Hogwarts: I inherited my legacy

Wizarding World, April 1978, 4, St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Although Arthur Weasley is no longer a new father, Molly's pregnancy this time was too weird.

At first, the magic power went wild every three days, but it returned to stable and controllable in an instant.

Another phoenix flies into the house and drops tears into Molly's water glass every day. God, their ancestors didn't intermarry with Dumbledores in the past hundreds of years.

Due to various considerations, Molly moved into St. Mungo's one month before her due date.

As for St. Mungo's, although it mainly treats black magic wounds,

But the few drops of diluted phoenix tears that Molly had left after drinking water every day were enough to impress the dean.

Isn't it just that I can eat something? Isn't it just that the house elves secretly rumored that a troll came into the hospital? It's all trivial matters.

Entrusting little Percy to the Amos Diggory family, colleagues and neighbors at the Ministry of Magic, Arthur took 8-year-old Bill and 6-year-old Charlie to the hospital, quietly waiting for the arrival of the new family members.

The birth attendant quickly walked out of the delivery room, "Who is Molly Weasley's relative?"

Arthur put down the two children on his lap and walked forward quickly. "It's me, my wife, she...?"

Before Arthur could finish speaking, the doula spoke up first, "Your wife is fine, and I would like to congratulate you on the addition of triplets to your family, but the situation of having a baby is a bit strange, so please come over as soon as possible."

Arthur felt slightly relieved when he heard that Molly was safe, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his heart was lifted again.

Following the birth attendant into the delivery room, he first saw his extremely tired wife. When Molly saw her husband walking in, she calmed down, blinked at Arthur, and fell asleep.

Arthur walked to the bed and shook Molly's hand first, then turned his attention to the crib beside him. Two crumpled babies came into his eyes.

He cast doubtful eyes on the doctor again, and the doctor pointed to a ball of orange light in the crib. The light flickered on and off according to the breathing of the two babies. Only then did Arthur realize that this was not a light!

! ! ! !

This luminary is also a baby! ?

Blood flooded into his brain, and Arthur felt like his thoughts had stopped.

If you look carefully, this orange translucent luminous body does have facial features, but when he breathes, his body emits bright orange light, which makes people ignore this.

Arthur only regretted that he didn't learn well enough at Hogwarts. He didn't know what kind of biological form this was.

If the doctor knew what Arthur was thinking, he would definitely sneer and say,

Hehe, I didn’t even know what this was when I graduated with twelve o’s.

Out of professional ethics, the doctor spoke.

"This is your child too,

He originally came to this world in the form of a soul. If not dealt with, he will soon dissipate.

But the magic is that these phoenix tears protect his soul body, but this also has a time limit. "

Arthur woke up from his trance, and his father's love was overwhelming. As a father, he just wanted to save this child who had almost been declared dead by the best hospital in the world.

Arthur hurriedly asked the doctor, "Where can I get his body and carry him for another ten months?"

The doctor shook his head

“With current medical technology, it is difficult to solve this problem.

But since this child relies on the tears of the Phoenix to exist, then the solution lies with the Phoenix. "

Arthur's eyes lit up, yes, Phoenix.

He and Molly were both members of the Ministry of Magic, so they naturally knew Dumbledore.

Because of the Phoenix Tears incident, they even sent letters to Dumbledore.

Although Dumbledore's reply stated that the phoenix was not his Fawkes, if Dumbledore was asked to help, he would definitely be able to find a way to save the child.

Time is like running water.

Devon, France, July 1991, 7.

7 is a magic number for wizards, and many famous wizards firmly believe in it. So for wizards, today is a good day to travel.

The midday sun shines on the desk.

The old warlock who lived in seclusion in Devon reluctantly waved his staff and commanded the faceless alchemist figure at home to start cleaning up his house. It was not that there was no more convenient magic, but for an alchemist, this was very... cooool～

"Put the dark steel ingots in the c3 warehouse, the rose crystal powder in the e5, the massive mist complex... put... put the k67..."

The old warlock muttered

After all, he is an elderly researcher, and cleaning up the house is a task that outweighs the gains and losses, yes, the losses outweigh the gains.

Because not only do you have to spend time sorting it out, but you also have to take out the crucibles, beakers, meteorite ores, and charged quartz crystals again afterwards before you can continue the experiment.

But there is no other way. When an old friend who has not seen him for many years comes to visit, he must have the necessary etiquette. In short, he cannot embarrass his old French face in front of the British.

"Well, that's almost it."

After tidying up the living room, the old man walked to the desk by the bay window and took out the message sent by his friend yesterday from under the fax machine.

[Nick Flamel]

[Long time no see, my old friend, I will visit you tomorrow afternoon, July 1991, 7]

[Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore]

Fold the letter, tremblingly put it into the Yitri iron box, and put it together with the other letters.

[frozen by ice]

The iron box was instantly frozen by the freezing spell, and then the alchemist doll put it into the safe.

