HP Magic Biography

"The conversation went on fairly well?" Dumbledore asked, with Fudge's consent... well, well, Dumbledore took him directly out of the Ministry of Magic. 【】

Okay, does the Ministry of Magic prohibit transposition?

"Not bad," Fanlin said, "but it's all trivial things."

"Yeah." Dumbledore nodded. He didn't even mean to ask Van Lin. Dumbledore's own thing was the clearest thing about himself. He didn't think Umbridge could get from Van Lin. What to get there.

"This is?" Fanlin looked around, and they came to this area from the space where they changed their shapes and shadows.

"The wilderness of France?"

"If my spell didn't go wrong, this place should be the foot of the Pyrenees." Dumbledore said.

"Busbarton is really located in the Pyrenees?" Fanlin asked, but he looked over, the location was far away from the distant mountain.

"Are you sure you don't need to change your shape and shadow again?" Fanlin asked, this is too far away, but is there any magic that hides Boothbarton?

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore said, "I don't think we need to change our shadows again."

"It's hard for us to walk over like this?" Fanlin asked. This looks incredible. He is an exchange student sent by Hogwarts, and the person next to him is the principal of Hogwarts, and he is also recognized The greatest wizard of the century.

Then the two people visited Boothbatten, but the result was to leave?

If you change to Professor McGonagall, you will be crazy. Professor McGonagall pays great attention to etiquette and dignity.

Fanlin remembered that when he went out to visit Booth Barton, he traveled by a horse-drawn chariot. Although it was considered a luxury, it tasted like Booth Barton, right?

Think about it, the gorgeous and elegant rune carriage, and then walk down a group of beautiful and passionate French girls.

No matter how you look at it, it's more appropriate than their walk.

"Don't pay too much attention to the appearance, many times these are unnecessary." Dumbledore said lightly. He seemed to have touched something, and then he gently wiped it with his hand, and Van Lin faintly saw that there was something in front of him. what.

"Please come in," Dumbledore said, and he motioned Fanlin to follow, and then walked in through the void that looked like a portal first.

Fan Lin hurriedly followed.

Unsurprisingly, they touched the magic enchantment, which was probably the defensive enchantment of Boothbaton.

Wouldn't it be nice for Dumbledore to tear open a door like this? Treated as enemies by Busbarton's people?

Fanlin couldn't help shaking his head. The idea was undoubtedly crazy, but also very unrealistic, to treat Dumbledore as an enemy? I'm afraid only a guy like Voldemort would think so.

Fudge is an exception. He is a politician through and through, an idiot who has been dazzled by power. Fanlin feels that no one can save him.

"Hey, Albus, you are finally here. I may have been waiting for you for a long time." An old voice came, which was a little dumb, as if it was being squeezed out of the throat.

Fanlin looked up and saw a huge rune carriage parked not far away, and an old man sitting in a gold chair watched here quietly.

After seeing Dumbledore come in, a smile leaked from the old man's face.

I have to say that the old man smiled ugly, his face wrinkled like tree bark, covered with the wind and frost of the years.

Logically speaking, this is already a dying year. But the old man's is surprisingly good, at least the skin still reveals a trace of ruddy. The combination of the two seems very skeptical, but on the old man who plays with it, it makes people feel surprisingly harmonious.

"Nico, sorry, I lost some time in the Ministry of Magic. Our Mr. Al needs to attach a new trace. This is the first time the trace disappears before age."

Dumbledore said that he turned slightly to one side and let out Fanlin who was standing behind him.

"Hello, Mr. Nicole May, I am honored to see you with my own eyes."

Regarding Nicole May, whether it is in the magic world or the Muggle world, there are legends about Nicole May.

Nico Lemay was born in 1330. He has a good education, is proficient in Latin and Greek, and is good at calligraphy and copywriting. In Paris, he made a living by selling books and copying articles. He also recruited students and taught them to copy and draw illustrations. Often nobles paid for him to copy rare manuscripts, so he might have copied alchemy manuscripts.

His ordinary life had a dramatic change in one night. An angel came to his dream and told him that he would receive a magical book. He must study hard and understand thoroughly to obtain the power of extraordinary wonder. . This dream has come true. He wrote in his manuscript "Livredesfigureshyeroglyphiques" (Livredesfigureshyeroglyphiques): "I have an old huge book in exchange for 2 florin coins~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It does not use paper or sheepskin like other books, but is made of delicate and smooth young bark. The cover is tightly wrapped in brass, and it is engraved with text or strange symbols... It has 7 pages It is a group of 3 groups, including the home page. The seventh page of each group has no text, but on the seventh page of the first group, there is a magic wand swallowed by a giant snake."

This mysterious document is called "Book of Abraham the Jew" (Book of Abraham the Jew). Before interpreting it, Nicole Lemay spent 21 years collecting information. Finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, Nicole LeMay wrote the following words on April 25, 1382: "I Always follow the instructions of the book verbatim and use the same amount of mercury to deduce redstone... and then the mercury is actually converted into gold, which is indeed better than ordinary gold, softer and more plastic."

After making it into a philosopher's stone, he used the wealth from alchemy for charity, built 14 hospitals in Paris, and built and repaired churches.

He finally died in his hometown in 1427. After digging up the graves of him and his wife, he found no bodies. It is said that he and his wife have become immortal.

Of course, in the wizarding world, there are legends about Le May, and the most striking thing is nothing more than the magic stone in his hands.

The identity of the alchemist makes people crazy about it, especially the elixir.

In fact, LeMay has not appeared in Muggle's vision since 1427. After all, living for more than six hundred years is beyond Muggle's acceptance.

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