The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

Erwin made a sad face, there is no need for you to talk about this in front of me.

"Of course I'm relieved, otherwise I wouldn't have brought him here," Dumbledore said.

"Are you sure?" Flamel's skinny face showed a half-smile, "The last wizard with extraordinary talent who came out of Hogwarts is now a major concern for the entire British wizarding community."

"And the last one is now the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"So it's one reincarnation after another?" Flamel smiled.

"I completely believe in Erwin," Dumbledore said sternly: "He is different from other children. He has already formed complete values ​​​​at this age. According to my observations of him, he will never take the path of the Dark Lord.

.”

Erwin suddenly felt a little guilty. How much did Dumbledore know about the little tricks he made last school year?

"Since you think so, there is no need for me to say anything." Flamel looked at Erwin, "I want to confirm with you one last time, little guy, are you sure you want to carry out blood grafting?"

In fact, it is just a multiple-choice question. Without blood grafting, the dragon form and the human form are independent of each other and cannot affect each other. Erwin in human form still only has the original talent level; and blood grafting is to postpone the growth of the dragon form.

Transfer some of your potential into human form and become a true original wizard.

What to choose doesn’t require much thought.

In this era when humans have footprints all over the world, it is impossible for Erwin to find a deep mountain and old forest to hide in, and then transform into a dragon and grow freely. He must be in human form most of the time, and this world is no longer suitable for primitive dragons.

Survive, even if it grows into a complete primitive dragon, is it possible to eventually build a Dragon Sleeping Sanctuary for yourself?

Since one still has to actively or passively inhibit one's own growth in the end, it is very cost-effective to carry out bloodline grafting now.

However, Erwin was more alert, "Are you going to sign a liability exemption agreement with me?"

"Disclaimer agreement?" With Lemei's six hundred and sixty-two years of experience, he immediately understood what the boy meant. "Do you think I might fail?"

"After all, you probably haven't done the 'surgery' of grafting the original dragon's bloodline," Erwin said.

"Indeed, no, but I have personally cured at least a thousand wizards who failed to transform into half-man, half-animal. Nowadays, most of the ancestors of several wizarding families with deep foundations in Britain and France have also asked me to help graft certain people.

The blood of some special creatures.”

Nico Flamel's tone was rather flat.

Erwin shut up. He was not qualified to question a boss of this level.

"So how long does blood grafting take?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's still quite troublesome." Next to Flamel, a stack of parchment was suspended in the air, and a quill with endless ink was writing calculations quickly. "First of all, I have to let him drink the special potion for a month...

…The total process will take at least four months.”

Dumbledore showed an apologetic expression. The old man in front of him only had half a year left to live, but most of it would be taken up immediately.

"Since I have promised you, I will naturally not break my promise," Flamel's tone still did not change much, as if he had lost most of his emotions because he had lived too long. "It is my last alchemy work.

, although the process is relatively long, it actually doesn’t take up too much of my time.”

Dumbledore turned his eyes to the boy, "You wouldn't be scared if I left you here alone, would you, Erwin?"

Erwin looked at Flamel in the wheelchair. He would spend nearly four months in the same room with this skinny old monster. This was simply...

marvelous!

More than six hundred years of wisdom and experience! That brain stores perhaps the richest alchemical knowledge in the world! To describe him as a bookcase with two legs would be an understatement!

If he hadn't inexplicably obtained the bloodline of the original dragon, it would have been impossible for him to meet the master alchemist, and he only had half a year left to live.

Must seize the opportunity!

"Of course not." Erwin replied without hesitation: "If you have other important matters, you don't need to consider me at all."

Dumbledore nodded, exchanged a few words with Flamel, and then left.

Now only Erwin and Nico Flamel were left looking at each other.

"Then can we start now, Master Flamel?" the boy asked cautiously.

Nico Flamel looked at him and snorted slightly disdainfully, "What do you think we are going to do? A pot of beef bourguignon?"

This old guy has a bad temper. It's understandable that older guys generally don't have a good impression of young boys.

Erwin shrank his head.

Flamel's wheelchair began to move, "Follow me." The old man said calmly.

The efficiency of the seamless expansion inside Nico Flamel's cabin was extremely astonishing. Following behind the wheelchair, Erwin couldn't help but look around curiously and saw several large rooms, including a small library.

He roughly estimated that Master Flamel's residence was at least tens of thousands of square meters wide, and from the outside it looked like just an inconspicuous hut.

As expected, he is a master of alchemy.

