I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

This is a small courtyard by the river.

There is an endless green grassland around it, which is rare in the era when the land has basically been fully developed and the original ecology has been destroyed on a large scale.

Fox appeared outside the gate of this small courtyard with Dumbledore and Lynn.

The sun and the breeze accompanied by the sound of the small river next to it make people feel refreshed and happy. There is a faint fragrance of grass around, and the well-kept garden in the yard can be seen from a distance, which is very pleasing to the eye.

"Nick Flamel's home."

Lynn read out the logo on the house in a low voice, which also verified his previous guess. Dumbledore brought him here to confirm that his best friend, the creator of the Sorcerer's Stone, was called the ancestor of alchemy, Nick Flamel!

"Oh, there are guests here."

A brisk voice sounded, but there was no one around.

Lin En looked around for a while, and finally looked at the white courtyard door.

"Is that you talking?"

Dumbledore explained to him with a smile.

"This is the doorman of Nick's house, and one of the alchemy creatures he created in his early years."

The door didn't seem too pleased with Dumbledore's introduction, it added.

"I have my own name, you can call me Doyle."

Lynn looked at the rather real door speechlessly.

"Isn't that still calling the door?"

"But at least it's my own title in this family, isn't it?"

Doyle opened his body to them as he spoke.

"You are an old friend of the master, so there is no need to report, so please come in, both of you."

Lynn and Dumbledore walked into the house of the greatest alchemist together. In the yard, there was a small figure taking care of the flowers in the garden.

Lynn was surprised to find that the creature working in the garden was not a house elf, but a doll in a beautiful dress, red leather shoes, and brilliant blond hair.

She is about the size of a normal 6 or 7 year old child, but you can see obvious threads on her body, as well as eyes made of two beautiful green glass beads.

The puppet saw them too, and she looked at Dumbledore in surprise with a small water jug ​​in her hand and bowed politely to him.

"It's Mr. Dumbledore, welcome to Flamel's house, and this gentleman welcomes you too."

"How are you doing recently, Flandre?" Dumbledore greeted the doll with a smile. He seemed to be very familiar with everything here, and he was obviously a frequent visitor to Flamel's house.

The puppet Flandre said respectfully: "Everything is fine, Mr. Dumbledore, please come in, the master is reading an opera script in the living room right now."

"He still likes these." Dumbledore said as he led Lynn into the second-floor hut.

Before entering the room, he introduced Lynn softly.

"The doll you saw just now used to be Nick's wife's favorite doll when she was a child, and then Nick repaired and transformed it into an alchemy item with its own consciousness, or most of the rooms in this room are like this Alchemy items."

Although the door of the house is not alive like the door in the yard, it can also open the door for them independently.

After entering the house, Lynn finally met the owner of the house, Nick Flamel.

He has thick silver hair, even though he has lived for more than 600 years, his appearance still looks young, and Dumbledore looks older than him.

"Albus? It's rare to see you once in this period of time, why do you have the time to come to me?"

When he saw Dumbledore, he showed surprise on his face, put down the script in his hand, and ran to Dumbledore and Lynn with two simple-looking sofa chairs beside him on four short legs.

Even though he has seen so many magical alchemy creatures, Lynn still finds this scene very interesting.

He sat on the sofa chair with Dumbledore, and Nicolas also turned his gaze to him.

"This... looks familiar."

Dumbledore introduced him: "Lynn Belloc, you should have heard of this name recently, or seen his picture on the front page of the Daily Prophet."

With Dumbledore's reminder, Nick Lemay immediately remembered who Lynn was.

"I have indeed heard your name many times recently, and I have also seen your deeds in the newspapers. You have become a professor at Hogwarts at such a young age. Recently, I heard that you will be awarded the Order of Merlin. , is really young and promising."

In front of such an old man much older than Dumbledore, Lynn didn't dare to be arrogant, he waved his hand and said.

"You are overrated."

When they were talking, Lynn and the others saw in the yard before, the puppet named Flandre was holding a teapot, poured black tea for each of them, and served some refreshments at the same time.

Before getting down to business, Dumbledore glanced around the living room.

"Where's Perenal?"

"She went to the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic to say goodbye to some old friends. After this meeting, it will probably be a farewell."

Dumbledore looked at him with a slight frown.

"How much potion of immortality do you have left?"

Nicolome's voice was still very brisk.

"Maybe it will be used up this winter? In autumn, I will hold a small private banquet to say goodbye to some old friends. Don't forget to come when the time comes."

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

He will not feel sad that his old friend is preparing to meet his death. This is his own choice. He will only wish him a smooth journey in this journey that is both the end and the beginning.

"Okay, let's not talk about me. You brought this Mr. Belloc to find me today. You definitely don't want to hear me, a bad old man, nagging."

Dumbledore explained his purpose.

"I did come to you with something to ask for a fragment of the Philosopher's Stone from you."

Nicolome looked at him strangely, then waved to a cabinet in the corner of the living room, and immediately a delicate wooden box flew towards him in the cabinet.

"What do you want this for?" Nicolas asked as he opened the wooden box and pushed it towards Dumbledore, "These fragments of the Philosopher's Stone have basically lost most of their effectiveness, and they can't be turned into gold or made. The elixir is gone."

A few irregular red crystal fragments were quietly placed in the wooden box, and Dumbledore gently took one out of it.

"It has lost most of its efficacy, but there is still some remaining magic power, which can reshape a suitable body for some souls that have not yet died."