The Trinity of Harry Potter

Botteger was a student of Nicole Flamel seventy years ago.

His talent is considered outstanding among his peers, and he studies very hard. Nico is very optimistic about his future achievements.

He began to learn alchemy from Nico at the age of 12, and became famous at the age of 17. By the time he was 25, anyone who saw him would respectfully call him "The Great Alchemist".

He felt that he had reached a height that most people could not reach in their lifetime, so naturally, he began to study the production of the magic stone, the crown jewel of alchemy.

Nico was happy to see the results, so he let Botegaer do his own research.

It was already 1936, and the cloud of war hung over everyone's head.

Whether it is the world of ordinary people or the world of magic, there are always undercurrents.

World War II is about to break out, and Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord of the wizarding world, is also showing his fangs.

Death is no longer news, everyone is likely to die on the streets one day.

Nico's home also became deserted, and the young people who used to come here for academic discussions went their separate ways.

"Teacher, what exactly is death?"

One afternoon, Pottegger came to Nico's house for a long-awaited visit and brought such a question.

Nico touched his long gray hair and said, "For me, it should be eternal peace."

"After all, I have lived for a long time and I have no regrets."

Potager frowned: "But what happens after death? Everything we had during our lifetime will be lost, and our bodies will rot and disappear."

"What's wrong with going back to nature again?" Nico said with a smile as he took a sip of the fine wine in his glass.

"Since everything is the same after death, what's the point of our lives?" Potager did not raise his head.

"Maybe our remains will disappear, but what we leave to the world is completely different." Nico said seriously.

"What we do while we are alive will leave a precious legacy to our descendants. Maybe after my death, someone will achieve new results based on the research I have done."

"But by then, we will all be dead and we won't know anything!" Potager said irritably.

"So what, we know these things will happen, do we still have to see it with our own eyes?" Nico also frowned.

Potager fell silent, that's what he thought.

Today, a wizard from Grindelwald's army killed one of his friends in front of him.

The whole street exploded in an instant, and Potager only had time to protect himself.

When the smoke cleared, everyone was blown to ashes. Whether they were Muggles or his wizard friends, they all disappeared.

It's like it never existed.

Potager was scared, he was afraid of death. What Nico said could not comfort his heart.

What's the use of talking about the future when everyone is dead?

Fortunately, he has a choice. He can study the magic stone to extend his life.

There is a successful person right in front of us, isn't it? Nicolas Flamel has been smiling at the changes for more than six hundred years and is still full of energy today.

"Kid, I understand what you mean." Nico sighed, "But studying the Philosopher's Stone for the sake of longevity is doomed to fail."

"Lifespan is just a hidden reward. For example, wizards with powerful magic will live longer."

"Don't put the cart before the horse. Only by focusing on improving your alchemy level can you get your own magic stone."

Potager stood up and left, and no one saw him again.

Until today, at Nicoléme's funeral.

"Botteger, I really didn't expect the rumors to be true." Dominic walked out of the crowd and faced this unfathomable alchemist, "The current leader of the Immortal Party is really you."

"It's me." The old alchemist nodded, "I spent sixty years trying to make the magic stone, but I failed."

"I don't have much time, so I'm going to take away what the teacher has achieved."

There was a burst of angry rebuke from the crowd who came to mourn Nico. Potager showed no expression and just snapped his fingers.

Someone suddenly broke out in the crowd, and petrification spells and stun spells flew all over the sky.

The guests who had been bribed by Portegel and controlled by the Imperius Curse began to attack the people around them, but with a wave of Dumbledore's wand, these people were sprayed into the air by the water that suddenly appeared under their feet.

Dominic and many Aurors took action and quickly controlled them all.

Potager still looked calm: "Guess how many of my people are among the guests now?"

At this time, all the guests took out their magic wands and looked at the unfamiliar people warily.

"Mr. Nico is dead, what do you want to do?" Dominic asked angrily.

"I just want the Philosopher's Stone."

Two men brought Kano to Potager. He grabbed Kano by the collar and pointed his wand at him with the other hand.

"The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed!" someone in the crowd shouted.

"I don't believe it!" Potager responded firmly, "If you can't get the Philosopher's Stone within five minutes, I will release the Cruciatus Curse on the child!"

"If you still can't take it out, I will release one in the next minute."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and some middle-aged people stood up and wanted to replace Kano.

But what Potager wanted was this effect, so how could he possibly pay attention to their request?

"Dumbledore, you are this child's principal." He said with profound meaning.

"Nico has really destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone, but he left you a message." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at the mad alchemist master through his glasses.

"What did he say?" Potager asked eagerly.

"He said, 'I'm very disappointed in you.'" Kano said as he was being held in his hand.

"Expelliarmus!" Two Auror-disguised subordinates behind Potteagle simultaneously released the disarming spell, hitting Potteagle.

A layer of white light glowed on his body, blocking the disarming spell. It was obviously some kind of alchemical defense device.

At this time, Kano's hand lit up with silver brilliance, and with its powerful spell-breaking properties, it directly penetrated the weakened alchemy shield.

He snatched the wand from Potager's hand and crushed it. He clenched his fist with his other hand and hit the old man's face directly.

At the same time, all the plants around the cemetery rioted, and all the people Potager brought were tied up by the vines that burst out from under their feet, and were buried in the ground, leaving only one head outside.

The plants here were all arranged by Kano, the druid. How could it be possible that there was no backup left?

When Dumbledore welcomed the guests just now, he had already used his powerful Legilimency to check everyone's thinking.

He waved his wand simultaneously, and the Immortals who were still hidden among the guests were blown away and controlled.

Dominic issued an order on the spot, and the Aurors who were already in place launched a simultaneous attack on all known Immortals strongholds, striving to eradicate this organization in one fell swoop.

Potager fell to the ground and trembled as he tried to take out something from his arms, but Kano kicked him and broke his bones.

"Don't bother, Great Alchemist." The silver magic power in Kano began to flow into Potager's old body, "Say goodbye to your magic power."

Heavy and hot alien magic power was poured into Potager's body, and the spell-breaking properties began to work from within his body.

The magic power that had been cultivated for many years suddenly disappeared like clouds blown away by the strong wind. No matter how hard I searched, it was difficult to find even a single bit.

Potager howled in despair, and Kano directly removed his jaw.

"I know you participated in those experiments, but I won't kill you." Kano said softly.

"You look down on ordinary people too, don't you?"

"Then you just struggle to survive as an ordinary person."

Kano showed a bright smile to the frightened Potager.

"I wish you... a long life."