Sitting on the velvet sofa, the kettle poured black bubbles of drink into the cup, and the straw stretched and stretched to the old man's mouth. Although he had lost his sense of taste for a long time, the feeling of bubbles exploding in his mouth was not bad.

"The taste nerve connection is almost completed. Little Raven will be able to really taste the taste of this 'happy water' soon."

In his long-lost free time, the old warlock was thinking absentmindedly.

Then my mind wanders back to the project at hand.

laugh…………

The black sparkling water sprayed onto his face, bounced off, and danced in the air into a string of words.

[Albus Dumbledore visits]

Nicolas Flamel, or in other words, Nick Flamel, came back to his senses.

He took out a twenty-sided dice from his pocket and pressed it several times.

The mysterious lock protecting the manor flickered on and off, then disappeared into the air.

The door was pushed open, and the pick stuck to the door moved across the guitar placed on the ceiling, playing a melody.

Led by the alchemist figure, Albus Dumbledore walked in.

There should be no one in this era who doesn't know him. He is tall and thin, with silver hair and beard, half-moon glasses, and most importantly, a crooked nose.

The visitor knew very well that for him, an old man of more than 600 years, standing up to greet his friends was actually a bit difficult. So he unceremoniously sat down opposite his old friend.

After taking a sip of coke, letting out a cherry-flavored burp, and glancing at the antique guitar on the ceiling, the world's number one white wizard spoke first.

"It seems that child has changed you a lot, Nico, both in life and in your alchemy works."

Nicoléme was noncommittal;

"Perhaps one day when you get older and have a son, you will change like me. Even though I just gave him [my body].

But it also means that I am his father and this is his home.

And you? You haven't been here in person since you sent Raven here last time, right?

After all, that little guy modified the fax machine, and we can now communicate directly through letters without having to worry about the owl getting lost due to the Loyalty Charm. "

Breathing slightly, this sentence is still a bit long for an alchemist who rarely needs to speak.

Dumbledore smiled and then spoke

"The first thing is, I'm here to deliver the admission notice.

I remember you told me at the beginning of the year that Raven's form was almost complete.

There is no need to absorb the magic power of the magic stone every day to maintain mobility as before.

Since the owl can't find it here, as his future principal, I have no choice but to come personally. "

Nicoléme snorted.

"My children, my students, of course have to study at the best magic school in France.

In fact, since last year, I have arranged for him to go to Beauxbatons to study first-year courses. "

Dumbledore blinked,

"So what I brought is the notice for the second grade, old friend,

His name has already been written in the admission book. He has an older brother and brothers born together in Hogwarts. The youngest brother will enroll this year and the youngest sister will enroll next year.

Finishing school with your siblings is a precious experience, isn't it? "

Nicoléme was silent.

As a friend for many years, Dumbledore really understood the thoughts of this immortal.

Alchemy and Emotion.

Because my enjoyment was taken away by the magic stone,

His pursuit of truth and his love for his family were the spiritual pillars that sustained him for more than 600 years.

"Okay, I agree. When the time comes, he will enroll in school like a normal British wizard." Nicoléme compromised.

"The second thing is, I want to borrow the magic stone from you."

Nicoléme asked, "You know, isn't the Philosopher's Stone?..."

Eventually, rumors spread in the wizarding world that Dumbledore had obtained the Philosopher's Stone and wanted to make the elixir of life. Well, it definitely didn't come from Potions Master Snape, who always had a tight mouth.

Nicolème Manor

It looks like the same model as the Alchemy Doll, but it is an Alchemy Doll boy wearing a lake blue Beauxbatons school uniform, with short red hair, and most importantly, facial features (the face can be customized, Raven said this is very important.) ,

He was drinking happy water mixed with magic stone powder while chatting with the old warlock.

"So I'm going to school in England in two months, right?"

Nicoléme, who was tinkering with the experimental products on the alchemy table, said without looking back.

"Yes, and you should use the word [back], because that is your home."

Raven replied noncommittally,

"Yeah, I'm used to saying it, but I've never gone back to live there.

Mom and Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George Fried, little Ron, and little Ginny, they all say how big the manor is every time they come here.

That house must be very crowded. I think I need to bring some magic materials and set up a traceless stretching spell in the house over there. "

The three extra fingers that were just counted on his left hand merged into the alchemy arm.

Nick Flamel seemed to have completed the project just now, and walked up to Raven with a candy.

"Here, put it on your tongue, it will be installed automatically, and you can taste it later.

Also, I hope you remember that using the Seamless Stretch Charm requires a written request to your local Charms Management Office. "

Raven complied. Although his mouth had to be closed during installation, since the sound-producing mechanism was installed on his throat, it still did not affect his speech.

"Ha, I guess Grandpa Newt played a big role in this.

Teacher, do you think I won’t get used to it after the curse of flesh and blood is completed? The alchemical body is quite convenient, and I can drink water and talk at the same time. "

"I don't know." The old alchemist replied honestly and without expression.

This cherry-flavored Coke hasn't been discontinued, Raven thought.

Not bad.