Sword and Magic and Taxi

Unsurprisingly, Zhao Mai saw old Mr. Nicolas Flamel again. His roar still lingered in his ears, it was a sentence "What's the use of a gargoyle that can be controlled by others? It's all gone!"

The final casualties have been counted. The loss of the house and money has nothing to do. The lives of the house elves and servants are only a one-off. The deaths of several alchemy apprentices made the old man furious. As a famous alchemist, the Le May family always attracts alchemists and apprentices of wizards to come here, and can enter the mansion to study, and will not go back during Christmas. They are all core important apprentices, let alone most of them have them behind. The relationship with other wizard families.

Old Flammel knew this very well, so he was very angry. This incident will definitely greatly damage the authority of the Le May family in the wizarding world. Give life to the stone statues through alchemy, and then use magic spells to control and command them. This is quite popular among wizard families on the European continent and is protected as the core secret of the protective system. The old man made a gargoyle, but he didn't need to use his hands to maintain the daily spell. He was furious with his younger generations for "unfavorable maintenance" and "disclosure", and then began to complain about how to explain to the same old families.

Zhao Mai thought for a while, if he wanted to win over wizards in Europe and gradually change the atmosphere of the magic world, this might be a good starting point. So he coughed twice, and came into the old gentleman's sight in the grateful gaze of "Flamel juniors".

"Mr. Flamel, I have an idea."

"Mike! Thank you so much this time!" Nick Lemay-his name is too long, let me use this translation to save the number of words: D-got up from the wheelchair, walked over like a fly, towards Zhao Mai Stretched out his hands: "First of all, I am sorry, our negligence has added trouble to your glorious duel, and then I want to thank you for your help to our family, especially the rescue of Barbara, thank you very much."

"This is what I should do. In fact, it is the trouble caused by the duel between me and Grindelwald in the manor." Zhao Mai said: "Barbara's legs need to lie down and rest. It is best not to go to the ground for three months. , I still have some ointments here. You are a master alchemist, and my ointments are just to show your heart."

While talking, Zhao Mai asked Duojian to pass the healing medicated oil. There are many potions stored on "The Che", all of which are goods prepared by Zhao Mai for the magic drug store. And the bottle in his hand is a product of the combination of the knowledge of the druid, the city scholar and the wizard's potion class, which is comparable to the existence of "black jade intermittent anointing".

"Black jade? But this is white? Let me take a look, okay?" Nicole May is accustomed to this kind of scene, and many alchemists will invite him to appreciate his works. So he took the ointment, opened it for identification, raised his eyebrows, and said, "It's a natural healing potion. It's really rare. Most alchemists pursue more magicalism, and there are very few naturalistic ones. In fact, it is necessary. According to me, it will last long naturally. Just use this for Barbara!"

If someone jumped out at this time and said: "How can this orientalist's technology be credulous?" Or "He is so courteous, he must have an attempt to Barbara, he has a bad intention!" Or the leaker: "He is coveting our family XX secret treasure".

Then, Barbara resolutely stood beside Zhao Mai to defend him, fostering the arrogance of the "bad intentions" faction. Immediately afterwards, a wave of "he thin mud" faction came out, based on the principle of fairness and fairness, to a "match/gambling fight" to verify the protagonist's strength, by the way, let the protagonist prove that he has no "intentions".

The negative, positive, and side-by-side take turns, and a branch plot of a few thousand words that you like to hear and see appears plumply. But it’s a pity that none of this appeared, just a flash in Zhao Mai’s brain...

"That's what I prepared for the magic drug store. The curative effect is definitely not a problem." Zhao Mai said in a low voice: "Actually, I have another request: Can the corpses of those who died be given to me? I have a curse that I have always wanted to do. experiment."

"Are you a necromancer?" Nicole May frowned. The old man has lived for six hundred years. From the darkest age when the wizard was arrested and killed until today, many stories that are legends to people today are just memories for him. He does not reject the current black magic, because in the past these so-called "black magic" were just basic methods used by wizards to protect themselves. But the Necromancer is another matter. It is not black, but an evil that plays with life and death and soul.

"Of course not!" Zhao Mai, observing his words and expressions, categorically denied this accusation. "I am also studying the Sorcerer's Stone. There are some research results that have a certain chance of resurrecting. This process is currently unstable and I have been improving. I think it is always good if some losses can be recovered."

Mr. Nicholas Lemay weighed the pros and cons and asked a question: "Does your method consume resources?"

Zhao Mai nodded and put on a helpless expression: "If it is not too expensive, I would not want to open a magic drug store to make money. I also want to have a magic stone, and then use alchemy to turn the stone into gold."

"It can only be used to cheat for a while. It can be used for alchemy experiments, but it will gradually become invalid if you leave the Philosopher's Stone too far." Nicolemai smiled coldly: "A few banks actually closed down that year, and there are three more. Principality, who told them to support the elimination of wizards?!"

There is still such a secret, isn't it like your own ice long sword, and it is estimated that the goblins of Gringotts should have a headache? Zhao Mai now thinks that the old gentleman Nicoléma is very cute-just like him?

He quickly expelled this idea from his mind~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then nodded, "Yes, this resurrection ritual consumes resources, and I can't always experiment, so I now ask you for help."

"Okay, you make a list of what you want, and I will ask them to prepare it for you. But I have a request. I and two other people will watch the ceremony."

"I can't tell you all the complete recipes, this is my core secret."

"I won't tell you how to make the Sorcerer's Stone either." The old man chuckled twice, then turned his head and reprimanded his younger generation: "Collect all the dead, completely seal off the manor and castle, and no news is allowed. Anyone who dares to say one more word will make him shut up forever!"

Big family! Zhao Mai rubbed his hands vigorously, sighing in his heart that he could finally eat the big family. Although this time, the shriveled wallet will not swell, but it will definitely add a lot of materials for configuring potions and making magic items. The list he listed will definitely exceed the number actually used to ensure that no one can figure out the formula from the bill of materials. Zhao Mai never concealed this method, and the sophisticated old man must know it well. (To be continued.)