Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

The latest website: After seeing off the last guest, Clark picked up a cup of coffee and beckoned Hermione to sit leisurely in a chair.

In that way, it seems that he is the owner of this open-air coffee shop.

"Look, isn't there a place here?"

Hermione was speechless at his operation. It turned out that the so-called having a place was to drive away all the other guests.

"Hey!"

At this time, a sigh sounded in Clark's ear, and the skinny old man trembled, as if he would blackmail someone with half a million at any time, and walked to sit opposite Clark.

"We are all small businesses, and we don't make much money every day."

"If the famous alchemist Mr. Nicole Flamel is crying poor, then the entire magic world will never find another poor person."

"Nicole Flamel!"

Listening to their conversation, Hermione almost jumped up with a gasp.

The skinny little old man in front of him turned out to be the famous and legendary alchemist—Nicole Flamel!

He actually set up a stall to sell coffee on the streets of France. Are those wizards in the French magic world crazy?

Hermione couldn't believe it, but the old man smiled and said, "Hey, Dumbledore is really worrying, but I have never seen a situation like yours."

Accompanied by Nicole Flamel's words, Clark instantly felt that the endless stream of people around him seemed to leave him at this moment.

No, those people didn't walk away, it's just that the distance between them and Clark and the others was infinitely getting farther... farther away...

It was as if the open-air cafe they were staying in had been cut out from the real world.

Clark took a deep look at the famous alchemist.

No magic fluctuations! No spells cast! No waving a magic wand either!

In an instant, he used a space magic, and there was no trace of fireworks when he moved his hands.

With such strength, it is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

Nicole Flamel noticed Clark's eyes and waved his hands calmly.

"Don't worry, these are just some tricks, old man, I am no longer capable of casting magic, even if I chat with you alone, I have to rely on this thing."

While speaking, Nicole Flamel turned his palm over, and Clark noticed the ruby ​​ring on his right ring finger at a glance.

Magic stone!

Clark took out a crystal clear crystal stone from his pocket, put it on the table in front of him, and handed over the card he was looking at just now.

"Principal Dumbledore asked me to deliver this thing to you."

Nicole Flamel took the card and glanced at the crystal at the same time, "Your name is Clark, right? It's hard for you to run so far and bring this useless thing to me."

His voice is very soft, and his speaking speed is also very slow. Sometimes he even has to rest for a long time after finishing a sentence, as if he will hang up at any time.

"But when he borrowed it, I told him that he didn't have to return it, so I'd better give it to you, my wife and I."

The old lady smiled at Clark and Hermione.

"I've already taken care of everything, and I'm ready to face death with peace of mind."

His tone was very calm, and things like the horror of death came out of his mouth, as if it was as common as getting up early and going out for a walk.

Clark heard many similar words on the Internet in his previous life, such as "When I get old, I choose to die alone", and "It's good to be single, and don't need your husband to take care of you when you get old, just euthanize yourself."

However, he knew that those were just a group of ignorant people talking hilariously in the virtual world. When they really got old, they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

But with Nicole Flamel, Clark could tell that this great alchemist had really seen through death and looked down on everything.

To him, death was just another long journey.

"Then don't you plan to leave something for future generations before you leave?"

Clark didn't persuade him to live any longer. An old man who has lived for more than six hundred years still needs you, a teenager, to educate him.

So he began to reveal the true purpose of his trip bit by bit.

But Nicole Flamel, who heard this, glanced at Clark.

"That's a good relationship. All my things are left at the Beauxbaton School of Magic. If you like it, I'll talk to that little girl Olim and help you with the transfer procedures. The Beauxbaton School of Magic welcomes you." Those talented children, and there are many little witches in this school, they are passionate and unrestrained, and they will never let you down."

As he said that, Nicole Flamel winked mischievously at Clark. Of course, Clark's arm under the table received another "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" from Hermione as expected.

Clark shook his head dumbfoundingly, "You keep saying that, and you're not afraid that Principal Dumbledore will come to you for theories. It's impossible to change schools, and it's impossible to change schools in this life. Hogwarts gives me the feeling It’s like home, everyone is talented and they speak nicely, I like it so much.”

Nicole Flamel glanced at him disappointedly, "That's such a pity, Dumbledore is too thoughtful, he's not a student, I'm afraid he can't teach you more things."

That's all you can say, Clark secretly complained in his heart. But he also knew that the law was not taught lightly. Nicole Flamel was a French wizard after all. If he really taught a little foreign wizard all he had learned, he might die in fear.

But the law should not be passed on lightly, but it can still be communicated.

Clark recalled that part of the knowledge obtained from the fragments of the godhead belonged to the [Psychic]. Under the control of the mind, with the outline of the fingertips, the psionic energy condensed into one after another invisible, intangible, even in this world. The strange runes that did not exist at all were submerged in the transparent magic stone that only had an empty shell left.

And with the gradual increase of those runes, words and words are combined with each other to form words, short sentences, long sentences, paragraphs, and finally densely packed into a spiritual chapter that looks like a beautiful flower pattern.

Nicole Flamel became serious for the first time. He looked at the transparent crystal in Clark's hand. The sun shone on it, refracting colorful rays of light. The stone seemed to have undergone some inexplicable changes, giving people a feeling of being alive, but upon closer inspection, nothing happened.

A spar alive?

If you look at it from the perspective of an ordinary old wizard, you might think that you are old and dim. But as a former great alchemist, even though he has lost his magic power now, he is still keenly aware of the difference.

The method used by the young man in front of him is not magic!

In other words, it wasn't any kind of extraordinary method known in his hundreds of years of experience.