i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 130 Phoenix Fox

Although the Japanese Magical World was originally their next travel destination, was it so sudden?

Nicole Flamel, who had been abandoned by his wife, sat blankly on the luxurious soft satin dining chair in the restaurant of Dai's old house, suspecting that he had seen it wrong.

He muttered a few times and asked his good student Rigg to read it to him again.

Rigg pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice the line of text messages whose font looked like circles within circles.

He didn't know whether Principal Dumbledore did it intentionally or unintentionally. The D at the end looked like a gloating smile.

Nicoléme rubbed his forehead, which was starting to hurt, and turned the ring on his hand with his hand. A chill seemed to be brought from his fingertips to his brain.

The brain is trembling!

Nicoléme suddenly woke up, opened and closed his eyes repeatedly, and pondered for a while.

"Let's go, Rigg, I'll take you directly back to Hogwarts to find Dumbledore."

His wife has run away, and he would be sorry for their deep friendship over so many years if he doesn't go to settle the score with that evil-minded Dumbledore.

Nicoléme didn't need to think twice to know that it was the old, rotten bee who was causing trouble again.

Otherwise, Perenel would just twist his ears and scold him all night, and he would never leave Nicole Flamel, her husband of hundreds of years, and run away.

He has been here like this for more than six hundred years.

Nicolas Flamel couldn't figure it out. It was discovered that he had added squirrel powder to the hot tea he gave Dumbledore.

Or was it revealed that the self-defense goggles given to him last time would cause baldness?

Nicolas Flamel, who had been thinking, did not speak on the way back to Hogwarts. The soles of his feet were shining with golden light. Rigg watched in surprise as Nicolas Flamel held his hand and walked away with his eyes wide open.

of this road.

It was as if time and space were constantly flipping, the various colors spinning into a kaleidoscope, the wall turning into the flat ground beneath their feet, and every step they took could cross a block... Rigg finally understood why Nicolás Flamel told him to close his eyes first, and not keep going.

Look around.

"Yue..." Rigg couldn't suppress the nausea surging from his stomach. He retched for a long time, and finally accidentally vomited into the chimney of a Muggle house.

Rigg marked this house apologetically, planning to come over and surprise the family during the summer vacation.

For example, being a snail girl, helping to wash dishes and clean the house is very good. Lige is quite confident in his new level of cleaning.

Aunt Petunia, who was cleaning the fireplace in preparation for Dudley's birthday, was showered with vomit from the sky, and her frantic screaming could wake up the whole neighborhood.

Putting this episode behind him, Rigg was full of anticipation for Hogwarts Castle, which was getting closer and closer.

I wonder if I can suddenly see the slovenliness of one or two professors, such as whether Snape's hair will go from not washing for three days to seven days, and what Professors McGonagall and Professor Flitwick look like now.

Rigg is ready to write a letter to Harry and the others!

Students at Hogwarts must come to the school via the Hogwarts train, but adult wizards or students who are not at school can choose any way they like to get to the school.

If they can get the principal's permission, they can enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I vomited my dinner all over and felt much better afterwards.

He looked at the surrounding environment for a while, then closed his eyes and rested for a while, and gradually got used to this scene that seemed like traveling through time and space.

Nicolas Flamel took him across the famous Black Lake of Hogwarts.

If the clouds had texture, Rigg guessed it would be similar to the black lake he was currently stepping on.

They walked on the water waves as if they were walking on flat ground. The water under their feet was like soft slime. The QQ bounces were full of elasticity. When their feet stepped on them, they would sink a little, and then they would be lifted up by the waves.

As soon as Rigg and Nicoléme arrived at the gate of the castle, Dumbledore, who had already seen Nicoléme's familiar golden light from the principal's office, opened the door for the two guests who had come from afar.

"Looks like you had a nice trip?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

Nicoléme pointed at his old friend for a long time, and finally came in first angrily.

Rigg greeted Principal Dumbledore obediently. Nicolas Flamel became even more angry when he heard Rigg's voice, "You don't need to call him Professor Dumbledore, I am your teacher."

Dumbledore, who was wearing a nightgown, closed the heavy wooden door, turned around as if nothing happened, and asked Rigg if they wanted anything to eat.

Nicolas Flamel punched the cotton and said angrily that he didn't want to eat anything, and it was not as good as Perenelle's.

Rige also shook his head. Although his stomach was empty now, he could just go to the kitchen to eat something secretly. Business was more important.

Dumbledore, who had seen enough of his old friend's fun, led them forward slowly. The quiet castle made Rigg feel very unaccustomed. Normally, the sound of the little wizard running around and screaming excitedly would be heard here.

During the holidays, the lights in the corridors of Hogwarts are not lit, except for the occasional candlelight at one or two turns, which looks eerie.

Perhaps noticing the discomfort of Rigg and Nicolas Flamel, Dumbledore coughed.

The castle is lit up.

The brightly lit castle made Nicoléme feel more comfortable, and he would not admit that he was timid.

How could a top alchemy master be timid?

joke!

Nicolas Flamel, who felt a little warm at this moment, let go of his hand holding the ring.

When they arrived at the principal's office, Dumbledore prepared hot cocoa and sweet honey candies for them.

After eating a few pieces and hearing Dumbledore's apology, Nicolas Flamel reluctantly discussed his plans for the next school year with Dumbledore.

"Alchemy lessons?"

Nicolas Flamel really didn't expect that Dumbledore was becoming more and more shameless and dared to make such a request, so he refused outright.

While the two elders were talking, Rigg was not idle either. He was looking at Fawkes, the phoenix next to Dumbledore behind the desk.

Fox was lowering his head and pecking his own feathers. He felt a fiery gaze lingering on him. When he raised his head, he looked into the eyes of the familiar little blond wizard in front of him.

Fawkes looked at Rigg quietly for a while, then he waved his wings and flew to Rigg's involuntarily extended arm under Dumbledore's surprised gaze.

Rigg held his breath and looked at the big golden-red bird in front of him in flattery. He was now completely stiff and did not dare to move at all.

"Oh, this is really, really rare."

Dumbledore pushed up his slipped glasses. Fawkes was not an enthusiastic pet bird.

Nicolas Flamel didn't care what minotaur incident happened here. He continued to argue with Dumbledore about what benefits Dumbledore would need to give him if he became the administrator of the restricted book area.

"Remember, it was you who took the initiative and forced you to invite me."

The arrogance of the master alchemist was clearly visible at this moment, as Nicoléme sat on the chair with his hands crossed.

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Serenity, my eyelids finally no longer hurt, but there is still congestion and the swelling has not completely subsided.

I hope the congestion will disappear soon so I can go out for a walk in the last few days before the Spring Festival.

(End of chapter)