This Hogwarts is not normal

On the top floor of this cyberpunk building, there is a living room with an area comparable to a Muggle football field.

It seems to use the same magic as the Hogwarts Great Hall, being inside is like standing on the top floor.

"AMAZING!"

What caught Vincent's eyes was a huge [-]-inch long screen suspended in mid-air.

Nico snapped his fingers, and the whole screen lit up.

The latest episode of "Thomas and Friends" is playing on the screen.

A small locomotive, full of educational stories, accompanies children to grow up healthily all the way.

Vincent also grew up watching this animation in his previous life.

Fortunately, it is now 91, if a few years later, I am afraid that "Teletubbies" will not be broadcast.

But for him, this place is the real "Magical Island", full of fantasy and wonder everywhere.

Intelligently adjust the viewing angle of the screen;

Comfortable fabric sofa with massage heating;

A multifunctional cooktop for automatic tea making;

Fully transparent glass that can enlarge the scenery outside the window, etc.

These alchemy items, which are more miraculous than technological products, were all handmade by Nico.

"Although the puppets—oh, those metal machines you saw just now."

Nico snapped his fingers lightly, and a moment later a humanoid metal machine came out of the elevator.

"Although puppets can replace a large part of my work, their ability to deal with emergencies is too poor."

The outermost layer of the puppet with "18" printed on its chest does not have any armor, it looks like a metal skeleton.

"Can it understand what I'm talking about?" Vincent stretched out his hand curiously, and touched his silvery head with his fingertips.

The temperature is similar to that of the human body. If you put on the appearance of a certain governor who has been an actor, it is like moving the movie into reality.

"It can only be some simple ones." Nico wiped off the numbers on its chest.

"Originally I wanted to change the appearance into a real number 18, but unfortunately Perenal will be angry."

He re-wrote the number "T-800" on his wand.

"Nico, I won't be mad."

Perenal smiled softly, "You are pursuing perfection too much. The three-dimensional world we live in is inherently more real."

"I still want to try to do my best."

Nico frowned and looked at the T-800 in front of him.

Muggles now have the most basic artificial intelligence, and the puppet he created has a certain degree of learning ability.

"The magic circuit is more malleable than the circuit board, and the response speed can almost reach the point of no delay..."

Vincent, who seemed to be listening to a book from heaven, took out a black notebook.

"Precise and infallible—" He cast a Recording Charm on the quill.

Perenal shook his head helplessly, and turned around to make tea for the old and the young.

The current circuit board is still flat and linear, which is indeed several grades worse than the multi-layer stacked and steerable magic circuit.

The method of making it is not too complicated. You only need a set of alchemy items that can be paired, or two ancient runes, and then use magic to draw lines to connect them.

According to their shape and structure size, the larger the error, the worse the effect.

After explaining the basic principles, Perenal also made tea.

Vincent exited the study state and took out the box containing the Philosopher's Stone from the small cloth bag.

"Mr. Flamel, this is what you gave to Professor Dumbledore."

Nico did not open the box on the coffee table, but asked about Dumbledore's situation.

"The professor will be fine, and the Ministry is probably just putting on a show."

Perenal put down his teacup, "It's the same as the prophecy you saw, Nico."

"Prophecy?" Vincent was a little stunned.

No wonder Dumbledore always said that he was not free during the holidays, but he already knew about it.

"It's not as exaggerated as you imagine." Nico's voice was very calm, "I have a prophecy ball that can see what is going to happen in the house.

It is because of it that I decided to transfer the Philosopher's Stone to another place. "

Vincent looked around the living room, and found that there were many small devices here that seemed particularly mysterious.

Quirrell, who is now blind-eyed, slobbering, and smart, can he really break in successfully?

"Monsieur Flamel, what's the - what's up with Noseless Tom?"

Nico picked up a Rubik's Cube gadget on the coffee table.

With each turn, the ancient runes on the face change.

"A true prophecy is bound to happen, but what I see can be artificially changed."

He stopped turning and put his thumb on a rune.

The [-]-inch large screen dimmed, and then the outline of a person was blurred.

The pale-skinned "Qilo" has no nose, walks slowly barefoot in a black robe.

Vincent noticed that he had long toenails and that he held a wand in each hand.

Next, a large number of puppets in heavy armor emerged.

And Voldemort, who was suspected to be resurrected by borrowing Quirrell's body, turned into a black mist in an instant.

Every time he passes through a puppet, only a pile of highly corroded metal blocks will be left in the wilderness.

Nico paused the screen and zoomed in on his front face, "As far as I know, there is a very cruel ritual that can turn the occupied body into your own."

"Mr. Flamel, I roughly counted the number of puppets just now." Vincent's expression became serious.

"If your production speed hadn't slowed down, wouldn't this prophecy have already happened?"

"Yes." Nico stroked the Rubik's Cube lightly and let the screen play again, "I don't know how he knew about this place.

The fact that Perenal and I lived in seclusion here in Devon is known only to Albus, an old friend in Europe. "

In the picture, Voldemort changed back to human form, and the two wands crossed together and raised high.

The original blue sky quickly darkened, and the white clouds were also dyed blacker and blacker.

Accompanied by dots of light, a dark red thunderbolt fell from the dark clouds.

The entire tall building was split down the middle and collapsed into ruins.

Vincent broke out in cold sweat, "Professor Dumbledore can't reveal your hiding place, so the problem is your other—"

Nico knew what the second half of the sentence was unspoken.

Even though he and Perenal had seen countless partings, they did not shut themselves in the small circle called eternal life.

"The result now is the best." He turned off the big screen that was only left with Voldemort's laughter.

"In order not to implicate those old friends anymore, Perenal and I have decided to disappear from this world."

"Disappeared? But in case Tom found it again—"

"I'm 666 years old."

Vincent turned his neck stiffly and looked away from the darkened screen.

"Mr. Flamel, are you going to hide it from him by 'feigning death'?"

"That's right." Nico opened the small box and took out the Philosopher's Stone. "It's fascinating, isn't it?"

"Yes, Monsieur Flamel."

He put the Philosopher's Stone away and looked into Vincent's blue eyes with great concentration.

"Perenal and I are tired of hiding, so we decided to destroy it."

Losing the Philosopher's Stone meant that the legendary alchemist chose to face death.

No matter how many elixirs you prepare, you will eventually wait until that day comes.

For ordinary people, knowing the date of their death is not a good thing.

But for Nico and Perenal, it seems that it is not as bad as imagined.

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