The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

The guidance of an alchemist master was very meaningful. Flamel revised Erwin's study plan, provided detailed explanations and answers to questions, and even provided Erwin with unlimited brain-refreshing potions and talent potions.

Of course, it turned out that these two commonly used intelligence potions had no effect on him. Erwin guessed that the ingredients of the drugs were directly destroyed after entering his blood. After all, his body now has real primitive dragon blood.

"This is a good sign," Flamel told him. "It means you are immune to most toxins... and there is no chance of you developing any form of drug dependence."

One day in mid-September, Erwin completed the joint drawing of three different magic script codes under Flamel's guidance. This was a very delicate job that required high concentration for a long time.

It was done beautifully. Erwin breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to stretch his muscles. As soon as he raised his hand, the bookshelf in front of him suddenly suffered a huge force and fell apart.

Facing Flamel's scrutinizing gaze, Erwin was a little embarrassed, "I didn't mean to..."

Only then did he remember that it had been a month and a half since the blood grafting surgery, and half of the post-operative recovery period had passed. The special characteristics of the original dragon blood were gradually revealed, and the most intuitive manifestation was the increase in magic power.

"Do you feel anything special?" Nico Flamel asked.

"No." Erwin confirmed carefully.

"It's a good sign that you don't have any special feeling. This shows that the original dragon bloodline is very compatible with your body," Flamel nodded slightly.

"It's just like the little wizard before entering school who showed signs of being unable to control his magic power." Erwin said. He tried to use kinetic energy to levitate a book, but the result was that it slammed into the ceiling with a loud noise.

Loud noise.

"You're just not used to it. If you practice more in the past two days, there won't be any big problem."

Flamel was right, just a few days later, Erwin's control of magic was as skillful as before.

However, he has not studied the changes in his magic power in depth for the time being. On the one hand, it will take another month for the results of blood grafting to be fully revealed, and on the other hand, he really cannot spare the time now.

Having despaired of his own research, Flamel would regard Erwin as a seed of hope, and he would try to impart to Erwin his lifelong knowledge of alchemy, including magic spells and potions, without any secrets.

But time was too short after all. No matter how strong Erwin's learning ability was, it was impossible for him to start teaching in a month or two. If Flamel's entire knowledge was regarded as a book, he only had time to read the introduction.

In mid-October, Erwin was a little stunned when he saw Dumbledore suddenly appeared. The headmaster actually came at this time. Could it be...

"Yes, my time is coming to an end." Master Flamel said calmly.

"Didn't you save the elixir for half a year?" Erwin was quite shocked, "It's only been more than three months!"

"It is true that there is half a year's supply, but half of it was used on you during the blood grafting, otherwise the success rate of this operation would be relatively low." The alchemist master's tone was still indifferent.

Erwin froze, an indescribable emotion spreading in his heart, shock, emotion, guilt? It seemed like it was all there.

"Why are you telling me now..."

"Don't get too excited. I have no plans to live much longer. A few short months doesn't matter to me. Besides, I don't need your thanks."

The old man in front of him was about to die. Although he knew that this day would come, Erwin still felt a strong sense of sadness.

However, Flamel paid no attention to him. The old man looked at Dumbledore and said, "The approaching deadline has made me think about the past a lot. Can you do me a favor, Albus? I want to take another look at the Seine."

Dumbledore nodded solemnly.

Erwin stood between the two old men, and Dumbledore's wand drew a golden thread on the ground through the air. Half a minute later, they appeared in Paris, France.

The Seine is one of the main rivers in France, flowing through the French capital. Flamel asked to be left alone by the river for a while, so Erwin and Dumbledore stood not far away, while Flamel looked at the broad river.

Lost in thought.

To prevent anyone from disturbing him, Dumbledore cast a Muggle shielding charm on the area where they were.

From morning to afternoon and into evening, Nico Flamel did not move, and Dumbledore and Erwin did not say a word.

When the sunset glow turned red, Flamel spoke, "Before I was fifty, I used to think about problems while looking at the Seine. Now doing this reminds me of my youth for a long time." His voice was extremely loud.

Hoarse and weakened, looking at his body, it took only half a day for him to become lifeless, as if he would go directly to the grave in the next second.

Erwin realized that this was the consequence of not using the elixir anymore.

Dumbledore sighed slightly.

When they returned to Flamel's hut, the master alchemist was no longer able to drive his wheelchair, so Erwin pushed his wheelchair, which was what an apprentice should do.

