i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 107 Nicoléme is on the road

"It shouldn't be rock pie, right?"

If he wanted to eat rock cake, Harry thought it would be better to fight Voldemort again, he asked with a grimace.

Harry's sincere question immediately enlivened the atmosphere, and Rigg, Hermione and Ron in the medical room all burst out laughing.

Harry had told them about the Rock Piper beating incident for a whole morning.

Rigg whispered to the confused Headmaster Dumbledore what they were laughing at, and the corners of Dumbledore's mouth also curved up.

He had also eaten Hagrid's rock biscuits. This hybrid giant had completely failed to consider the limits of the human body.

Obviously, the rock cake, which is more stone than stone, is not a delicacy that normal people can appreciate.

Hagrid should have been angry, but everyone was laughing, so the honest guy touched his head and laughed too.

"It's not Rockpie. Principal Dumbledore asked Professor McGonagall to bring me a message yesterday and gave me a day off to sort it out. Of course, sir, you should definitely expel me..."

Principal Dumbledore called Hagrid seriously. He didn't want Hagrid to blame him anymore, and Hagrid stopped talking.

He took out a package of books wrapped in parchment from his chest pocket, "Okay, here's this for you."

Harry took the gift in surprise and carefully removed the outer packaging. It looked like a beautiful book with a leather cover.

Harry opened it curiously, and it was filled with photos of wizards. The ones smiling and waving at him on every page were his father and mother, as well as some people he didn't know.

"Hagrid and I have been sending owls to deliver letters to your parents' old classmates from yesterday to today, asking them for photos. Do you like this gift?" Dumbledore said with a smile. Hagrid was also trying to remember the content of the letter and pointed out.

Take the photos and introduce each one to Harry.

Harry looked at the photo blankly and was speechless.

The person who cried bitterly just now was Hagrid, and now Harry thought it might be him.

He worked hard for a long time and kept looking at the ceiling of the medical room without holding back his tears.

With tears in his eyes, Harry thanked Principal Dumbledore and Hagrid with tears in his eyes. Hagrid patted his chest and promised that if there were any other photos later, he would send them to him.

As soon as Hagrid's hand hit his chest, he shouted in a hoarse voice: "Oh, I have such a bad memory."

He took out six more carefully woven unicorn tail hair bracelets from his chest pocket and handed them to Rigg and the others, "The unicorn you rescued often comes to the edge of the Forbidden Forest recently. It has

I will bring gifts with me every time, and they are all placed in my cabin now. Remember to come over and take a look when you are free."

Rigg took the bracelet and distributed it to Hermione and the others, and he felt better.

"A unique fate, isn't it?" Dumbledore picked up the bracelet belonging to Stephanie with great interest and looked at it, "I recommend you to carry this bracelet with you. It is the blessing of the unicorn.

It can bring you good luck and health."

After looking at the bracelet, the principal handed it back to Hagrid. Hagrid stood up, and the ground shook again, and the bed made an ominous sound.

He found Madam Pomfrey's desk, left a small note for her, and asked Rigg and the others to explain to Madam Pomfrey.

Hagrid is not good at gentle and considerate things. It was Dumbledore's idea to give Harry a gift.

It wasn't his intention to just bring Harry a gift, but he just couldn't think of anything else.

Hagrid, Rigg, Hermione and Ron, who felt a little guilty, apologized again and again, saying that they would treat them well when they went to the hut.

"Or maybe you can take away anything I have that you are interested in?" Hagrid said with some uncertainty. He didn't usually consume anything. There might be some crops or specialties produced in the Forbidden Forest that the little wizard would be interested in.

Rigg and the others looked at each other.

They have been to Hagrid's hut countless times. It is a simple house.

Even if there were any valuable items, they were probably destroyed during Xiaolong Norbert's play, right?

In order to appease Hagrid, Rigg promised that they would definitely go and have a look.

Hagrid, who was afraid that he would collapse the bed board, stood and thought for a while. He felt that he had done all the things he had come to the infirmary to do today, so he said goodbye to Principal Dumbledore and the foursome.

"I'm going to prepare pumpkins and other ingredients." Hagrid said angrily. Now he was the Hagrid who Rigg and the others once knew, as steady and strong as a mountain.

Principal Dumbledore seemed to have something to say to Rigg and the others, leaving room for formal conversations, Hagrid was the most skilled.

After Hagrid left, the foursome talked about the unicorn with great interest. Rigg looked at the bracelet and wondered what alchemy items could be made from such good materials.

It looked like this bracelet was knitted by Hagrid. The big man had good needlework skills, but it was too difficult for him to make a bracelet. It could only be said to be barely usable.

Ah, alchemy.

There was obviously no need to ask Hagrid any more questions about being deceived by Quirrell, as he explained it all himself in a daze.

Rigg finally remembered what he had not asked, "Dear Principal Dumbledore, do you want to return the real Philosopher's Stone to Nicolas Flamel?"

Rigg was thinking that since summer vacation was coming soon, he could even go to France and find a good relative, Nicoléme, to study for a while. If he could learn how to make the magic stone...

"The magic stone has been destroyed..."

"What!" The foursome exclaimed, that was a legendary alchemy item that could extend life and turn stone into gold.

Dumbledore continued, his tone sounding very happy, "Well, Nico and I talked about it, and we agreed that this is the best way."

"But, in that case, he and his wife will die, right?" It was difficult for Hermione to imagine a world where she had lived for hundreds of years, but death was obviously something that was even more unacceptable to the young her.

"They've got some elixirs stored away, like that imitation, just enough to keep things in order. I heard they'll take one last look at the world, and then, yeah, they'll die."

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the four, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile. When he was young, he didn't understand death either.

"I know, to young people like you, this may seem unbelievable. But for Nico and Perenal, death is actually like going to bed after a long day.

They've been doing this for hundreds of years."

Even though he had heard Rigg's popular science before, Ron also sighed in awe.

"Moreover, for people with a clear mind, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not actually such a wonderful thing." Dumbledore saw the disapproval and disapproval of several young wizards.

I don't understand, but this is normal, they are still young.

"With it, no matter how much wealth you want or how long you want to live, you can get it! These two things are what human beings want most. The problem is that human beings just like to choose things that are least beneficial to them."

The four of them looked at each other, and for a moment they didn’t know what to say.

What Dumbledore said was really beyond their understanding. Even the fight against Voldemort that he talked about before seemed somewhat real.

"Merlin's bracelet, someone would actually choose to die." Ron was still sighing, but Dumbledore's explanation could not convince him.

Dumbledore hummed happily and looked at the ceiling with a smile.

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Rigg discovered a piece of information that interested him.

Nicolas Flamel decided to take a walk!

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This chapter was completed under difficult circumstances QAQ

Last night, I confidently held the cup in my hand and hooked the door with my fingers. Tragedy happened. I failed to hook the door, and the nail of the index finger of my dominant hand was lifted halfway, causing bleeding.

I was shocked, so I quickly pressed my nails back and disinfected them with alcohol wipes, hoping it would be okay.

Anyway, things are going well today! It doesn’t hurt much, but it’s a bit troublesome to type and I have to curl my fingers.

(End of chapter)