Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 123: Dumbledore and Grindelwald, a Secret History, narrated by Nicolas Flamel

Dicko was overthinking it. Currently, Pappy was always trying to guide Harry to accept the fact that he was a unicorn, and Harry also tried to avoid mentioning Pappy's human form to avoid making her sad.

So sometimes Harry even forgot that Pappy was actually a girl of seventeen or eighteen...

Besides, patting a unicorn's front legs doesn't seem to be a big deal, but if you convert it to the position of an arm, that's the position of an arm.

"Oh, by the way." Dicko said, "Master Potter, please allow Dicko to be with you for a moment."

"Okay." Harry nodded, sitting on the sofa and looking around.

The environment in Flamel's house can be described as chaotic yet orderly. Various bottles and jars, crucibles and inkstones are placed casually on the table. In a corner of the table, there is also a huge crystal ball with nebula-like patterns on it, which looks beautiful.

"Is this the home of Nicolas Flamel?" Pappy asked softly.

"Yes," Harry looked at Pappy and said with a smile, "Maybe he can still find a way to solve your problem - but before that, I have to tell you a piece of good news that I forgot to tell you before."

Pappy was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What's the good news?"

"You are going to be a school director." Harry gave a thumbs up: "Congratulations, you are the first unicorn school director in the history of Hogwarts."

"Eh?" Pappy's ears perked up. "School Director? Is it delicious?"

Harry reached out and patted Pappy on the head. Pappy stuck out his tongue and said with a grin, "Hey, just to liven up the atmosphere... But school director? Why would you let me be a school director?"

"Because I have discussed and decided with the goblins at Gringotts," Harry answered succinctly. "This is part of the goblins' compensation. After all, they lost my things. Are you willing to become a school director, Pappy?"

Pappy felt a sense of mission rising up in her. She nodded in understanding and rubbed Harry's arm.

"All right, Harry, I'll take responsibility—"

At this time, Dico also walked in from outside.

"Master Potter." He walked forward, followed by three house-elves.

One of them he recognized, it was Lucy, Vivi's house-elf.

"Master Potter?"

When she saw Harry, Lucy hurried forward, her big eyes filled with tears.

"It's been a hundred years, a hundred years... Lucy finally sees you..."

"Hello, Lucy." Harry was also quite emotional.

The lifespan of house-elves is generally around two to three hundred years old. Dicko and Lucy are only about one hundred and thirty or forty years old now, which is the right age for hard work.

"Master Potter," Dicko said softly, "Before Miss Grindelwald left, Dicko and Lucy got married under her witness. Look, these are Dicko's two children, Ruby and Garnett..."

He waved to his two children: "Come here, kids, call Master."

"Master." The two elves bowed quickly.

"Hello." Harry nodded to them.

He was actually a little embarrassed, but considering the elf's personality, he didn't say much.

"Please allow the Dicko family to return to the Potter household and serve the master and mistress again," Lucy said sharply.

"That... that depends on what Mr. Flamel thinks, doesn't it?" Harry asked.

Dicko stepped forward at the right time and said to Harry, "Master Flamel means that Dicko and Lucy are only staying at the Flamel family temporarily, and will serve you when Master Potter and Miss Grindelwald return..."

"Lucy is honored to serve the Master and Mistress," Lucy said at the right moment.

"Okay." Harry thought for a moment and said to them, "But we have to wait until Vivi returns to discuss this matter... Besides, Mr. Flamel is so old, he needs someone to take care of him."

Before Dicko could speak, an old voice sounded.

"Kids," he said, "I have no problem with that."

It was Nicolas Flamel.

"Mr. Flamel." Harry stood up and bowed to Mr. Flamel. "Long time no see."

"Time is a magical thing, Harry." Mr. Flamel took small steps, moved in front of Harry and held out his hand: "Nice to meet you--"

"I don't think I'd better shake your hand," said Harry, with some lingering fear. "I'm really afraid of breaking your bones again..."

After all, the last time he saw Mr. Flamel was more than a year ago.

It was the first time that Harry met Mr. Flamel, and he did not control the strength when shaking hands - it should be said that he did not use any strength at all, and as a result, Mr. Flamel's bones made a crisp sound.

broken.

"Come on, you can't just not shake hands." Mr. Flamel pulled his dry face and showed a very kind but gloomy smile.

It's strange that these two feelings can appear on the same face at the same time.

Harry reached out and shook his hand, only to find that the other person's hand was not soft at all.

"I have to thank the Bone Spirits of your Potter family for this, otherwise my old bones would not be able to withstand daily activities." Mr. Flamel smiled at him.

