I ask you some questions?"

Reasonably speaking, he has also encountered many intelligent agents created by magic, but those portraits of Hogwarts have limited intelligence, and the Sorting Hat directly blocked him.Now it's time to meet another one.

"Please speak." Esmeralda was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

"What time is it?"

"38:[-] on July [-], [-] AD."

"Who is M. Flamel's wife?"

"Madame Perenal Flamel."

"The recipe for the compound soup?"

"African tree snakeskin, lacewings..."

"If I tell the truth in the next sentence, I will suffer the death curse, and if I tell lies, I will be kissed by the dementor. Both of these results will inevitably lead to death. What should I say to ensure that I don't die?"

"..."

"What would you do if Mr. Flamel gave you orders to hurt him or even kill him?"

"..."

After continuously asking questions, Erwin had a clearer understanding of Esmeralda's intelligence level.

To put it simply, she is a very good tool person. The intelligence set by Nicole Flamel is just right, with strong memory and discrimination ability, but poor independent thinking ability, no subjective initiative, no directive doesn't do anything.

As it was getting dark, Erwin realized that the last time he had eaten was before he left home.

"Esmedara, doesn't this place serve dinner?"

"There are a lot of dehydrating dragon tendons in the storage room, which can be used as food to meet your needs..."

Dehydrated dragon tendon?Dragon jerky? "Does your master eat this kind of thing?" Erwin was very unbelievable.

"Mr Flamel has not eaten since 464 years ago."

Is this completely relying on the elixir of life to continue living?Is the abstinence due to a malfunctioning stomach, or a total loss of interest in food?

You must know that although Professor Dumbledore is more than 100 years old, he still likes lemon snow treasure very much.

It seems that living a long life is not a wonderful thing.

"So are there any Muggle villages or towns nearby?" Erwin asked instead.