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Chapter 528: Alchemy is difficult to get started with
As a wizard who knew little about alchemy, Andrew finally realized at this moment what kind of existence this old man in front of him, who looked a little too strong, was in the magic world.

In the magical world where knowledge and power are almost equivalent, the knowledge accumulated by this wizard who has lived for more than 800 years can crush people to death.

Like an island, it can allow living things to survive on its own and even encompasses a place of seamless expansion with air, sunlight, and water - no, this is not seamless expansion, it's simply a small biosphere!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flamel, this..."

Andrew took a deep breath. "But for something like this, how can it ensure the circulation of air? Is it limiting the ratio of life inside?"

Although Andrew's brain was frantically thinking about another terrible thing, he still wanted to figure out what was happening in front of him.

"Weather spell, Taylor."

Mr. Flamel said as a matter of course, "Using weather spells to simulate wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and then fixing it with alchemy, this is a very typical operation of an alchemist."

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"I knew it. The spells can't be left out... the weather spell, but I think I can use Transfiguration to imitate it. Anyway, spells and Transfiguration are highly interoperable..."

"No, Mr. Flamel, I mean that in the box, the air supplied to the creatures to breathe is not wind, rain, thunder and lightning, but air, the gas we breathe, which is composed of nitrogen, oxygen, carbon dioxide and some rare gases."

Andrew added the explanation, noting that Mr. Flamel looked a little confused.

"I've read about this, but I can't always put it into practice. Knowledge is not only a power, but also a burden. You know, the barriers in people's hearts caused by knowledge are more difficult to overcome than ignorance."

Mr. Flamel nodded at Andrew with a smile on his face. "Okay, air. Well, you have to understand the concept of alchemy. Well, everything in the world is made up of five substances: earth, fire, wind, water, and ether."

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Although he had doubts in his heart, Andrew still nodded.

"So, what is air? In traditional alchemy, air is considered to be water condensed by fire."

"Water condensed by fire?"

Andrew repeated it, feeling even more uncomfortable.

What is water condensed by fire?
But what if condensation is not condensation, fire is not fire, and water is not water?

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid it will take me a while to understand..."

"It's okay. I have the same understanding as you when reading Muggle knowledge. Don't look at that word and understand it as another technical means."

Mr. Flamel showed no impatience on his face. He found a chair and sat down habitually. "Don't use your understanding to understand them. Imagine that you are a person who has never been exposed to this knowledge and force yourself to accept it."

But this isn’t just difficult…

Andrew admitted that he relied entirely on his natural talent for Transfiguration - he could learn it at a glance, understand it after thinking about it, and succeed after practicing it once. This was his normal state in Transfiguration. Even for other subjects, he was just a little slow in association and learning. This was the first time he had encountered a situation that he couldn't understand.

'No, I can't remember it by rote. Let's convert it. Fortunately, there is a Chinese buffer. I will translate it...'

'The so-called air in alchemy is the combination of two basic particles in a special state, but due to the combination temperature and other factors, different components are produced. This is it for now... If it doesn't work, start over.'

This made it less difficult to accept, and Andrew nodded at Mr. Flamel.

"Very well, tell me what you understand by wind?"

"The movement of air creates wind."

"Why does the air flow?" Mr. Lemay looked at Andrew, with a smile on his face that was a little stronger than before.

"Because of the heat flow caused by the temperature difference, more precisely, the air needs to neutralize its own temperature and make them stable, but because of the imbalance of sunlight, the air almost never has a stable temperature."

There was nothing to hide about this kind of thing, so Andrew simply brought out the knowledge in his mind - there were plenty of these things in popular science books anyway, and they could be bought at any bookstore.

"Interesting, very interesting," Mr. Flamel laughed out loud, "You are more than qualified to be a professor of Muggle Studies, but you didn't choose Muggle Studies."

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There has to be time for that... The current elective courses and office affairs alone are busy enough, otherwise Andrew would actually like to see the Muggle world from the perspective of wizards.

"My schedule has too much room for that many classes, Mr. Flamel."

Andrew gave the answer, shaking his head.

"It doesn't matter. As long as the alchemy class has enough time, it will take longer than I thought, but I'm afraid the benefits will be much greater than I thought." Mr. Flamel took a book from a bookshelf on the side. "Whether it is one of us, I have a feeling that we may be able to push alchemy to another level."

"You overestimate me, Monsieur Flamel."

Andrew shook his head and sat down, "The knowledge I have is neither comprehensive nor profound enough. No matter where I am, I just read more knowledge."

"Who isn't? Albus wasn't a natural alchemist back then either - but his Transfiguration skills were better than yours."

Mr. Flamel placed the book on the table - the handwritten volume didn't even have a cover.

"But Albus had already graduated by then, and he didn't have the courage to compete with you..."

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I don't intend to be bombarded with shouting letters from the wizarding world - don't hurt me, Mr. Flamel!
Andrew shook his head again and didn't argue on the topic.

"Okay, let's put irrelevant things aside and start our discussion."

Mr. Flamel tapped the table. "The four elements and the ether. That sounds hard to understand, especially since you already have such a deep prejudice."

"Well, let's start with something attractive."

As Mr. Flamel spoke, he waved his wand and a piece of iron floated from a distance and landed on the table.

“And then, this.”

Mr. Flamel smiled, took out a small, inconspicuous stone from his pocket, and then lightly dropped the inconspicuous stone on the steel.

???

An outrageous idea suddenly popped up in Andrew’s mind.

What was even more outrageous was that in front of him, the steel began to gradually emit light, and then was slowly stained with bright gold in front of him.

"It's not the power of Transfiguration, I'm sure of that..."

Andrew didn't even blink, staring at the piece of steel - or rather, the mixture of iron and gold.

Yes, this thing is... the Philosopher's Stone!

(End of this chapter)