"Would you like to introduce this Miss Unicorn to me?" He looked at Pappy.

Pabbie shrank back subconsciously. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she saw a look of seeing through everything in the eyes of this wise old man.

"She's my friend, Pappy Sweeting, from Hufflepuff." Harry introduced to Mr. Flamel. "She became like this because of practicing magic Animagus - she can't change back."

Because Harry had pushed Pappy forward when introducing her just now, he couldn't see her face.

When Pappy heard what Harry said, her eyes showed a pleading look - she was begging Mr. Flamel not to tell her secret.

"Oh..." Mr. Flamel noticed Pappy's look, "So that's how it is. But in my lifetime, I've never seen anyone who has successfully practiced Magicmagus - you count as half of it."

He changed the subject: "I know you and Miss Grindelwald always come up with some wonderful ideas when you are together, but I don't recommend you try it."

"Oh . . . " Harry nodded dryly. "And how did you find out it was from me, Mr. Flamel?"

"This is a tip Miss Grindelwald left for me. She came to my alchemy room before she set off on her time travel."

Mr. Flamel's arms rose mechanically like a rusted robot, and a chair appeared out of thin air beneath his buttocks.

"At the same time, she also entrusted Dico and Lucy to me..."

"I see." Harry nodded in understanding.

"And then there's your handwriting." Mr. Flamel showed a look of disgust. "I don't think Miss Grindelwald would have such ugly handwriting, considering that only a few people know about my alchemy room. Albus doesn't know Miss Grindelwald - he knows another Grindelwald; not to mention Newt, he feels physically uncomfortable when he mentions the name Grindelwald. The only thing left is you."

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked with interest. "You mean, Dumbledore knew Grindelwald... knew Gellert?"

"Of course he knew Gellert, they were friends... Of course I knew him too." Mr. Flamel seemed a little unhappy when he mentioned this name: "Gellert caused quite a stir in Père Lachaise Cemetery. His Fiendish Fire almost burned the whole of Paris to ashes."

Harry tried his best to recall, but he just couldn't connect the eight-year-old sunflower parrot with the dark wizard who almost burned down the whole of Paris.

As long as he thought about the little boy with an evil smile on his face, directing the flames to spread and wreak havoc in Paris, he felt that the play was a bit out of place.

But... Harry caught some highlights, such as Dumbledore was friends with Gellert before?

"Were they friends before they became enemies?" Harry's eyes flashed with gossip. "-- I mean Dumbledore and Gellert. What made them become enemies? I remember seeing it on the Chocolate Frog card. In 1945, Dumbledore defeated Gellert and imprisoned him in Nurmengard..."

"Do you think the picture on the chocolate frog is real?" Mr. Flamel said with a smile: "To outsiders, this incident is Albus's glory - but to Albus, this incident is the pain of his life... This history is very complicated, but it is more in line with the stereotype of you British people."

Mr. Flamel said this and gave Harry a meaningful smile.

"Stereotype?" Harry was stunned.

He went over it in his mind several times, but he couldn't imagine what a stereotype could be.

“Stereotypes,” Mr. Flamel repeated. “But stereotypes of the last few years—hundreds of years.”

Harry racked his brains and tentatively asked, according to the French stereotype of the British, "Is it because the cooking is bad?"

However... the British themselves admit this and it is not a slander by the French.

Mr. Flamel looked at him as if he were a fool.

Cooking is terrible? You become best friends because of your terrible cooking? Is there something wrong with you or is there something wrong with the world?

Papi curled up on the ground, trying to make himself transparent.

She did not want Mr. Flamel to notice her.

"Think about it again," Mr. Flamel suggested, "a relationship closer than friendship..."

Harry felt something pop into his brain, and under Mr. Flamel's guidance, he thought of a more terrifying possibility.

"Could it be..." he asked tentatively.

He really didn't want to think about it any further. He felt that Weiwei might not be able to accept it...

Think about it, such a cute little brother, with such a nice face, and we were counting on him to continue the bloodline of the Grindelwald family, but...

Harry felt that it was very likely that the whole of Austria would suffer the same fate as Paris.

"Welcome to another world." Mr. Flamel nodded with a smile.

Harry took a breath. Even though he had guessed it before, he still couldn't accept it.

“No, no, no, no…”

"Yes," said Mr. Flamel.

"No!" Harry really couldn't accept it. A little sunflower parrot and that white-bearded headmaster...

"Yes." Mr. Flamel was still nodding.

Harry felt terrible. He turned around quickly and said, "Firewhiskey, one glass, Dicko."

He wanted to numb himself with alcohol.

