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Chapter 527 A Sighing Lesson
"Clean up this side, and that side as well. A legend needs to hide the manuscript..."

Andrew looked at his own laboratory and felt like complaining - what on earth was wrong with Mr. LeMay that he had to come to his laboratory to visit?
But it doesn't matter, put the manuscript away, this is a standard laboratory with no safety hazards.

'That's about it. I can declare the magical effects of potions finished. Unless the existing potion system is industrialized, there are not many parts that can be changed... I can put potion learning on hold and just study the spells and some high-end techniques within the potion system... Just like Professor Snape said, I can say that I have graduated from my student days in potion making...'

He still can't forget Professor Snape's quick and decisive arrangement. Just the day before yesterday, the day after he was kicked out of Professor Snape's office, Professor Snape directly asked the Slytherin class leader to come to him, and then announced the decision directly in his own office.

"Taylor, you have graduated from my class. Just focus on preparing for your OWLs next year. Don't waste the rest of your time in the Potions classroom—and don't fiddle with your fancy, time-wasting, rubbish potions in front of me."

Just because of this simple sentence, Andrew was kicked out of the Potions class.

"It seems that you are really disgusted by that set of potion improvements that seem to be just for show..."

He shook his head, pulled out a textbook for advanced potions classes from a bookshelf on the side, and began to review those auxiliary spells, waiting for Mr. Flamel to arrive.

The reminder magic on the table lit up, he put the bookmark in place, and walked quickly towards the laboratory door.

"Good morning, I hope I didn't disturb your class, Taylor."

Mr. LeMay stood at the door, looking around the interior of the laboratory.

"Very good, very good. At least the raw materials for the potion are sufficient. It seems that you are not stuck with the experimental funding like a student. The bureaucrats in the British wizarding world always give me the same rigid impression as Muggles."

Mr. Flamel nodded in satisfaction, and Andrew asked him to come in and sit down. However, there was no way to eat or drink here, so Mr. Flamel could only sit there.

Fortunately, the other party didn't care about this. He looked at the internal structure in detail and said, "Not bad, the space is large and strong enough. It's enough."

What is enough?

Andrew was stunned for a moment, and then a large sheepskin bag was handed to him.

"Some basic alchemy materials and props will be used in our next course. Hogwarts may not have all of them. You should familiarize yourself with them first."

"Yes, Mr. Flamel."

Andrew nodded and took the things.

There was no reason to refuse - besides the elixir of life, the Philosopher's Stone also had the ability to turn things into gold.

The other party came to teach him for Dumbledore's sake, and he just regarded the things in it as experimental funds distributed by Dumbledore, and he didn't take it to heart at all.

Andrew put the bag away, then opened it and habitually reached out to explore - he had long been familiar with the traceless expansion equipment. This...

However, when he put his hand in, he felt nothing but emptiness, and then a strong suction force came. Andrew hesitated and did not resist, but his hand held the wand tightly.

Following the suction, he began to slide down. After a brief blackout, a room twice the size of his previous laboratory appeared in front of him.

"This is just a joke..."

Andrew's eyes widened as he scanned the equipment on the table.

The reserves of potion materials alone were in no way inferior to those in his laboratory. As for the supporting equipment for brewing potions, they were so gorgeous that he was at a loss for words.

"Are you kidding? Are there really people who use anti-wizard stuff like a golden crucible on a daily basis?" He has been cramming potion knowledge these days and is familiar with the utensils. It may be due to the magic ritual that the time it takes to boil the potion in crucibles of different materials is different, and it has nothing to do with thermal conductivity...

Gold, silver, copper and tin, each time a material is upgraded, the boiling speed will increase significantly, but the corresponding reaction time is also too fast for ordinary students to handle... Things like the gold crucible are used with fear by students like Andrew, who is called a graduate by Professor Snape, but is it an everyday laboratory equipment?

Ah... it's Mr. Flamel's words, there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

"Here are the materials for performing permanent transformation... and a place to practice magic..."

"You must be kidding. This kind of traceless expansion is definitely the top alchemy effect. Even if I use all my strength to release a stable traceless expansion, it's just like this..."

Andrew looked around here, and his eyes finally focused on the pile of exquisite instruments in the center.

Behind all the instruments, in the central part of this huge room, is an enormous emerald slab. In the very center of the slab are thirteen lines of text decorated with gold.

'What language is this?'

He did not know much about languages. Although he learned some learning skills from Professor Lockhart, he did not have enough time in his daily life and did not put much effort into linguistics.

"Noticed that, Tyler?"

Mr. Flamel's voice was heard, and he came in through the door of the room - just looking from the inside, it would be impossible to imagine that there was a bag on the other side of the door.

"The Jade Record, unfortunately it is not the original one. The original one has been lost. This is something I reproduced based on the records and my own mastery of alchemy."

Mr. Flamel stared at the so-called Emerald Record and shook his head. "It's a pity that it can't be seen in the first place. It should still be there. After all, alchemy in Egypt has maintained an absolute advantage until now, but they obviously kept the secret well."

"Is that Egyptian writing on it?"

"Of course, Taylor. After all, seeing the Emerald Record is the dream of every alchemist. For a long time, I actually planned to wait until they were willing to let me see the Emerald Record."

Mr. Flamel smiled and turned to look at the huge laboratory. "How is it? My first large-scale alchemical work that can be shown off."

"First?"

There was some uncertainty in Andrew's words.

"Yes, first of all, it seems that Albus was worried that alchemy would taint you," Mr. Flamel smiled. "He has a lot of things of this level, but he is worried that your Transfiguration is not pure enough... I don't know why he is so worried. Alchemy has always been harmless."

"Well, may I ask, Mr. Flamel," Andrew tried to calm himself down, "if it is a top-level alchemy product, how much space can it expand?"

"Almost... a castle? If the architectural requirements are not that high, a small island?"

"A small island?"

Andrew tried hard to suppress his surprise.

"Almost. It can sustain sunlight, water, and life. However, it is very difficult to make. Even I have to prepare carefully and spend several years to make one by hand."

(End of this chapter)