Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Is this your home?" Carlos looked curiously at the small but cramped room in front of him, which was filled with tables, chairs, and various bottles and cans.

There are many strange things in the bottles and jars.

"What is this?" Carlos poked the small bottle in front of him. Something seemed to be spinning in the green liquid.

"The goblin's eyes." Nicoléme said casually, and then looked at Carlos with a hint of evil.

"Are the goblins' eyes so small?" Carlos was not as scared as he imagined, but instead became more interested.

"Can this thing also be used to make potions?"

"Of course not." Nicoléme shook his head, then rummaged around on the table: "It is used for alchemy."

"Alchemy?" Carlos scratched his head: "It feels no different from potions."

"The difference is huge..." Nicoléme took a dusty book, patted it, and then blew it gently.

Looking at the dust on the book, he nodded: "Well, this book is very useful."

Carlos took the book. The book was thick and badly worn. More than half of the cover was even missing, but with the other half, Carlos could still barely recognize the name of the book.

""Alchemy Life from Scratch"?"

"Yes." Nicolas Flamel nodded: "This is the greatest basic alchemy book in hundreds of years."

"Very suitable for a beginner like you."

"Why do I feel like it's like a cultural relic..." Carlos murmured, opening the book. It was filled with densely packed letters, and they were also arranged extremely compactly.

"There's not even a picture." Carlos scratched his head and looked at Nicolas Flamel: "Why do I feel like it's not as good as my History of Magic?"

"Still a young man." Nicoléme commented: "I have been reading this book since I was a child..."

"Is it really a cultural relic?" Carlos blinked: "This book should be able to sell for a lot of galleons, right?"

"Hmph..." Nicoléme looked very proud: "Even ten thousand galleons cannot compare to its value."

"Okay, let's start the first lesson." Nicoléme looked at what Carlos wanted to say and quickly interrupted him.

He didn't want to waste the whole day chatting with the children, he now wanted to teach the great alchemy!This is a very sacred thing...

"Manet, get off the table!" Carlos grabbed Xiu Xiu: "That's where Mr. Flamel studies alchemy. Be careful that he puts your eyes into the small bottle."

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

"..."

Nicoléme looked at these two little guys and sighed... Young people today are so energetic.

After a lot of effort, Nicoléme was able to get Carlos into class, and the naughty Mane was also included in the cooking manual.

Looking at Carlos, who was waiting for him, Nicoléme nodded slightly, and then said: "Today I am going to teach you the first lesson of alchemy... that is the purpose of alchemy."

"I know that the purpose of alchemy is for the Philosopher's Stone!" Carlos said with familiarity: "Using the Philosopher's Stone can turn stones into gold."

Listening to Carlos' answer, Nicoléme paused slightly: "That's half right. The ultimate goal of alchemists in the past was indeed the Philosopher's Stone..."

"But it's different now," Nicoléme said, taking out a small stone from the cabinet.

"Because the Philosopher's Stone has been created."

"Philosopher's Stone?" Carlos suddenly realized when he looked at the familiar stone, and then he regretted it. If he had known that this thing could make gold... he should have borrowed it from the old man with the white beard...

Nicoléme did not pay attention to the child's thoughts, but continued: "There are very few alchemists nowadays...one is because of the completion of the ultimate goal, and the other is because alchemy has been replaced by other things."

"For example, magic potion..." Nicoléme said casually, waving his wand, and with the swing of the wand, a yellow stone flew out of his cabinet, and it also exuded a foul smell.

"Um...what is this?" Carlos asked, holding his nose.

"Sulfur." ​​Nicoléme said with a smile: "It and mercury are the two most basic components of alchemy... and they are also things you need to master in the future."

"Mastery?" Carlos tilted his head. He was a little surprised for a moment. Isn't the name of this book called "Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach"?

Why is it related to alchemy again?

Nicoléme looked at his confused look and said slowly: "You may be wondering...why I want to teach you alchemy...because...I see a possibility in you..."

"A possibility greater than the Philosopher's Stone and the Philosopher's Stone."

"What's possible?" Carlos felt that what he said was a bit exaggerated... Why didn't he know what he had on him?

"That is the true fusion of man and magic." Nicoléme said as he moved his wand, all the papers on the wall behind him flew up, then spun and fell together.

As the papers moved away from the wall, a vague painting appeared on the wall that might be hundreds of years old.

"What is this?" Carlos looked at the painting and didn't understand what it meant for a while.

"There are two little people...why are they hugging each other?"

"Ahem." Nicoléme looked at the somewhat indecent picture and coughed without explaining. Instead, he pointed his wand at the second picture.

"This is a story I learned hundreds of years ago when I was with my classmates."

"In addition to the Philosopher's Stone, the goal of alchemy is to turn people into real magical creatures."

"Magical creatures?" Carlos shook his head: "Aren't we just using magic now?"

"We are borrowing magic." Nicoléme explained: "The so-called magic spell is based on the language closest to God, Latin..."

"It resonates with the magic in the air, allowing people with special psychic powers to manipulate it."

"Hmm..." Carlos thought for a moment and said, "In other words, we are mobilizing the magic in the air, right?"

"You are right." Nicoléme nodded: "The purpose of alchemy is to transform ourselves into creatures that can produce magic power."

"Because... magic is our own great power."

Seeing that Carlos was still confused, Nicoléme smiled and shook his head: "If you think about it this way...when you can produce your own magic power, then every move you make...will be a magic spell. "

"Isn't that the same as Merlin?" Carlos said.

"No, no, no..." Nicoléme's hoarse voice echoed in the dark room: "That is a being far greater than him..."

"But...you...why are you looking for me?"

Nicoléme smiled when he heard this. He lowered his head and said slowly: "Carlos, aren't you curious... why can you understand the magical beasts?"