Chapter 377 Nicolas Flamel

"Did the conversation go well?" Dumbledore asked. After obtaining Fudge's consent... well, Dumbledore took him out of the Ministry of Magic directly.

As agreed, the Ministry of Magic forbids apparition?

"Not bad." Fanlin said, "but they are all insignificant things."

"Yeah." Dumbledore nodded. He didn't even mean to ask Fanlin. Dumbledore knew his own affairs best. He didn't think Umbridge could get anything from Fanlin.

"What is this?" Fanlin looked around. They came to this area after coming out of the apparition space.

"The wilderness of France?"

"If my spell is correct, this should be the foot of the Pyrenees." Dumbledore said.

"Is Beauxbatons really located in the Pyrenees?" Fanlin asked, but when he looked over, the location here was far away from the distant mountain.

"Are you sure you don't need to Apparate again?" Fanlin asked. It was too far. Was there some magic hiding Beauxbatons?

"Oh, of course." Dumbledore said, "I don't think we need to Apparate again."

"Are we just going to walk there?" Fanlin asked. It seemed incredible. He was an exchange student sent by Hogwarts, and the person next to him was the headmaster of Hogwarts, who was also recognized as the greatest wizard of this century.

Then two people visited Beauxbatons, and they walked?

If it were Professor McGonagall, she would definitely go crazy. Professor McGonagall paid great attention to etiquette and majesty.

Fanlin remembered that when visiting Beauxbatons, they were all pulled by the divine horse carriage. Although it was considered luxurious, it had the flavor of Beauxbatons, didn't it?

Think about it, the gorgeous and elegant divine carriage, and then a group of beautiful and enthusiastic French girls walked down.

No matter how you look at it, it should be more appropriate than their walking.

"Don't pay too much attention to appearances. Often, these are unnecessary." Dumbledore said lightly. He seemed to have touched something. Then he gently wiped it with his hand, and Fanlin vaguely saw something in front of him.

"Please come in." Dumbledore said, motioning Fanlin to follow, and then took the lead to walk into the hole that seemed to be a portal.

Fanlin hurriedly followed.

As expected, they touched the magic barrier, which was probably the defense barrier of Beauxbatons.

Wouldn't it be bad for Dumbledore to tear open a door directly like this? Being regarded as an enemy by the people of Beauxbatons?

Fanlin couldn't help shaking his head. The idea was undoubtedly crazy and unrealistic. Considering Dumbledore as an enemy? I'm afraid only a guy like Voldemort would think so.

Fudge was an exception. He was a thorough politician, a fool who was blinded by power. Fanlin felt that no one could save him.

"Hey, Albus, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." An old voice came over, and the voice was a little hoarse, as if it was squeezed out of someone's throat.

Fanlin looked up and saw a huge magic carriage parked not far away. An old man sitting in a golden chair was looking at this place quietly.

After seeing Dumbledore come in, the old man smiled.

It must be said that the old man smiled very ugly. His face was as wrinkled as the bark of a tree, covered with the frost of the years.

Logically speaking, this is already considered to be the end of his life. But the old man is surprisingly good, at least his skin still reveals a trace of redness. The combination of the two seems very suspicious, but on the old man in front of him, it makes people feel surprisingly harmonious.

"Nico, I'm sorry, I wasted some time in the Ministry of Magic. Our Mr. Al needs to attach a new trace. This is the first time that the trace disappears before the age."

Dumbledore said, he slightly turned his body and let Fanlin, who was standing behind him, out.

"Hello, Mr. Nicolas Flamel, I am honored to see you in person."

Regarding Nicolas Flamel, there are legends about Nicolas Flamel in both the magic world and the Muggle world.

Nicolas Flamel was born in 10. He received a good education, was proficient in Latin and Greek, and was good at calligraphy and copying. He made a living by selling books and copying articles in Paris, and also took in students to teach them to copy and draw illustrations. Nobles often paid him to copy rare manuscripts, so he might have copied the manuscripts of alchemy.

His ordinary life took a dramatic turn one night. An angel came to his dream and told him that he would receive a magical book. He must study hard and understand it thoroughly to gain extraordinary and amazing power. This dream came true, and he recorded it in his manuscript "Livre des figures hyeroglyphiques": "I have in my hand an ancient and huge book that I exchanged for a florin. It is not made of paper or sheepskin like other books, but of fine and smooth young bark. The cover is tightly wrapped with brass, and it is engraved with words or strange symbols... It has groups of 7 pages, including the first page. The seventh page of each group has no words, but on the seventh page of the first group, there is a picture of a magic wand swallowed by a giant snake."

This mysterious document is called the Book of Abraham the Jehovah. Nicolas Flamel spent a year collecting information before interpreting it. Finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, Nicolas Flamel recorded the following words on April 5, 18: "I Always follow the instructions in the book word for word, and deduce the red stone based on the same amount of mercury... and then actually convert the mercury into gold, which is indeed better than ordinary gold, softer and more malleable. "

After refining the philosopher's stone, he used the wealth gained from alchemy for charity, built fourteen hospitals in Paris, and built and renovated churches.

Finally, he died in his hometown in 147. After his and his wife's graves were dug up, no bodies were found. He and his wife are said to have become immortal.

Of course, in the wizarding world, the most eye-catching aspect of the legend about Flamel is nothing more than the magic stone in his hand.

The identity of an alchemist makes people crazy, and the elixir of life is even more so.

In fact, Flamel has not appeared in Muggles' sight since 147. After all, living for more than six hundred years is really beyond the scope of Muggles' acceptance. (To be continued)