Chapter 145 The Rose in Hermione’s Hand

As soon as the window was opened, it made a squeaking sound. Rigg suspected that the connection was rusted.

After taking a closer look, Rigg, who was already looking exhausted, almost laughed out loud. He said that the window was so smooth when it was opened that it shouldn't be rusty.

There is nothing wrong with this window, except that there is a small square radio-like thing on the inside, more like a stereo.

As soon as the window position starts to move, the sound will be matched with the sound as if the parts are aging and rusting.

If Rigg hadn't known that this was the correct way to enter, he probably wouldn't have dared to pull a glass window that sounded shaky.

Yes, this is the bad taste of Nicoléme.

Everyone thought that the entrance should be through the extremely obvious expensive wooden door in the white building. There was a thoughtfully configured doorbell above the wooden door.

Little did they know that Nicoléme only wanted to see acquaintances. Anyone who knocks on the door or rings the doorbell will trigger the protection mechanism of the white building and be thrown to any place within ten kilometers.

There was a reason why Nicolas Flamel was so angry that day.

Dumbledore, an old friend, certainly knew how to avoid disturbing the entrance to the White Building, but he still chose to knock on the door with Rigg.

Because once the protection mechanism of the White House is activated, the magic net originally used for hunting will be suspended. At least Nicolas Flamel lost more than a dozen seafood dinners because of Dumbledore's evil intentions.

He floated into the white building like a ghost. As soon as he landed, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the second floor.

After a while, Nicolas Flamel shouted from the outside of the second floor, "Just come up here, I'm still in the room that day!"

His old voice sounded full of energy now, like a young man in his early 20s, full of energy.

Rigg responded feebly, then half-closed his eyes and let the floating spell take him up.

After two full days of burning the midnight oil, he had indeed finished reading the three books. Not to mention memorizing them, he at least had a basic impression of alchemy.

When Rige was brushing his teeth in the morning, he looked in the mirror and felt that he looked like the Pandaren teacher Nico he had met before. He was equally listless, and the night he had spent had turned into dark circles.

If the apprentice will definitely become more and more like his mentor, Rigg hopes that he can become such a handsome old man in the future, instead of being as vain as Nicoléme.

When he walked to Bailou, Li Ge felt that his waist was a little sore, his legs were weak, and his waist was numb.

The scariest thing is that he is no longer as handsome as before!

When he looked in the mirror, Li Ge felt that he was about to turn into a little plum playing with a water gun. This was not okay.

Floating from the first floor to the second floor, Rigg sighed, opened his eyes, and canceled the floating spell on his body.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Li Ge felt his ankles go weak and quickly grabbed the protrusion beside him.

As his weight increased, the first black iron door with a sign saying "High Risk, Do Not Enter" turned the handle in Rige's horrified eyes.

The door is open.

To Rigg's surprise, he originally thought that there would be something spooky and terrifying hidden in this room, or an enemy weapon made by Nicoléme. In short, it was definitely not the lawn with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers that Rigg saw now. There are butterflies flying above.

Butterflies sprinkled with blue phosphorus powder were spinning around a charred tree. Something dark moved on the tree... Before Rigg could see clearly what it was, he didn't wait for a long time. Nicholas Flamel came out of the last room.

"Did you lose Rigg? Isn't it just a staircase? Let me tell you, alchemists must abide by the rules of time..."

Arriving unannounced, Nicoléme walked out of the room chattering. With his mouth wide open, he watched Rigg walk into the first door as if he had lost his soul.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Nicoléme immediately pushed up the protective mask. After he was ready, he ran forward a few steps and grabbed the somewhat dazed Rigg who was about to enter the room.

It wasn't enough to pull Rigg, so Nicoléme simply closed his eyes and fumbled for the handle with his hand.

"boom!"

The door was slammed again by Nicoléme.

Until now, Rigg seemed to be floating like a god. He saw Zero waving to him, Hermione arranging the rose bouquet in her hand, and both of them were smiling at him...

"Wake up...hey, wake up, kid!"

Rigg shook his head, and the world in front of him gradually became clearer from blur. The laughing Hermione disappeared and turned into Nicoléme's old face, wrinkled like orange peel.

"Oh, it looks better."

Seeing Rigg shaking his head and being startled by the sight of him, Nicoléme was satisfied and pulled a chair from a distance to sit down and began to sip the hot tea from the cup.

I don’t know why, but since being burned by Dumbledore last time, Nicolas Flamel always felt that the tea was not hot enough or strong enough.

Now the tea in the entire Bailou has been adjusted to this kind of hot tea that has just been boiled. When you open the lid of the pot, you can still see the white smoke curling up.

Rigg took the teacup floated by the teacher and tilted it to his mouth...

"puff----"

If this room hadn't been automatically cleaned, Rigg suspected that the ground would no longer be visible.

"Hot, hot, hot!"

He put down the teacup with a smile, completely awake.

After waking up, Rigg looked at the evil smile on the face of Nico Flamel across from him, and quickly explained: "Teacher Nico, I didn't intend to enter that room. I didn't stand firm when I came up."

"No need to explain, I know." Nicoléme shook his head, "That door can only be opened by people who are not curious about the things in the room. It was a coincidence."

Rigg listened to Nico Flamel's explanation, and a subtle sense of familiarity suddenly lingered in his heart. He frowned, "This setting... Teacher Nico, the Mirror of Erised at Hogwarts was yours." Collect?"

"Oh, of course, Dumbledore is a poor man, I am not."

Nicoléme raised his chin and quickly belittled his old friend while he was away. Feeling a little pleased, he took a sip of hot tea with satisfaction.

The transparent water droplets that shone brightly under the light slid from Nicoléme's face and hit the ground. Rigg pretended not to see this scene.

"Drink tea, drink tea!" He smiled awkwardly, raised his teacup and blew on it.

"So it was your idea to put the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised?"

In order to change the topic and ease the awkward atmosphere, Rigg brought up the previous level-clearing adventure.

"That was Dumbledore's idea. He still has some brains." Nicolas Flamel reluctantly admitted, "I collected the Mirror of Erised just to study how to make it. I never considered its use."

"Teacher, what did you see in the mirror?" Rigg asked curiously.

Okay, okay, getting better.

In fact, I have been in a bad state these past few days. When I wrote this chapter, I felt that my hand feeling was back!

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