Train to Another World.

Chapter 502 Nico Flamel
The banquet finally ended. The Malfoys eliminated some enemies, Wei Changfeng gained some reputation, and Li Zhuoguang gained some souls. Except for the five Death Eaters who were consumed as consumables, everyone was happy.

After the guests left, Narcissa coaxed Draco to sleep. After all, he was only a teenager, and it was a little too stimulating for him to suddenly see such a bloody scene.

But Narcissa knew that this was something every Malfoy had to go through. As the head of a pure-blood family known for its wealth, he could not be afraid of blood. If he was afraid of even the blood of his enemies, he would sooner or later be torn to pieces by the wolves surrounding him.

Narcissa came out of Draco's room and saw that the light was still on in Lucius' study. She walked in and saw Lucius sitting behind the desk, asking the house elf to pour him a glass of strong wine.

Narcissa was a little surprised. Although there were indeed strong liquors in the wine cellar at home, they were for entertaining guests. Lucius almost never drank strong liquor. Because the Malfoy family had too many businesses, for some reasons, there was no one around Lucius who could help him, so he could only deal with business problems by himself.

Drinking strong liquor is really a waste of time.

Walking to Lucius' side, Narcissa saw him staring blankly at the notebook on the desk. She comforted him, "Lu, hasn't everything been decided?"

"I just decided to bring things in through Harry Potter."

Narcissa was startled. "Didn't you say not to mess with the savior?"

Lucius drank the liquor in the cup and said, "Five Death Eaters died in my mansion. I must do something to balance it out. And if something is lost from my hands, he should also play a role, so that I can have an excuse in the most extreme case.

After all, as outsiders say, we Malfoys are fence-sitters, but I prefer to call it "balance." Sissi, you need to remember that we Malfoys can't do anything to the extreme, nor can we completely lean towards any side. This is our way of survival."

Even though Lucius said this, Narcissa was still a little worried: "What if Harry Potter dies because of this?"

Lucius shook his head. "No, he is under Dumbledore's nose, at most he will get hurt. But don't worry, I won't do it in the near future. After all, someone just died in our family, and those Aurors are still paying attention to this place. We have to wait until next school year."

While the couple was talking, they didn't notice that the house-elf holding a bottle of wine beside them had a complicated look in his eyes.

Soon, Christmas was over, and it was time for Li Zhuoguang and Pojun to return to school. Wei Changfeng was also ready to take office as a councillor. After taking office, he would set up a werewolf rescue foundation with the Malfoy family. And because of the attack on the Malfoy family, he would vigorously promote the campaign to eliminate the Death Eaters.

In this way, the requirements of Li Zhuoguang and William can be met, and Wei Changfeng can also earn a lot of reputation and increase his voice in the Wizengamot.

The process of returning to school was very simple. Li Zhuoguang and Pojun almost just walked there. After a while, they arrived at the school gate, just in time for dinner.

At the Slytherin table, everyone looked at Li Zhuoguang in awe when they saw him walk into the hall. There were many young Slytherin wizards who witnessed the Malfoy family banquet and saw with their own eyes how Li Zhuoguang dealt with those Death Eaters.

Now almost all of Slytherin knew about it.

Li Zhuoguang walked towards the long table, and someone immediately made room for him and poured him pumpkin juice. At this moment, Li Zhuoguang seemed like the king of Slytherin.

As soon as Po Jun entered the hall, he was pulled over by Hermione, who took her aside stealthily and asked, "Are you from a pure-blood family?"

Po Jun scratched his head, remembering that their external image was that of a pure-blood family from the East, and that it was not wrong that she was a pure-blooded vampire, so he replied, "Yes."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "You are the only relatively reliable pure-blood family I know, so you must know the answer to this question..."

"Hey! I'm still here." Ron on the side muttered dissatisfiedly: "And she is the sister of Li Zhuoguang, the evil Slytherin, who knows her... Oops!" Ron was beaten under the table by Pojun. Hermione and Harry were already used to their way of getting along. Hermione continued to ask: "Have you heard of Nicolas Flamel?"

Pojun scratched his head again, stood up and ran directly to the Slytherin table, where he found Li Zhuoguang. Hermione and Harry watched all this happen in horror, and there was no time to stop it.

Although their prejudice against Slytherin is not as deep as in the original book because of the brother and sister Pojun and Li Zhuoguang, the object of their suspicion now is the other side's dean.

When they saw Pojun pointing at them, Li Zhuoguang stood up and walked over to them, and they quickly lowered their heads. The other young wizards at the Gryffindor table also felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Purebloods are well-informed, and many of them know what Li Zhuoguang did during Christmas.

Li Zhuoguang and Pojun sat directly opposite Hermione and Harry, and asked knowingly, "Why do you want to know about Nicolas Flamel?"

Li Zhuoguang had already spoken, so the two stopped pretending and laughed awkwardly for a while before starting to make excuses: "I just saw this name in a book, but couldn't find any other information."

Li Zhuoguang glanced at Ron who had just gotten up from the ground and said, "Didn't Weasley grow up in a wizarding family? Nicolas Flamel is such a famous person, he should know about him, right?"

Hearing what Li Zhuoguang said, Ron's face immediately turned red: "Not everyone likes to pay attention to this kind of weird and unpopular knowledge."

Li Zhuoguang didn't say much, just looked at Ron with pity and shook his head, which made him even more helpless and furious. Then Li Zhuoguang explained to Hermione and Harry: "Nicolas Flamel is a talented and famous alchemist, born in 1327, and is still alive. He and his wife have recently moved to England and live in Devon."

The Iron Triangle was shocked and said, "He's still alive?! Doesn't that mean he's over 600 years old?"

Li Zhuoguang nodded: "Yes, he is famous for his longevity. This cannot but mention his greatest creation, the Philosopher's Stone. The Philosopher's Stone has had many names in history, such as the Philosopher's Stone, the Philosopher's Stone, and the Panacea.

In addition to being used to refine gold, it can also be used to make an elixir of immortality, making those who take it immortal. "

Harry immediately said, "What if the Philosopher's Stone falls into the wrong hands..."

Then he realized his slip of the tongue and shut up immediately. Li Zhuoguang chuckled. Dumbledore had told him about the side effects of the Philosopher's Stone in order to dispel his idea of ​​getting the Philosopher's Stone. When he was reading the original novel, he couldn't understand why Nicolas Flamel and his wife chose to die. Now it seems that they were mentally strong to have held on until now before choosing to die.

Li Zhuoguang said: "If it falls into the hands of bad people, at most they can use it to refine gold. The goblins in Gringotts don't mind people trading gold with them.

But if they knew that someone was making gold and destroying their financial and monetary system, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have to do anything, and all the crazy goblins in the world would rush over and tear that person to pieces."

Harry asked tentatively, "What if the bad guys use the Philosopher's Stone to make the Elixir of Life?"

Li Zhuoguang shook his head: "Although it is a bit disrespectful to Nicolas Flamel to say this, I still have to say that only people with serious brain diseases would use the Philosopher's Stone to prolong their lives.

Using the Philosopher's Stone to extend one's life has serious side effects. People will not die, but they will not become old and weak. Nicolas Flamel today would probably break his ribs if he breathed a little harder.

I even suspect that he has held on until now just to avoid having his greatest creation become a joke.”

(End of this chapter)