Chapter 123 The Master’s Test

After Nigel said that, he walked straight forward. For a staid old man like him who came from a traditional education, it was really shameful for him to praise his children frankly.

Seeing Nigel's earlobes turn slightly red, Stephanie curled her lips and patted the back of his hand comfortingly.

She wanted peace and harmony at home, so she was happy that Nigel could tell her.

This is better than talking to them at length all afternoon about your genius child, and then turning into a gourd with its mouth cut off when facing Rigg.

The three of them hurried to the old house. The tribesmen they met along the way happily greeted Rige, whom they had not seen for a long time.

After an academic year of operation and word-of-mouth fermentation, replaceable quills have become Wenrenju’s flagship product, bringing stable cash flow to Wenrenju.

Later, it became the only designated quill shop of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, able to provide stable and large purchasing demand every month.

I heard that it was through Rigg's help that Nigel was given the opportunity to meet Dumbledore and accomplish this important matter. If they hadn't heard that there were important matters in the old house today, the Dai family would have wanted to celebrate the return of their genius and express their gratitude.

Even the menu has been designed by Iron Belly, with three pages of luxurious meals that will satisfy everyone.

After all, who wants to be someone else’s subordinate?

All subordinates are considered good. While the upper echelons of the family were discussing the future, ordinary members of the clan were also muttering privately. Who doesn't know that the Malfoy family looks at people with their chins every day, and that there is a high probability that they will not end well after becoming a subordinate.

Now that he was rich, the quill was recommended to the Ministry of Magic by Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard. From then on, no one who was short-sighted came to compete with them viciously.

Every day he works in his family's shop, and the tribesman who makes feather pen tips is full of motivation just thinking about it.

Rigg was also surprised to find that the originally luxurious old house seemed to have been renovated, and every corner was shiny and golden.

Even the carpets that people walk on every day have been replaced with new ones, and your feet sink into the thick and silky fur as soon as you step on them.

Nigel smiled and said, they did make hundreds of millions of Galleons. Of course, the main reason is to welcome Nicoléme, so as not to drop this legendary figure on the floor of the old house.

Mother Stephanie separated from them as soon as they arrived at the old house. She was going to confirm today's menu. Regardless of whether Nicolas Flamel stayed for dinner or not, she had to prepare it in advance.

Stephanie lifted her veil, held her wand tightly, and ran away, reminding Rigg of the mother he saw when he first crossed over.

Stephanie would get hung up on details when she was nervous. Think about the last question, would Slytherin hate silver?

Rigg couldn't help but laugh, guessing that today's menu would make Stephanie confused all day long.

Rigg and Nigel hurried to the living room of the old house. On the way, Rigg touched his pocket and felt the hard texture. His confidence increased a little.

Arriving at the door of the living room, before entering, Rigg heard an old voice saying, "...You want me to teach alchemy. The problem is that this subject is not something that fools can learn."

His heart was shocked, and he understood that this was the alchemist master Nicoléme.

A legendary figure who successfully produced the Philosopher's Stone and a variety of magical alchemical products. Of course, Rigg hopes to add a suffix in the future, his teacher Heimdall Day.

Rigg closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. Nigel stayed where he was, looking at him nervously, waiting for Rigg to adjust.

After spending so much effort, Nigel was not sure that he would be able to get Nicoléme to accept Rigg as his disciple. They would have already tried their best to invite people here.

Is Rigg really okay?

Nigel looked at his son who had taken a few steps forward with some anxiety. Rigg's back looked extremely firm.

He believes in himself.

Rigg walked to the door of the living room and said confidently: "They can't do it, but I can."

The sound passed through the door, and Rige also pushed open the slightly closed wooden door of the living room and strode in.

"I want to learn alchemy from you, and I'm not the idiot you said." Rigg, who walked in, looked at Nicoléme in the center of the living room and hit a straight shot.

Even though I had seen the master many times in letters, this was the first time I saw him in person.

He didn't notice Dean sitting next to him at all.

Dean, the bald elder, watched the scene in front of him nervously. They had been preparing for so long just to recommend the family's genius to Nicoléme, but could Rigg really do it?

Dean nervously drank another cup of tea. As soon as it entered his mouth, he closed his eyes in pain and tightened his legs.

He had wanted to go to the bathroom half an hour ago, but no one here except him could hold back Nicoléme, the alchemist master.

Nicolas Flamel's wife showed no interest in his social life and went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry first.

If Nicoléme was bored and left while he was in the bathroom, Dean could blame himself for the rest of his life.

The family is like this, both prosper and lose. The opportunity lost by Rige is also the loss of others.

This is Nicoléme, Rigg thought as he looked at the old man with white hair and beard in front of him.

Unlike ordinary wizards, he looks like a real master of alchemy at first glance.

The little bird on Nicoléme's shoulder stretched out its slender arm, and its sandbag-sized palm gently placed the cup of hot tea that Nicoléme had just taken a sip on the table.

Nicoléme raised his eyebrows. His eyebrows were so long that they even dropped to his eyes.

After choosing to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, Nicoléme never paid attention to his own image, as long as he was comfortable.

He thought, the drama is finally here.

Nicolas Flamel lived for more than 600 years, and he could tell what a young man in his early 200s like Dean was thinking at a glance.

As he walked around and chatted with Dean this morning, Nicolas Flamel could almost memorize the details of the living room in Dai's old house.

Nicoléme changed his position and sat down, looking at the straight blond child standing in front of him with interest. He asked: "You said you want to learn alchemy from me? Oh, no, no, no, don't talk about this again. Such words..."

Rigg was still calm, but Nigel and Dean took a breath together. Could it be that Nicolas Flamel was in a bad mood today?

Without even asking, their plan failed immediately?

Nigel looked at Dean in panic, and Dean looked back at Nigel blankly. He thought he had a good conversation.

Shouldn't it? Dean was puzzled as to how he could be eliminated as soon as they met.

Nicoléme smiled kindly, his voice was like coaxing a child, "Come on, don't say this nonsense, I have heard it too many times. Show me what spells you know."

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