Chapter 138 The Strange Centaur Firenze

When Rigg first stood at the door and looked at the room, he felt very empty. There were only three of them in a space the size of an ordinary classroom, and there was a lonely high platform in the middle.

When he put on the goggles that Nicolas Flamel gave him, the world suddenly changed.

In the empty room, several light blue bands of light, as bright as the Milky Way, slowly rotated around the high platform, and phantoms flashed by from time to time.

The phantom flashed very fast, and he thought he couldn't see it clearly, but when Rigg stared closely at the place where the phantom appeared just now, this behavior may have triggered some function of the goggles.

The entire inside of the lens turned blue for a moment, and the phantom image that appeared just now was turned out again and placed on the lens of the right eye.

Rigg saw that it was a silver-white horse's leg and grass.

Seeing Rigg's dumb look after putting on the goggles, Nicoléme laughed and said, "Doesn't it look good? This must be your first time seeing the magic belt."

Dumbledore, who couldn't see anything, raised his eyebrows curiously.

Curious, but he didn't say anything.

Rigg was still addicted to observing the flowing river of magic through his lenses. He was also slow to respond when Nicoléme was talking to him, unable to give any effective response.

"Oh, it seems you discovered the secret of glasses?"

Nicoléme smiled proudly. These alchemy glasses were his original creation and were very useful for checking the details of the magic circuit.

Dumbledore's eyes moved back and forth between Rigg and Nicolas Flamel, his eyebrows almost reaching the ceiling.

Dumbledore, who was unusually silent, attracted the attention of Nicolas Flamel. He laughed as soon as he saw it, "Rig, look carefully. The back part is more interesting."

Nicolas Flamel also knew that Dumbledore was curious, but let this old guy be curious!

"When faced with an alchemy experiment with unknown effects, be prepared to run away at any time. This is the first lesson I teach you."

Nicoléme's face was completely covered by goggles and a mask, and his seriousness could only be heard from his voice.

He raised the extremely thin silver needle in his hand. Only then did Rigg realize that Nicoléme was still holding something in his hand. As soon as the silver needle came close to the light belt, the light belt began to become unstable and flicker frequently, like A stuck old TV.

The silver needle was not obvious in ordinary vision. Dumbledore could only judge what he was going to do from Nicolas Flamel's movements and the abnormal fluctuations of his magic power. His old face became serious, and his wand was Place it on your chest, ready to take action at any time.

The silver needle in Nicoléme's hand probed deeper and deeper, and finally inserted straight into the center of one of the magic belts. He used the silver needle to continuously stir the river.

Something strange happened.

Rigg, who was wearing special goggles, could not only see that the magic band flowed faster, but his magic sense was already high, and every cell in his body seemed to be on alert.

There is something wrong with this abnormal fluctuation of magic power, run away!

At first, this fluctuation was very weak, and Rigg just felt something was wrong. Then within a few seconds, it quickly increased to the limit of his tolerance. Rigg didn't dare to wait any longer, and he took a few steps back.

Nicoléme was a little surprised by Rigg's acumen. He also retracted the silver needle and quickly retreated to what he thought was a safe position.

The dazzling light that Rigg and the others had seen at the door appeared again. This time the scope of the explosion was even more intense than the last time. Countless patterns flashed quickly in front of Rigg's eyes.

Nicoléme, who retreated but did not retreat completely, was choked and coughed. Nicoléme just raised the silver needle in his hand, glanced at it, and then threw it to the ground with a sigh.

"It's useless again. How many strange things has this horse seen?"

"This horse? You mean the unicorn?"

Rigg saw Nicoléme taking off his goggles and followed the teacher's actions, asking him while taking them off.

Dumbledore put down his wand and waited quietly for Nicolas Flamel's explanation.

"It's a unicorn, and it's not just a unicorn."

Nicoléme, who took off his goggles and rubbed the marks on his face, said, "This bracelet also contains centaur tail hair, and the centaur's condition is very strange."

He frowned, "It's a very rare situation, at least I've never seen it in the past 600 years."

Before actually starting to explain, Nicoléme expertly pushed the pot away.

After carefully turning the high platform up and protecting it, Nicoléme took Rigg and the others to the living room on the first floor and sat down.

As soon as Rigg's butt touched the soft seat of the sofa, the teapot flew up on the small table at his hand, making him a cup of hot tea.

"There are no house elves in the White Mansion."

Nicoléme explained that the entire small western-style building was designed by him personally, making it professional and convenient for living.

After the three people sat down, Nicoléme began to explain the matter from the beginning, "My initial judgment was correct. There are indeed only unicorn-like tail hairs here."

"But you just mentioned centaurs?" Dumbledore asked as he picked up his cup of hot tea, took a sip.

Rigg also looked at Nicoléme curiously. Centaurs and unicorns are not the same species. Masters like Nicoléme would never make such low-level mistakes.

"I don't know if this centaur got some kind of romance or experienced a curse." Nicoléme was puzzled. He had only seen this kind of situation in classics. "He got a unicorn." Part of his abilities are also invaded by different time and space."

"He is about to die." Nicoléme said briefly, then fell into deep thought.

Dumbledore and Rigg did not interrupt the master's thinking. After the living room was quiet for a while, Nicolas Flamel recovered from his chaotic thoughts.

"The centaur must be closely related to the unicorn, so his tail hair is mixed into the bracelet."

Rigg pondered the silver-white bracelet and recalled the centaurs he had seen before. He was surprised to find that there was a centaur who could match the number.

"Teacher Nico, did you just say that the centaur was going to die?"

Rigg couldn't sit still. Although he didn't know what happened to the silver-white centaur, Firenze did help him and Harry a lot when they were in the Forbidden Forest.

He didn't want Firenze to die, Rigg thought with some worry, suspecting that Firenze had been cursed by Voldemort.

If so, they have to help Firenze before he really dies.

Rigg has secretly made up his mind to send another letter to his mother Stephanie. Stephanie can even save the dying unicorn, and maybe Firenze.

Nicoléme nodded, "Yes, the tail hair reflects that his vitality is very weak. This is not due to trauma."

Under Rigg's confused eyes, Nicoléme continued: "Because the centaur thought he was going to die, so he was going to die."

Dumbledore sighed after hearing this.

Alas, no one answered last time!

I feel like a fool today.

I didn't get a Didi taxi, so I was too lazy to wait so I took the subway. As soon as I got on the subway, I got a call from the driver saying that he had arrived.

I? ? One look at the app and I forgot to cancel the order.

Then, I got on the subway, sent a message back to my friend, and got off the bus with the crowd. I was stunned outside the carriage for a while, then suddenly remembered that I was getting off at the next stop, so I went back.

After returning home, I replied to another friend’s message and stopped by. .