Sometimes it is not a good thing for a person to have too good imagination. By the time he realizes what he just thought of, it is already too late.

"Yes, Master Potter." Dicko disappeared quickly and soon brought him a glass of fire whiskey.

"I need to remind you that minors are prohibited from drinking," Mr. Lemay reminded.

"It doesn't matter, I'm British." Harry took a sip of wine, trying to use alcohol to kick the previous thought out of his mind, "Besides, I'm an adult, if you count it."

He held the wine glass and paced back and forth, and found that he still couldn't forget what Mr. Flamel had just said.

"So, you're saying... Professor Dumbledore and Gellert, really..."

"Yes," said Mr. Flamel, smiling.

"And they... broke up?" Harry asked again.

"That's right," replied Mr. Flamel.

"So I..." Harry sighed. His mind felt as messy as if a nest of Nifflers was stuffed in it.

"So what else is shocking to you?" Mr. Flamel asked with a smile. "It's really unexpected that you are more ancient than an ancient like me."

"I've tried to be open-minded, but..." Harry pinched the wine glass, "I've thought of all the possibilities, but I still didn't expect that one day in the future, the white-bearded headmaster would call Vivi 'sister'."

When Mr. Flamel heard what Harry said, the corners of his mouth that were originally raised fell down.

He seemed to think for a moment, walked forward, and snatched the glass from Harry's hand with a dexterity that was not in line with his age. He drank most of the glass of Firewhiskey in one gulp in front of Harry's shocked eyes.

"I feel a little sad for Gellert now." Harry sighed. He didn't mean it for anything else, people are free to choose their own preferences, and Gellert is not his brother, he just felt sad for the anger that Gellert would have to bear.

It is conceivable how furious Weiwei would be after hearing these two pieces of news...

I really hope the portrait won’t faint from anger like the person…

Mr. Flamel put down his glass and asked in confusion: "Why? This is a modern society. You are not more conservative than someone like me who was born in the fourteenth century, are you?"

"Oh, that's not the case..." Harry organized his words, and then said to Mr. Flamel: "Actually, it's a long story. I saw Vivi's portrait in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts..."

"Portraits?" Mr. Flamel repeated. "You mean—portraits?!"

"Yes." Harry nodded and said, "Vivi's portrait told me that she was trapped in the Slytherin study, and she needed several materials to break the frozen time..."

"Angel's feathers, phoenix's tears, dragon's heart and basilisk's fangs." They both said in unison.

"Ah?" Harry asked belatedly, "How do you know what these materials are?!"

"Because I was the one who taught Miss Grindelwald this time magic." Mr. Flamel shook his head and said, "I warned her at the time that there might be some unknown problems, but she insisted on coming to you..."

"Yeah." Harry nodded and continued, "I've already bought Phoenix Tears and Dragon Heart in Knockturn Alley. Vivi said there are some Angel Feathers in her Gringotts treasure collection and asked me to go to Gringotts to get them."

"That's good." Mr. Flamel nodded. "I was the one who gave her those angel feathers. Did you take them out?"

"That's the problem." Harry patted his thigh. "I went to Gringotts. The millions of Galleons and various alchemical materials in the vault were all extracted by Gellert in 1899. There was only a copper Knut and a crown left..."

"What did you say?" Mr. Flamel's eyes widened. "Oh... no wonder, no wonder, I said..."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked curiously.

"No wonder Gellert was able to quickly develop an organization called the 'Witch Party' in a short period of time. Albus and I were once curious about where the money came from. It turns out that he stole his sister's treasury." Mr. Flamel couldn't help laughing when he said this.

"So," Harry sighed, "I can already imagine what Vivi's reaction will be when she comes out of Slytherin's study - think about it, the money that was seized from the Ash Snakes and poachers is gone, and the Grindelwald family is extinct... Most importantly, Gellert is still... uh."

"Alas~" Mr. Flamel sighed as if in silence.

"Alas." Harry nodded as well.

"By the way," Harry continued, "I remember you said just now that Vivi got the angel feather from you?"

"Yes." Mr. Flamel nodded first, then sighed regretfully and said, "It's just that I don't have any stock here. The last bit of angel feathers was taken away by Albus a few days ago."

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry asked curiously, "Why did Professor Dumbledore take the angel's feather away?"

"Well," said Mr. Flamel, "I have resolved, in the near future, to greet death cheerfully—"

Harry suddenly remembered that Professor Dumbledore had told him before that the Philosopher's Stone he absorbed was an important material for Mr. Flamel to make the elixir of life.

"Is it because of the Philosopher's Stone, Mr. Flamel?" he asked guiltily.

