This Hogwarts isn't normal.

On the top floor of this building full of cyberpunk atmosphere is a living room that is as large as a Muggle football field.

It seemed to use the same magic as the Hogwarts Great Hall, and being inside felt like standing on the top floor.

“Amazing!”

What caught Vincent's eyes was a huge screen suspended in mid-air, fully three hundred inches long.

Nico snapped his fingers and the entire screen lit up.

The latest episode of "Thomas and Friends" was playing on the screen.

A little locomotive, a story full of educational significance, accompanies children's healthy growth all the way.

Vincent also grew up watching this animation in his previous life.

Fortunately, it's 1991 now. If it had been a few years later, I'm afraid "Teletubbies" wouldn't have been broadcast.

But for him, this place is the real "Magic Island", full of fantasy and miracles.

A screen that intelligently adjusts viewing angles;

Comfortable fabric sofa with massage heating;

A multifunctional stove that automatically makes tea and cooks;

Fully transparent glass that can magnify the scenery outside the window, etc.

These alchemical items, which are more magical than technological products, are all handmade by Nico.

"Although the golems - oh, they are those metal machines you just saw."

Nico snapped his fingers, and a moment later a humanoid metal machine walked out of the elevator.

"Although the golems can complete a large part of my work for me, their ability to handle special events is too poor."

The outermost layer of this demon doll with "18" printed on its chest does not have any armor and looks like a metal skeleton.

"Can it understand what I'm saying?" Vincent stretched out his hand curiously, and touched the big silver head with his fingertips.

The temperature is similar to that of the human body. If it were put on the appearance of a certain governor who was an actor, it would be like a movie brought to reality.

"It can only be some simple ones." Nico erased the numbers on its chest.

"Originally I wanted to change my appearance to a real No. 18, but unfortunately Perenal would be angry."

He used his wand to write the number "T-800" again.

"Nico, I won't be angry."

Perenal smiled softly, "You are too pursuing perfection. The three-dimensional world we live in is more real."

“I still want to try to do my best.”

Nico frowned and looked at the T-800 in front of him.

Muggles now have the most basic artificial intelligence, and the golems they created have a certain degree of learning ability.

"The magic circuit is more plastic than the circuit board, and the response speed can almost reach the point of no delay..."

Vincent, who was just listening to the book, took out a black notebook.

"Be precise and make no mistakes -" He cast a recording spell on the quill.

Perenal shook his head helplessly and turned around to make tea for the old man and the young man.

Today's circuit boards are still planar and linear. Compared with multi-layer stacked and turnable magic circuits, they are indeed several grades behind.

The method of making it is not complicated. It only requires a set of alchemical items that can be matched, or two ancient runes, and then use magic to draw lines to connect them.

Depending on their shape and structural size, the greater the error, the worse the effect.

After explaining the basic principles, Perenal also made tea.

Vincent exited the study state and took out the box containing the magic stone from the small cloth bag.

"Mr. Flamel, this is what you gave to Professor Dumbledore."

Nico didn't open the box on the coffee table, but asked about Dumbledore.

"Professor will be fine, the Ministry of Magic is probably just showing up."

Perenal put down the tea cup, "It's the same prophecy you saw, Nico."

"Prophecy?" Vincent was a little stunned.

No wonder Dumbledore always said he was unavailable during the holidays. It turns out he already knew that.

"It's not as exaggerated as you think." Nico's voice was calm, "I have a prophecy ball that can see what will happen in my home.

It was because of it that I decided to move the magic stone to another place. "

Vincent looked around the living room and found that there were many small devices here that looked particularly mysterious.

Can Quirrell, who is now blind-eyed, drooling, and only knows Aba Aba, really be able to successfully break in?

"Monsieur Flamel, v—what did Tom without a nose do?"

Nico picked up a small Rubik's Cube-looking device on the coffee table.

With each turn, the ancient runes on the surface change.

"A true prophecy is bound to happen, and what I see can be changed."

He stopped turning and placed his thumb on a rune.

The three-hundred-inch screen dimmed, and then the silhouette of a person appeared on the screen.

The pale-skinned "Quirrell" had no nose and walked in slowly barefoot wearing a black robe.

Vincent noticed that his toenails were long and he held a wand in each hand.

Next, a large number of golems wearing thick armor emerged.

Voldemort, who was suspected of borrowing Quirrell's body to resurrect, instantly turned into a black mist.

Every time he passed through a golem, he would only leave a pile of highly corroded metal blocks in the wilderness.

Nico paused the screen and zoomed in on his face, "As far as I know, there is a very cruel ritual that can turn the occupied body into your own."

"Mr. Flamel, I just roughly counted the number of golems." Vincent's expression became solemn.

"If your production hadn't slowed down, this prophecy would have happened long ago, right?"

"Yes." Nico gently touched the Rubik's Cube and let the scene play again, "I don't know how he knew this place.

Only Albus, my old friend, knew in all Europe that Perenal and I were living in seclusion here in Devonshire. "

In the picture, Voldemort returned to his human form, with two wands intertwined and raised high.

The originally blue sky quickly darkened, and the white clouds became darker and darker.

Along with a little light, a dark red thunderbolt fell from the dark clouds.

The entire tall building was split in the middle and collapsed into ruins.

Vincent broke into a cold sweat on his spine, "Professor Dumbledore can't reveal your hiding place, so the problem lies in your other -"

Nico knew what the second half of the sentence was that was left unsaid.

Even though he and Perenal had seen each other countless times, they never locked themselves in a small circle called eternal life.

"The result now is the best." He turned off the big screen, leaving only Voldemort's laughter.

"In order to no longer involve those old friends, Perenal and I decided to disappear from this world."

"Disappear? But if Tom finds him again -"

"I am 666 years old."

Vincent turned his neck stiffly and looked away from the darkened screen.

"Mr. Flamel, are you going to fake your own death to hide it from him?"

"That's right." Nico opened the small box and took out the magic stone. "It's fascinating, right?"

"Yes, Monsieur Flamel."

He put the magic stone away and looked into Vincent's blue eyes with great concentration.

"Perenal and I were tired of hiding, so we decided to destroy it."

Losing the Philosopher's Stone means that the legendary alchemist chooses to face death.

No matter how many elixirs you prepare, you will eventually wait until that day arrives.

For ordinary people, knowing the date of your death is not a good thing.

But for Nico and Perenal, it didn't seem as bad as they imagined.

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