Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix is ​​in a heavy mood. Although he and Nick Flamel have only met once, they have communicated many times through magic photos. To him, Nick is closer to a teacher.

"Wait a minute, Headmaster Dumbledore, I will bring something."

France, Paris.

Felix revisited the old place. Under the guidance of Dumbledore, he came to a secluded street, separated by two streets, which is the Boothrace Hotel, the place where the muggle meeting was held during the summer vacation.

He saw a group of energetic youngsters here. Their young faces are still vivid. Student leader Yuria, captured but did not confide Matt, pays attention to friendship and family affection. Dumbledore, innocent and unaffected Bessni...

Dumbledore handed Felix a piece of paper with the words "7½ Montmorency Street" on it. When he thought of this address in his heart, In the middle of the two lawns, a small white house suddenly emerged from the air.

"Courageous Loyalty Curse." This thought flashed through Felix's mind.

He glanced at the magnificent burning clouds in the sky and followed Dumbledore into the house. Inside is a medieval-style living room. On the table are various grotesquely shaped glass containers, candle holders, and copper Earth instruments. Several sofas are covered by white cloth sheets. The upper edge of the fireplace in the corner is covered. Smoked black.

On the other side of the spiral staircase in the corner, there is a refined bookshelf filled with books. On the table opposite to the bookshelf, there is a large crystal ball. The light comes from the thick dust. Show through.

Under the guidance of Dumbledore, he came to a bedroom on the second floor. A small wooden token hung on the brown door with the words: Nick and Perenal.

Pushing open the door, an old man was lying quietly on the bed, his chest was motionless, and his face was scary white. When he got closer, he heard a shallow snoring.

"Nick," Dumbledore said softly, "Felix is ​​here."

After a long while, the old man opened his eyes, his eyes covered with white pans, shaking with "Felix?" said: "Felix?"

"It's me, Nick, long time no see." Felix pretended to say lightly. The sight glass hidden in his pocket was held in his hand. Late Christmas presents may not be given out.

"Felix-I always look forward to-the day when I actually meet you," Nick tried to open his eyes, but his eyes were blurred, "However, something has been delayed -"

"Don't you have a Philosopher's Stone, how could it..."

"Destroyed, child, I have lived for nearly 700 years. Death... is not a bad thing."

Nick · Flamel extended the hand from the quilt tremblingly, "Felik—Oh!" He shouted in pain.

Felix heard a crisp ka-cha, and he was slightly silent. Although the timing was wrong, he still wanted to laugh. He remembered the scene of Nick moving away when the two met for the first time. . His fingers shook slightly, causing the quilt to move down suddenly.

"Thank you—"

Nick spreads out his palm to reveal a golden key.

"I know that I will die soon, but this is not important-Perenal and I have no children. Before I die, I need to find someone to inherit my knowledge."

"Why me?" Felix asked. He focuses on magic texts, not alchemy. Nick Flamel will not be clear.

"I hope this world is better. You are the most suitable candidate. All aspects meet my requirements-this is the result of my careful consideration."

Felix thumped Of course, Nick Flamel's hundreds of years of research results, what a huge amount of knowledge this is, and the two roads can be said to be extremely compatible, and there is a natural connection.

"Did you think about it clearly?" He suppressed the joy in his heart and confirmed again that he subconsciously ignored the old man's initial words.

"Except, except for a little worry-I have added a condition for this -" Nick Flamel said, his cheeks sideways, facing the window, the sound of cars passing by can be faintly heard .

Felix's expression becomes more cautious, he knows it won't be that simple. But he really didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. No matter how difficult the conditions set by Nick Flamel, he would do his best. Moreover, he didn't think that Nick would propose something he couldn't do.

So he said gently: "What do you need me to do, Nick?"

The old man gasped hard, his chest like a worn bellows, Dumbledore said softly, "Nick , You--" But the old man shook his head, "Don't stop me, Albus."

