Chapter 1,164

The stone door closed heavily, not to mention how much tomb door lime Fan Lin just opened his mouth to eat and went in, but the moment the tomb door closed, it was like the two spaces were completely isolated.

Only the temperature in the Shimen polar region proves that it was once attacked by a strange dragon.

Fan Lin felt that his difficulty was a bit confusing. In fact, even though he knew what he had done, but for these undead...

"Oh, you are here, I was still wondering when you would be able to get here."

Hearing this voice, Fan Lin felt relaxed all over, but then, Fan Lin was made a little depressed by Dumbledore's tone.

When can I come here?

Look back at those damn troubles...

It's hard to believe that this was an illusion. Maybe he was taking Hermione shopping in Diagon Alley at this time, and then he chose gifts and went to Sirius' house for dinner?

"Oh, it's nice to meet you two, Mr. Nicolas Flamel and Mr. Dumbledore. If I have enough time, I think I should take care of my body first..." Rutherford frowned and looked at himself The clothes were wet, and then stained with a mixture of bone meal and soil.

Obviously, this is difficult for a vampire who pays attention to his noble posture to accept.

"Oh, of course, please do so." Nicoléme said gently, sounding as relaxed as the old man drinking afternoon tea in the garden next door.

After a while of busy work, Fan Lin and Hermione simply got themselves dry. It felt like they were reborn.

Do you want to know about Mud Monkey?

"So, we didn't go wrong. Fortunately, we found you, professor." Fan Lin opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Blame Dumbledore?

It seems that finding it is also a matter of my ability.

"Oh, I think we can take a break first," Dumbledore said gently. He looked at Nicolas Flamel, and then Nicolas Flamel waved his hand, and a set of tables and chairs appeared in front of several people.

"Oh, let me see, I need some lemon juice..." Dumbledore said, "Well, where is Mr. Rutherford? Red wine?"

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Dumbledore." Rutherford took the glass of red wine with peace of mind, and then happily sat on the chair next to him.

"You two...oh, let me see...how about green tea? I think you need some light drinks." Dumbledore said, and with a wave of his hand, two cups of green tea appeared in front of them, and even The temperature has been adjusted.

This made Fan Lin feel very strange.

One second they were fighting a group of bones to death, and the next second...

What is this?

A new talk show?

Dumbledore’s leisurely afternoon tea?

Come and enjoy a wonderful afternoon together?

Hermione's face was also very expressive. She looked at Fanlin, then at Dumbledore, took a sip of green tea, and finally set her sights on the old man named Nicolème next to her.

Well, green tea tastes good.

Ah, no, to be precise, Nicoléme's appearance was a bit too eye-catching.

Not wanting to look like his usual kind old man, Nicoléme's body was much older than what Fan Lin had seen before, and he was not showing any signs of concessions compared to Dumbledore.

The worst thing is that the rich magical feeling is like a small sun. Although there is no burning sensation, it is true that even a slow person can feel that everything around him is filled with Ni. The scent of Coleme.

Especially the golden thread hidden under the body continues to spread along the wrinkles caused by the aging of the body.

The situation is much worse than before. In the past, at least Nicoléme was able to return to a normal appearance, but now it seems that Nicoléme has completely given up the restraint on his own magic power. The huge magic power has always been there. Continuously escaping from Nicolème's old body.

A humanoid self-propelled magic stone?

This is exactly the same as the aura on Fanlin's bracelet.

After six hundred years of accumulation, Fanlin didn't think that Nicoléme's own magic power would be much less than that of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Professor Nicolás Flamel, are you..." Hermione asked hesitantly, "Are you..."

"Oh, it looks like I'm in a pretty bad situation." Nicoléme said with a smile, not caring about Hermione's question.

"I don't have much time. After taking care of the funeral affairs, I originally planned to start a new journey with my wife, but it seemed that Albus was in some trouble, so I tried my best to stay for a while."

"You are really a great wizard." Rutherford's words were full of respect. "In fact, you can choose to continue to stay."

"Oh, of course, but that doesn't make much sense." Nicoléme said, "As you can see, it's hard for me to control my magic power now, let alone do other things. This time with Albus came to explore the resting place of this monarch-level undead creature out of curiosity. In fact, I haven't felt this way for a long time. One hundred, two hundred years? I remember the last time was my favorite. The opera singer has arranged a new opera, but unfortunately, she has already left first, and I still have to hold on for a legacy. Fortunately, Albus has found a candidate for me..."

"Oh, don't say that, professor..." Fan Lin shook his head, "In fact, my alchemy..."

"This itself is nothing that can be accomplished overnight." Nicoléme said, "In fact, I am a bit irresponsible, and it is difficult for me to give you more time to teach you."

"Okay, Nick..." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I believe that Fanlin will not blame you for anything, and you also believe in him..."

"Oh, of course, I'm sure of my choice," said Nicolas Flamel.

This made Fanlin feel a little ashamed. Being trusted by an alchemist who had been famous for more than 600 years was really an Alexander thing.

"It seems that you have not had an easy journey along the way. We heard a huge noise when we were inside just now, and the owner of the tomb seemed to be uneasy. I would like to know what you were doing outside." Dumbledore said calmly. said.

"Uh... It should be us who did it..." Fan Lin looked at Dumbledore with some embarrassment, "We blew up the Tower of the Dead that collects souls outside..."

"You mean those stone tower buildings?"

"Hey, I just said we should go over and take a good look." Dumbledore said to Nicolas Flamel with a smile.

"Incredible, how did you find out?"

"We found the body of a wizard who came here to explore, and before... I briefly studied some undead type magic, as well as demon type, so I still have a certain understanding of these skeleton soldiers."

"You are such a restless student." Nicoléme said with a smile, "However, that is not a bad thing. Once those souls are released, although they can improve the combat capabilities of these undead in a short time, it is still a one-time event. Sexual consumables, even ghosts cannot persist for thousands of years in this environment, let alone these souls that have no chance of transforming into undead.”

"So, they..."

"This may be regarded as another way of liberation." Nicoléme said, "The soul is imprisoned under the monarch. To put it simply, they are just a group of enslaved poor people, and all consciousness Everything has been wiped out. This is simply a life that ordinary people cannot imagine.” (To be continued)