Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

It is already evening in Paris, but for this romantic city, it seems that life has just begun. Muggle cities are always extremely lively at this time.

"Mr. Flamel, what is that?" Carlos looked curiously at the Muggles speeding by in cars on the street with a curious look on his face.

"A car," Flamel said with a smile, "a... product of alchemy."

"Do Muggles also know alchemy?" Carlos said in surprise: "I thought only wizards knew it." "

"Of course..." Nicoléme touched Carlos's head. At this time, he was like an ordinary old man.

"There are even many great alchemists among Muggles."

"They are so amazing." Carlos murmured, "They obviously don't know magic, but they still work so hard."

Nicolas Flamel laughed when he heard the child's words: "This is not just hard work, but also change."

"Change?" It was obvious that Carlos didn't quite understand Nicoléme's word. In the few magic history classes he listened to carefully, Muggles were generally described as stupid and numb.

From this point of view, it seems that we are not as good as them...

Carlos couldn't help but shake his head as he watched a car drive by. At least there were no cars in Hogwarts.

Soon, the two came to a restaurant, which faced the brightly lit Seine River and many buildings on the other side of the river.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?" A waiter came over with a smile when he saw Carlos and Nicoléme sitting down.

"A piece of pasta and a cup of coffee will do." Nicoléme said with a smile, he seemed to be very familiar with this place.

But Carlos's mind didn't seem to be on eating. He was still looking at the street lights curiously.

"Is this a magic lamp?" he asked in a low voice, "it's much brighter than a candle."

"This is a street lamp." Nicoléme explained casually: "It is also a kind of alchemy."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Alchemy is so powerful..." Carlos muttered.

While the two were talking, a plate of spaghetti was served.

"Eat, Carlos." Nicoléme said, "You probably didn't have dinner, right?"

"Thank you, Mr. Flamel!" Carlos nodded immediately upon seeing this. The plate of pasta looked delicious...and Carlos was indeed a little hungry.

Seeing Carlos' happy look, Nicoléme felt quite happy.

He held the coffee in his hands and took a sip.

I have to say... He didn't expect that he would find his first satisfactory apprentice when he was almost eight hundred years old...

A child who is curious about alchemy and extremely talented.

Of the two goals of Nicoléme's study of alchemy, he had already achieved one... and for the remaining one, he had a hunch that Carlos would help him achieve it.

Although he still doesn't know what kind of blood is flowing on his body...

"Carlos?" Suddenly, a doubtful voice sounded, which made Nicoléme wake up from his meditation. When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in black walking over. Although He didn't say much, but Nicoléme could feel the dangerous aura about him.

This is a sensitivity he has learned over hundreds of years.

Seeing him approaching, Nicoléme slightly tightened his grip on the wand on his sleeve. He didn't want anything to happen to Carlos.

But to his surprise, Carlos was also surprised when he saw the man...and then, he showed joy.

"Professor Rozier?!" Carlos looked at the approaching man in surprise: "Professor, why are you here?!"

Rozier was a little helpless when he heard Carlos' question. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Because I live here."

"Oh, yes!" Carlos then remembered that Professor Rozier is French...

"But you...are here..." Rozier's eyes looked at Nicoléme. He was a little confused for a moment, who was this old man who was not Newt?

Don't these old men all have this weird habit?

Rozier subconsciously took a step back, feeling a chill rising in his heart.

"I followed Grandpa Newt here because of some small tasks." Carlos thought for a while and said.

"Then this is..." Rozier looked at Nicoléme, who happened to be examining Rozier as well.

He didn't know that Newt knew such a friend... but from what Carlos called him, he was a professor at Hogwarts?

However, looking at Rozier's doubtful look, Nicolémé nodded and said: "Niccolò Flamel."

"..."

Rozier was stunned for a moment, then looked at Carlos... He didn't quite understand how the two people got together.

Do you want to make friends for the New Year?

So is this a bit far apart?

"Mr. Flamel is teaching me alchemy." Carlos explained: "I am his student now."

"Well, Carlos is very talented." Nicoléme nodded and said, "What course is Professor Rozier in charge of?"

"It turns out to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Rozier looked at Nicoléme with distrust. He didn't know why the master who had researched the Philosopher's Stone was so interested in a child.

Is it because he once held the Philosopher's Stone?

"Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... is a somewhat dangerous profession..." Nicoléme said slowly, then nodded: "Please sit down, Professor Rosier."

Rozier sat quietly next to Carlos, and then looked at Nicoléme with his eyes.

In his heart, he didn't really trust these old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.

And Nicoléme also didn't trust Rozier, but he knew... the French wizarding world was not very safe...

And such a dangerous person... is likely to come from that dangerous place.

Especially his name almost confirmed Nicoléme's opinion.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?" The waiter saw Rozier and asked.

"Just a cup of coffee..." Rozier said softly.

"Professor Rozier, are you out for a late-night snack too?" Carlos asked casually, unaware of the strange atmosphere between the two.

"Well..." Rozier nodded: "I'm busy and hungry."

"Professor Rozier is really responsible for the students..." Nicoléme said: "It's just the holiday now."

His words made Rozier raise his eyebrows slightly, and he could see the old man's distrust of him.

He smiled, nodded and said, "I'm still not as dedicated as a master like you..." What he meant was very obvious. You are more dedicated than me when you accept students at such an old age.

"Haha..." Nicoléme smiled and nodded: "Learn as you go... and the same goes for imparting knowledge."

"A lot of my contemporaries are sad because they have nothing left in the end."

"Even if they're good."

Nicoléme's words made Rozier frown, but fortunately the waiter brought him a cup of coffee, giving him time to relax.

Watching him drink the coffee, Nicoléme shook his head and picked up the coffee.

This kind of person can become a professor... Dumbledore doesn't know how he arranged it...