He now felt somewhat regretful. If he had known that the price of absorbing the Philosopher's Stone was the lives of the two elderly people, he would rather wait for a few years or find another way...

"Good boy, don't feel guilty." Mr. Flamel said with a smile: "Believe me, I have lived long enough - if you have lived for more than 600 years, you will also feel tired... Eating tasteless food day after day, the body is like rust. There is really no point in living like this. It is better to welcome the arrival of death early."

"In Albus's words, for people with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure... He often says this. I can see that he is not afraid of death and is even actively embracing it."

"So," Mr. Flamel continued, "I gave most of the things I had at home to others, such as Albus or Newt... They all received a small gift from me - if you want an angel feather, why not ask Albus for help? After all, he is your junior brother."

Seeing Harry still struggling, Mr. Flamel leaned over and whispered, "Don't tell Albus. This is actually the advice he wants me to give you. Let me tell you through my actions that there is nothing good about immortality... But what I won't tell others is that I still have enough elixir in stock. As long as Perenelle and I are willing, living another 600 years is not a problem."

"Really?" Harry forced a smile.

"Of course it's true. Perenelle and I die once every hundred years," said Mr. Flamel, smiling. "But I wouldn't tell anyone about this."

"So don't worry too much about the Philosopher's Stone. Even if the elixir of life is gone, you can still release some of your magic to help me make the elixir of life." Mr. Flamel said again: "Go find Albus, child."

Since Mr. Flamel said so, Harry felt relieved. It seemed that he had now become a walking philosopher's stone.

However, he didn't know what to do. Did he have to go around in circles and seek help from the principal?

"But." Harry expressed his concerns: "Professor Dumbledore was the one who locked up Gellert himself. What if he doesn't believe Vivi? Or he thinks Vivi will come out to avenge Gellert, or maybe she wants to complete Gellert's unfinished business..."

"Don't worry, child." Mr. Flamel said kindly, "Albus is not the kind of person you think. He will help you."

Harry still had doubts about this matter.

He did not doubt that Professor Dumbledore would do anything bad to him. After all, what happened at the end of last semester was enough to prove that Professor Dumbledore had no ill will towards him.

But what about Vivi?

Once Vivi was involved, Harry started to have a lot of thoughts.

Harry forced a smile and asked, "So, Mr. Flamel, do you know where to find the basilisk fang?"

"I haven't seen something like this for a long time." Mr. Flamel said honestly, "The last time I saw a basilisk with my own eyes was in Constantinople in 1453. Constantine XI had the basilisk released when he was surrounded in an attempt to stop the Ottoman attack..."

"Has it been that long?" Harry frowned. "What about the basilisk?"

"Just after leaving the St. Romanus Gate, it was killed by a thing called the Urban Cannon," Mr. Flamel replied. He added, "But it is not ruled out that someone is illegally raising a basilisk. A few years ago, someone was arrested for raising a basilisk in Tsarist Russia. It seems that a demon monk named Rasputin raised it. He tried to use the bile of the basilisk to strengthen his virility. You know the result. He died."

"Killed by a basilisk?" asked Harry.

"No, drowned," said Mr. Flamel.

Harry opened his mouth and asked Mr. Flamel: "Drowned? How can a wizard drown?"

"He was poisoned. He ate eight pieces of cake laced with potassium cyanide and drank a bottle of Madeira laced with potassium cyanide," said Mr. Flamel. "But the poison didn't hurt him. However, a Muggle shot him from behind, piercing his lung and bruising his heart... When people thought he was dead, he suddenly jumped up and grabbed a Muggle by the throat. He was shot three more times, one of which hit him in the head, but he still survived."

"The Muggles then hit him on the head with a piece of exercise equipment called dumbbells, which made him pass out. They finally threw him into the icy river, and after a period of time, he drowned in a coma."

Harry couldn't help but be in awe when he heard this.

This dude... is simply a legend.

"I think you should come to Hogwarts to be the History of Magic teacher, Mr. Flamel." Harry invited sincerely: "You are much more humorous and interesting when talking about history than Mr. Binns."

"I graduated from Beauxbatons. Besides, Professor Binns works at Hogwarts, but the school doesn't need to pay him a salary." Mr. Flamel said with a smile.

A question mark floated over Harry's head.

And this kind of operation?

This... does this count as exploiting ghosts?

"Oh, right." Harry said again. He finally noticed Pappy, who was cosplaying as a little transparent girl, curled up on the ground. "There is one more thing I want to ask for your help, my friend - can you help her turn back into a human?"

