i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 123 The Master’s Test

After Nigel said that, he walked straight forward. For a staid old man like him who came from a traditional education, it was really shameful for him to praise his children frankly.

Seeing Nigel's earlobes turn slightly red, Stephanie curled her lips and patted the back of his hand comfortingly.

She wanted peace and harmony in her family, so she was very happy that Nigel could tell her.

This is better than having to talk at length about your genius child all afternoon, and then turn into a sawed-off gourd when facing Rigg.

The three of them hurried to the old house, and the tribesmen they met along the way happily greeted Rige, whom they had not seen for a long time.

After an academic year of operation and word-of-mouth fermentation, the replaceable quill pen has become a flagship product of Wenrenju, bringing stable cash flow to Wenrenju.

Later, it became the only designated quill shop of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, able to provide stable and large purchasing demand every month.

I heard that it was thanks to Rigg's help that Nigel was given the opportunity to meet Dumbledore and accomplish this big thing. If they hadn't heard that there were important matters in the old house today, the Dai family would have wanted to celebrate.

Let their genius come back and express your gratitude.

Even the menu has been designed by Iron Belly, with three pages of luxurious meals that will satisfy everyone.

After all, who wants to be someone else’s subordinate?

Subordinates are considered good. When the upper echelons of the family are discussing the future, ordinary members of the clan are also murmuring in private. Who doesn't know that the Malfoy family looks at people with their chins every day, and 80% of them will not end well after becoming a subordinate.

Now that he was rich, the quill was recommended to the Ministry of Magic by Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard. From then on, no one who was short-sighted came to compete viciously with them.

Every day he works in his family's shop, and the people who make feather pen tips are full of motivation just thinking about it.

Rigg was also surprised to find that the originally luxurious old house seemed to have been renovated, and every corner was shiny and golden.

Even the carpets that people walk on every day have been replaced with new ones, and your feet sink into the thick and silky fur as soon as you step on them.

Nigel smiled and said, they did make a few hundred million Galleons. Of course, the main reason was to welcome Nicoléme, so as not to knock this legendary figure down on the floor of the old house.

Their mother, Stephanie, separated from them as soon as they arrived at the old house. She was going to confirm today's menu, and it had to be prepared in advance regardless of whether Nicolas Flamel stayed for dinner or not.

Stephanie lifted the veil, held the wand tightly, and ran away in small steps. It reminded Rigg of the mother he saw when he just crossed over.

Stephanie would get hung up on details when she was nervous. Thinking about the last question, would Slytherin hate silver?

Rigg couldn't help but laugh, guessing that today's menu would make Stephanie confused all day long.

Rigg and Nigel hurried to the living room of the old house. On the way, Rigg touched his pocket and felt the hard texture. His confidence increased a little.

Arriving at the door of the living room, before entering, Rigg heard an old voice saying, "...you want me to teach alchemy. The problem is that this subject is not something that fools can learn."

His heart was shocked and he understood that this was the alchemist master Nicoléme.

The legendary figure who successfully produced the magic stone and various magical alchemical products. Of course, Rigg hopes to add a suffix in the future, his teacher Heimdall Day.

Rigg closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Nigel stayed where he was, looking at him nervously, waiting for Rigg to adjust his condition.

After spending so much effort, Nigel was not sure that he would be able to get Nicoléme to accept Rigo as his disciple. They would have already tried their best to invite people here.

Is Rigg really okay?

Nigel looked at his son who had taken a few steps forward with some anxiety. Rigg's back looked extremely firm.

He believes in himself.

Rigg walked to the door of the living room and said confidently: "They can't do it, but I can."

The sound passed through the door, and Rige also pushed open the slightly closed wooden door of the living room and strode in.

"I want to learn alchemy from you, and I'm not the idiot you said." Rigg, who walked in, looked at Nicoléme in the center of the living room and made a direct hit.

Even though I had seen the master many times in letters, this was the first time I saw him in person.

He didn't notice Dean sitting next to him at all.

Dean, the bald elder, watched the scene in front of him nervously. They had been preparing for so long just to recommend the family's genius to Nicoléme, but could Rigg really do it?

Dean nervously drank another cup of tea. As soon as it entered his mouth, he closed his eyes in pain and tightened his legs.

He had wanted to go to the bathroom half an hour ago, but except for him, no one here could stop Nicoléme, the master of alchemy.

Nicolas Flamel's wife was not interested in his social life at all and went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry first.

If Nicoléme was bored and left when he went to the bathroom, Dean could blame himself for the rest of his life.

The family is like this, both prosper and lose. The opportunity lost by Rigg is also the loss of others.

This is Nicoléme, Rigg thought as he looked at the old man with white hair and beard in front of him.

Different from ordinary wizards, he looks like a real master of alchemy at first glance.

The little bird on Nicoléme's shoulder stretched out its slender arm, and with its palm as big as a sandbag, he gently placed the cup of hot tea that Nicoléme had just taken a sip on the table.

Nicoléme raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows were so long that they even dropped to his eyes.

After choosing to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, Nicoléme no longer paid attention to his own image, as long as he was comfortable.

He thought, the show was finally here.

Nicolas Flamel lived for more than 600 years, and he could tell what a young man in his early 200s like Dean was thinking at a glance.

As he walked around and chatted with Dean this morning, Nicolas Flamel could almost memorize the details of the living room in Dai's old house.

Nicoléme changed his position and sat down, looking at the straight blond child standing in front of him with interest. He asked: "You said you want to learn alchemy from me? Oh, no, no, no, don't talk about this again.

Such words..."

Rigg was still calm, but Nigel and Dean took a breath together. Could it be that Nicolas Flamel was in a bad mood today?

Without even asking, their plan failed immediately?

Nigel looked at Dean with some panic, and Dean looked back at Nigel blankly. He thought he had a good conversation.

Shouldn't it? Dean was puzzled as to why he was eliminated as soon as they met.

Nicoléme smiled kindly, his voice was like coaxing a child, "Come on, don't say this nonsense, I have heard it too many times. Show me what spells you know."

Ball subscription ball recommended ticket and monthly ticket!!

I'm so awesome. I had a temporary job in the morning. I finished it in 2 hours. The deadline sprint was a great success!

(End of chapter)