At Flamel's signal, they came to a locked door.

Erwin had been living here for several months, and this was the first time he noticed that there was a door that had never been opened. After entering, he saw that there was only a crystal coffin behind the door.

She was an old woman with a rosy complexion. She looked like she was still alive, but she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

"My wife Perenal." Nico Flamel said in a hoarse and weak voice. Looking at the old woman in the crystal coffin, a glimmer of love flashed in his dim eyes.

"We had made an appointment to spend time together, but on our 300th wedding anniversary, she was completely tired of this aging and powerless life, and I found it too late and could only maintain her last bit.

I hope I can wait until the day I find a way to truly live forever.

Unfortunately, I failed."

Erwin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Flamel suddenly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, "As for my posthumous affairs, I need to entrust you to help deal with it, Albus. All my properties, including those stored in Gringotts in England and France, are divided into two parts.

A partial unconditional donation to Hogwarts and Beauxbatons."

"Don't worry." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"And you, my last apprentice." Flamel looked at Erwin with a burning gaze, "I leave Esmeralda and this residence to you."

It can be said to be an extremely rich legacy. This residence has a large collection of books and magic materials, as well as a complete magic room, alchemy room, and dispensing room.

But Erwin couldn't be happy, because none of these inheritances would be worth the personal teachings of a master alchemist, not to mention that he was about to witness the death of an elder who recognized him, an inevitable death.

"I will not let you down." He could only say.

After explaining everything, Nico Flamel showed a relaxed expression, "Esmeralda, interrupt Perenal's life-saving procedure."

No response.

"Esmeralda!" Flamel was a little angry.

The virtual image of a faceless golden girl appeared, looking at her master quietly.

She refused the order. Erwin had previously answered her question. She would not follow the order and harm her mistress.

Nico Flamel looked at Esmeralda for a while and sighed, "Transfer the highest authority to Erwin Frost."

The artificial intelligence girl could not refuse this order.

Flamel looked at Erwin with a hint of pleading.

The boy hesitated for only a second, and then repeated Flamel's previous words, "Interrupt Perenal's life-sustaining procedure."

Master Flamel's wife should be in a state similar to brain death, and must have relied on the elixir of life for so many years to maintain her body functions. But now that the elixir of life is gone, she will not be able to sustain it for long even if the life support program is not interrupted.

Esmeralda hesitated for a few seconds, then had to carry out the order.

After all, she is just an artificial intelligence housekeeper.

There were a few cracks on the crystal coffin, and the old woman's rosy skin quickly shriveled, and her life flowed away.

Nico Flamel looked at her face, with a gentle smile on his lips, and then slowly lowered his head, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Then there was a long silence.

"A great mind rests at rest," Dumbledore said after a long while.

It took a while before Erwin asked a very practical question, "Where should we bury Master Flamel and his wife?"

Nico Flamel didn't seem to care about this very much, and didn't even mention it in the last moments of his life.

"Leave it to me. Mr. Flamel is a Frenchman who studied at Beauxbatons. I will contact the French Ministry of Magic and Principal Maxim of Beauxbatons to seek their opinions," Dumbledore said.

They found another crystal coffin, which contained the body of Nico Flamel.

An old man and a young man walked out of Flamel's hut. Erwin suddenly looked shocked because Esmeralda told him a very magical message about this hut.

Standing outside, Erwin spread his hand flat and pointed at the cabin with his wand in the other hand.

This hut, which looked unassuming on the outside but had a huge space inside, suddenly seemed to be made of paper, collapsing and folding from the inside out, and finally formed a square that fell into Erwin's palm.

And it took him a lot of effort to suppress his excitement.

It’s space folding! It’s a more advanced space folding than seamless stretching! And it’s still space folding based on seamless stretching!

Such a hut is actually portable, which is an amazing alchemical product in itself!

As expected of Master Flamel!

Seeing Erwin unable to contain his excitement, Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Although he is already the height of an adult, he is still a cute child.

After half a minute, Erwin calmed down. This was an inheritance after all, "Professor Dumbledore, since people have souls and some wizards can turn into ghosts after death, is it possible that there is a world of the dead?"

Dumbledore was noncommittal, "There is a saying that death is a new adventure. But you should wait until you are my age before thinking about death."

He was about to use regional apparation. "Would you like to go home and rest for a few days first, or go directly to Hogwarts?" he asked.

"Go back to Hogwarts directly." Erwin said without hesitation.