Mr. Flamel walked up to Pappy and cast a spell on her head as she looked at him pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Mr. Flamel sat back down. "Even I can't think of anything I can do at the moment—"

Harry was a little frustrated, and he rubbed Pappy's head sympathetically.

"It's okay, Harry," Pappy said with rounded eyes and raised his head, full of energy, "In fact, being a unicorn is not bad - just like you said, I will be the first unicorn director of Hogwarts! Ahoo!"

Harry sighed.

"In that case, let's eat first." Mr. Flamel stood up and invited Harry: "I think you and Miss Sweeting are hungry."

"Great." Pappy cheered, "It's time to eat."

Mr. Flamel's wife, Perenelle Flamel, looks similar to Mr. Flamel, both of them have osteoporosis and are easily staggered by the wind.

Fortunately, there are four house-elves serving me at home, so I don’t have to worry about not being able to do any work.

Perenelle kept asking Harry to eat more, and even gave him more rice twice.

Harry didn't want to eat more, but seeing the old man's trembling appearance, he didn't have the heart to refuse the old man's kindness.

Sometimes he wondered, after eating so much more at the Weasleys' house and still eating so much more in France, would he become like his cousin Dudley? The kind with a fat head and big ears, the kind that would make the flesh of his buttocks flow off the stool when he sat on it...

The thought was a bit horrifying, and Harry shook his head, trying to drive the image of a pig wearing a wig out of his mind.

After spending a day at Flamel's house, Harry was ready to leave.

After all, all the information that one wanted to know had been learned. Mr. Flamel did not know where the basilisk fang was obtained, and the angel's feather was in the hands of Professor Dumbledore.

If I want to rescue Vivi from Slytherin's study, I still need to communicate with Professor Dumbledore.

As Harry was about to leave, Mr. Flamel suddenly called out to him.

"Harry, I suggest you leave Miss Pappy with me for a while." Mr. Flamel said, "Although I don't have any good solutions, I can help Miss Pappy recuperate. After all, Magic Magus is very harmful to the body."

"Ah?" Harry's heart skipped a beat. He quickly grabbed Pappy's horn and asked with concern, "Pappy, are you hiding something from me?"

"No." Pappy smiled and nudged Harry's face, saying to him, "Perhaps the curse left by Voldemort was not completely removed -"

"Really?" Harry cast a detection spell, but found nothing wrong.

"Don't worry, Harry, you go back first and come back to pick me up in a few days." Pappy jumped twice and said happily: "Oh, thank you for your concern——"

"Okay." Seeing that the detection had no results, Harry could only put aside his doubts and asked, "Mr. Flamel, is Pappy really okay?"

"Don't worry about it," said Mr. Flamel.

Since Mr. Flamel said so, Harry could only nod and say, "Well, I'll pick you up in a few days, Pappy."

"Okay." Pappy shook his head and said happily.

Harry took one last look at Pappy, agreed with Mr. Flamel on a date to pick her up, then walked out the door and Apparated back to the Burrow.

After Harry left, there was silence in Flamel's alchemy room.

"Miss Sweeting," Mr. Flamel said softly, "you should know that ghosts cannot eat - even if you use the form of another unicorn, it will only burden your body."

Pappy lay down on the ground again.

After a while, a beautiful girl in Hufflepuff robes appeared at the spot.

"I know." Pappy raised his head with a smile on his pretty face, "It's just... Harry really likes watching me eat."

"But how did you know I was a ghost?" Pappy turned left and right, as light as a deer running through the woods.

"Do not underestimate the alchemist's intuition, Miss Sweeting," said Mr. Flamel.

"You have a pair of knowledgeable eyes." Pappy smiled at Mr. Flamel.

Mr. Flamel sighed and said to Pappy, "I sincerely suggest that you stop eating, Miss Sweeting. During this time, I will use some methods to help you regulate your ghost body... But speaking of it, why did you choose to become a magicmagus?"

"Magmagus?" Pappy smiled and said reminiscingly, "Well, Vivi is a genius witch, she always has a way; Cassandra comes from a noble family, her home is not short of treasures... and I, well, I also want to be like them. I saw a book in the restricted area that said unicorns have a long lifespan, so I thought that if I became a Magmagus unicorn, maybe I could hold on until Harry comes back."

While saying these words, Pappy still maintained a bright smile.

But the ghostly tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes revealed her true emotions.

"But you failed." Mr. Flamel sighed.

"Failed?" Pappy thought for a moment and said with a smile, "But I am also very satisfied with this. I am really satisfied."

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(The next chapter will be updated in the afternoon. I have been overworking my brain lately and have not had enough rest. I will sleep now for the chapters that will be released on schedule.)

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