"Felix, remember—remember what I said when we first met? The old man liked— —Implant myself in a place in the world — in pursuit of a sense of security —”

His eyes suddenly widened, his face was completely bloodless, and he looked a bit like a ghost.

Felix's heart sank, he knew what Nick was going to say! Sure enough, the old man gasped for a while and said, "These hours, I have been getting to know you. The more I know, the more I am worried that you will go astray. So-ho, cough cough! As long as-as long as you sign a contract, Everything about me is yours."

"An unbreakable vow?" Felix hid his face in the shadows, losing the warmth in his words.

The unbreakable oath is a magic of oaths concluded between wizards. It is extremely effective. Those who violate the oath have only one result-death. Felix has also signed magic contracts with people before, but compared with the unbreakable vows, the degree of restraint is simply the difference between Heaven and Earth.

In the former, he can still get rid of and transfer the magic effect, but in the latter, he has nothing to do.

Nick panted, did not speak, completely acquiescing to Felix's guess, he just tried hard to lift the key in his hand, but he was a little weak.

"It's really hard for you to come up with such a way after you think it over." Felix said sarcastically.

"I, cough cough!" Nick coughed violently.

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't rush to refuse! Felix-my conditions are not harsh, you can listen first--"

"I'm not at all interested."

Felix looked towards Dumbledore, his eyes full of exploration: "So, you are here to be a witness?"

"No, Felix. "Dumbledore said sadly: "I don't know what Nick thinks," he looked towards the old man, and said in a deep voice, "Nick, we all know that this is not a good way."

Nick did not refute "I, I know, if I have time—I will observe him for several decades, but Felix—I’m going to die—"

"This is your business," Felix shallow blue His eyes are fixed on Nick Flamel, and he has been trying to raise the golden key in his hand, "I'll give you a suggestion. You can find another person who is willing to sign a contract before you breathe."

Nick seems to be a little more energetic, and his words become fluent: "If and if you promise, you will inherit all my property, not just those you see-I have twelve safe houses all over the world, There are seven libraries, which contain my nearly 700 years of accumulation: alchemy, ancient runes, magic code, ancient magic... I am still the director of Beauxbatons, as long as you promise, everything is yours..."

"Trust me, the conditions are not harsh." His eyes were full of hopeful rays of light.

Felix said coldly: "I'm not stupid. I have nothing to say except rejection."

Nick fell silent, the brilliance in his eyes faded, he Suddenly struggling to sit up, leaning against the wall, this action made his body tremble constantly, "Ah—Albus, please—please leave temporarily—" He gasped.

Dumbledore glanced over him and Felix, sighed and said, "Nick, you..." He turned and left.

There are only two people left in the bedroom.

Felix sits on the only chair with his right leg cocked, and the black wand turns dexterously in his hand. He easily said: "What do you want to do, let me watch you die You can't do anything now."

Nick smiled: "This happens to be my advantage. I am dying. This is my advantage." He deliberately emphasized this.

Felix looked at him in surprise.

The old man said softly: "Your answer has not changed, and I hate external constraints, so I have a backup plan." He extended the hand, and magic symbols appeared one after another on the palm of his hand. The magic symbol condenses into a golden eye.

"Will you be ancient magic?"

"Living for a long time has the advantage of being comprehending. In fact, I have never practiced..."

Felix cautiously asked: "What do you want?"

"From you? No, no, I just want to be a guest at your house..."

"——You Dreaming!"

"I'm dying, Felix," the old man extends the hand, looking at him imploringly, "No one will tell your secret!"

"..."

In the silence, Felix seemed to be able to see the old man’s life go by little by little, with the sound of snakelike si si in every breath, and his gnashing teeth said: "old bastard, I will watch you die, and I can’t even think about it!"

Nick Flamel laughed freely, his tone of relief with satisfaction: "You will not be disappointed."

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Felix stood up, strode over to the bed, carefully examined the thin and pale hand, and grasped it when it was about to fall.