The Bard at Hogwarts

Dusk.

The setting sun, like an old painter, uses his most gorgeous brushstrokes to outline an intoxicating picture on the sky.

At this moment, Ino was standing quietly by the window, quietly admiring the scenery outside.

Today was the day for him to say goodbye to Nico.

…

Years always seem to pass by inadvertently.

Unknowingly, Ino had been in France for more than half a month, and there was less than a week left before Hogwarts started school.

During their time together, he not only exchanged knowledge about alchemy with Nico, but also learned many anecdotes hidden in history.

Overall, it was a very pleasant day.

But the only regret is that there are too few people to chat with. After all, the place where Nico Flamel lives in seclusion is probably protected by the Red Heart Loyalty Curse.

Under this powerful guardian magic, let alone the owl delivering the message, even the phoenix might not be able to accurately find the location.

Fortunately, the regret was only temporary. On the third day after arriving here, Ino remembered another almost forgotten item - a real double-sided mirror.

After Hermione sent this mirror, the number of times they used it was really only a handful.

To be honest, the most recent one was the previous Quidditch World Cup. Hermione had used a double-sided mirror to contact him once, and that was to invite him to watch the game.

But since he had to perform at the opening ceremony, he could only politely decline. The last time I used a double-sided mirror was so long ago that I can no longer remember it.

However, these are not important anymore. After remembering the double-sided mirror, Ino did his best.

In his spare time, he would also take the initiative to chat with Hermione.

After all, apart from Nico Flamel, there are only those little puppets left at the beginning.

I don’t know why, but as time goes by, these little dolls seem to be less agile than before.

Likewise, each one of them became weak and lacked the vitality they had before.

Ino has some guesses about this.

After all, after learning about the Philosopher's Stone, he already knew why Nico Flamel said that the Philosopher's Stone was broken.

As one of the top items in alchemy, the essence of the magic stone is to break the rules, or to replace the rules.

Just like Gamp's basic transformation law, magic cannot conjure food out of thin air, but once a wizard has a complete magic stone, he can use the magic power contained in the magic stone to conjure food out of thin air.

One glimpse reveals the whole thing. After Ino learned this, he was also deeply shocked.

Although it is just a simple conjuration of food, there are rules behind it.

It is a rule that magic cannot create food out of thin air, it is also a rule that magic cannot bring the dead back to life, and it is also a rule that magic cannot create life...

The so-called making the elixir of life is just one of the most inconspicuous effects of the magic stone.

But it is a pity that Nico Flamel's magic stone is broken, so broken that only the most inconspicuous effect is left.

It seems that all top-notch things come with natural imperfections.

…

By the window.

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Ino's thoughts gradually began to wander.

Until a crisp voice came from beside me:

"It's time to eat! Come with me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ino couldn't help but lower his head. There was a small doll about three inches standing at his ankle.

At this moment, he was pulling up his trousers, raising his head and shouting loudly, with anxiety written all over his delicate little face.

Without any hesitation, Ino immediately knelt down and gently picked up the palm-sized little doll with his hands.

This is one of the few active dolls, and it is also the doll that was burned by the hot tea soup.

"Let's go eat!"

Holding the doll in one hand, he walked towards the dining room at the same time.

To be honest, although Nico lives in a room that is almost like an apartment, this place is as vast as a maze.

Because each door, opened at a different time, always leads to a different room.

Once, because he was not clear about this, he ended up entering dozens of different rooms in succession, and finally had to find his guest room with the help of a doll.

Since then, that little doll has become his own guide, which is the doll he is holding in his hand now.

…

Under the guidance of the doll, Ino came to the familiar dining room again.

However, Nico was not seen this time, and he was not surprised by this.

After all, an extremely fragile old man may no longer be able to digest any food.

Anyway, every time he ate, he ate and Nico drank the potion.

It seems reasonable to occasionally change places to drink potions, but when we parted today, Nico chose to disappear...

Although he was surprised, he didn't think much about it and focused on the present.

For dinner, there are still sumptuous French dishes.

A fragrant bouillabaisse, a beef stew in Burgundy red wine, paired with a little Nicoise salad, and a whole pan-fried foie gras.

…

The enjoyment of delicious food always makes people feel happy.

However, halfway through the meal.

Nico Flamel slowly walked into the restaurant, and behind him was a little boy-like doll about three feet tall.

In the hands of the doll, he is carrying another suitcase with a more primitive style.

"Good evening! Mr. Flamel!" Ino put down the tableware, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Just now, for a moment, I thought you wouldn't see me off."

"How could it be! I'm just packing some parting gifts for you." Nico chuckled, and pointed to the box in the puppet's hand.

"Here are all books for you! After thinking about it, leaving them in Beauxbatons will be shelved, so I just gave them to you."

"Haha, thank you! But after I finish reading, I will find a chance to copy and send them to Beauxbatons."

Faced with Nico's generosity, Ino also expressed that he would not take them for himself.

"Whatever you say! Anyway, I have done enough for my alma mater!" Nico nodded with a smile.

"The reason I was late just now is because of this child! He is always shy, but I want to introduce him to you!"

"His name is Rick, and he has been with me for more than 500 years! I hope that after I die, someone will still remember him."

...

Hogsmeade.

With a flash of orange-red light, Ino returned to the long-lost cottage.

"Is this my future home?"

A crisp voice sounded, and then Ino saw a small head popping out of Changpo's pocket.

"Yes, it's your future home!"

Ino took the doll out of his pocket and gently placed it on the soft bed.

When he saw the doll in front of him, he always remembered the little boy named Rick beside Nico.

I thought Nico would entrust the other party to himself, but who would have thought that he would really introduce each other.

'I just want another person with a long life to remember him, the child of Perenelle and me...'

Using his own life to feed the doll, Nico seemed to have really done some forbidden alchemy.

But no matter what, what is gone will eventually go away. The incomplete Philosopher's Stone has already exhausted Nico Flamel.

Thinking of this, Ino not only laughed dumbly, but it was really not his turn to judge the right or wrong of other people's choices.

Turn his head quietly, his eyes inadvertently look at the desk calendar on the table, time seems to be still at the moment he left before.

With a light snap of his fingers, the desk calendar on the table began to turn pages automatically.

After a while, it finally stopped at the number 27.

August 27, 1994.

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Today's sharing: Philosopher's Stone

The Philosopher's Stone is a man-made red stone with magical properties. It can be used to make an elixir that prolongs the life of the drinker, and it can also turn any metal into pure gold. The famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel made the only known piece of the Philosopher's Stone as of 1991. Flamel used it to make an elixir that extended the lives of himself and his wife Perenelle for more than 6 centuries.