The wheelchair stopped, and Flamel took Erwin into a small utility room, where there were some metal blocks stacked and a row of test tube racks in the corner.

"You will live here for the next few months." the old man said.

Erwin's mouth twitched, but he didn't say much. Apprentices have no human rights. Professor Stewart's graduate students only do chores in the laboratory and don't dare to complain at all. All they want is to have his name on them when they publish their papers.

Irvine felt that he was in the same situation.

Although this storage room is a bit messy, it can be lived in after tidying it up.

Erwin was mentally prepared to endure hardship.

But at this moment, Flamel suddenly called out a name, "Esmeralda, clean up this place."

Who? Erwin was confused because it was a girl's name, but he looked around and was sure that he and Flamel were the only two people.

Is there someone using the Disillusionment Charm to sneak around nearby? Erwin almost couldn't help but use the Detection Charm.

With a clanking sound, two unmanned carts entered the door and carried away the debris. Then the magic broom and mop cleaned the place. Finally, the cabinet door next to it opened and a folding bed popped out.

, the bedding is automatically spread on it.

In just a few minutes, the utility room was transformed into a simple bedroom.

A somewhat immature girl's voice said, "The cleaning is complete, Mr. Flamel."

The old man looked at Erwin, "Esmeralda is the housekeeper here. If you have any needs or questions, just tell her directly. You are not allowed to enter the alchemy room. If there is nothing special, you are not allowed to disturb me. You want to drink

I will send you the potion later."

He was very concise and to the point, never saying a word of nonsense. And after he finished speaking, he drove the wheelchair and left.

"Can I see your collection of books?" Erwin asked hurriedly.

The wheelchair stopped for a moment and said, "Whatever."

Erwin was alone.

He hesitated, "Esmeralda?"

"I am here."

I couldn't tell where the sound came from at all.

"I... am not used to this." Erwin smiled awkwardly, "Can you show your face?"

Lines of golden threads were produced, and an illusory image of a girl in a short skirt was outlined in front of Erwin. Her face was blank and she had no facial features.

"So," Erwin rubbed his chin, "you are a ghost?"

"I am an alchemical creation created by Mr. Flamel, named after a gypsy girl he once met in Paris. I am responsible for managing this residence."

"Then your true form shouldn't be what I see."

"This is just an illusory image condensed to facilitate communication with you."

Erwin took a deep breath, very good, artificial intelligence butler, fully automated home life, the alchemist master is indeed extraordinary, there is no need to exploit a servant race like house elves.

"So everything here is under your control?"

"The alchemy room is not within my authority.".

Erwin suddenly remembered something, "Can I ask you some questions?"

To be honest, he has encountered many intelligent entities created by magic, but the portraits in Hogwarts had limited intelligence, and the Sorting Hat directly blocked him. Now he has met another one.

"Please speak." Esmeralda was completely unaware of the seriousness of the matter.

"What time is it now?"

"14:38, July 9, 1992 AD."

"Who is Mr. Flamel's wife?"

"Mrs. Perenal Flamel."

"The recipe for Polyjuice Potion?"

"African tree snake skin, lacewing..."

"If I tell the truth in my next sentence, I will be cursed with a death curse, and if I tell a lie, I will be kissed by a dementor. Both of these results will inevitably lead to death. What should I say to ensure that I will not die?"

"..."

"What would you do if Mr. Flamel gave you instructions to harm him or even kill him?"

"..."

After continuous questioning, Erwin had a clearer understanding of Esmeralda's intelligence level.

To put it simply, she is a very good tool person. The intelligence that Nico Flamel set for her is just right. She has strong memory and discrimination ability, but her independent thinking ability is very poor and she has no subjective initiative. She has no

The directive won't do anything.

As it grew dark, Erwin realized that the last time he ate was before he left home.

"Esmedala, don't we serve dinner here?"

"There is a large amount of dehydrated dragon tendon in the storage room, which can be used as food to meet your needs..."

Dehydrated dragon tendon? Dragon meat jerky? "Does your master eat this kind of thing?" Erwin was very unbelievable.

"Monsieur Flamel has not eaten since four hundred and sixty-four years ago."

Are you completely relying on the elixir of life to survive? Is not eating because your stomach function fails, or is it because you have completely lost interest in food?

You must know that although Professor Dumbledore is over a hundred years old, he still likes Lemon Olaf very much.

It seems that living a long life is not a wonderful thing.

"So are there any Muggle villages or towns nearby?" Erwin asked instead.