Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Nico Flamel,

The greatest alchemist in the world, the owner of the Philosopher's Stone, and the only person in the world who can live forever.

The alchemist coughed three times, swayed from side to side and went downstairs.

Every movement seems to be slowed down.

Allen once thought he would die during this short journey.

Thank God!

Thanks Merlin!

Thanks to the generosity of the three goddesses of fate!

The blond crown prince took one step at a time, taking care of LeMay's speed, and went downstairs slowly, lest something unexpected happen to him and all his plans would be aborted.

This patience was commended by the two old men, and it also made them feel at ease.

No matter how you look at it,

The crown prince is a very kind and good boy.

Flamel turned around, looked at Dumbledore, and blinked with a little complacency.

[If I hadn't insisted on coming, I would have missed such a good seedling! ]

Dumbledore nodded helplessly, came around from behind the table, and moved a chair for him.

Allen hesitated to speak, stopped to speak, and finally said, "Mr. LeMay, why don't you make a magic wheelchair?"

LeMay was slowly putting his butt on the chair. After hearing this, he kept this awkward posture and thought quickly.

His face collapsed, and he sat on the chair with a "bang", which startled Allen.

Aggrieved, the alchemist looked left and right, as if he was looking for someone.

He obviously couldn't find it, so he sat on the chair and kicked his feet even more aggrieved, "Oh! I didn't think about it!"

He looked at the "Santa Claus" on the side with a bit of blame, and said angrily,

"Dumbledore! You, a guy born in the 19th century, don't remind me of an antique from the 14th century!"

Dumbledore responded helplessly, "Dear Nicole, you know how busy I am..."

"The little girl McGonagall is in charge of everything that is so busy at Hogwarts?"

The alchemist didn't buy it at all.

A certain headmaster could only put his finger up in front of his lips, making a "shh" motion.

——In front of the students, save me some face!

Allen was surprised to find that when Dumbledore met a more immature old urchin, he had to become "mature and stable".

He raised his eyebrows, restraining himself from laughing.

After getting angry, Le May turned his head and looked at Alan with a smile, "Oh, kid! I'm very interested in what you said before.

"The human body's limit to the number of cell divisions—is this, huh?"

Flamel sighed, "Five centuries have passed, Muggles have got rid of ignorance and moved towards a brighter future. However, we are still standing still here..."

He looked at Dumbledore, sighed lightly, but what he said was earth-shattering,

"Perhaps we should give Grindelwald some serious thought, Albus?"

Dumbledore's face was as stiff as a wall of iron.

A bright red Santa outfit doesn't improve it one iota.

Those azure blue eyes seemed to be as sharp as a sword, but also seemed to be smashed into mud.

After a while, he said softly, "Nico, don't you want to ask the apprentices you identified for their wishes?"

Flamel smiled lightly, as if lamenting that time flies by.

It's been too long for him.

Long as if endless days and nights.

He has had a long time, and has since been abandoned by death and lost his resting place.

This body withered step by step until it was so fragile that it was like a rotten tree. A first-year wizard could easily break his bones.

Philosopher's Stone, Philosopher's Stone...

The gift of the gods, the gift of the devil, the ashes of the god of death...

He once thought that no one could refuse the temptation of this stone, so he firmly controlled the production method to keep people away from this sad situation.

But people's pursuit of eternal life can be regarded as a continuous process.

Until he received a letter from Dumbledore.

A first-year little wizard, a Muggle crown prince, easily used Muggle theory to abandon the temptation of immortality.

Flamel was moved.

Even though he didn't want the method of making the Sorcerer's Stone to be passed down, but...

This is his life's painstaking effort.

This is the profound meaning of life that he has penetrated!

A wealthy and sensible crown prince, a talented genius...

It was a tailor-made gift for him by Merlin!

Flamel raised his eyelids, his face looked like a skeleton under the light, and his pale fingers looked like dead branches.

He asked, "Alan, would you like to be my apprentice? Pass on my mantle?"

The blond crown prince stood in front of him vigorously, gentle and firm.

That rationality based on a huge knowledge system, that calmness derived from identity and property, seemed to shine with the brilliance that Apollo, the god of the sun, could have.

He saluted his heart under the light, like the curtain call of the stage, and the beginning of everything.

The young voice said softly, "My teacher, it's an honor!"