From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 157 Alchemist's House
"What an amazing Patronus!" Nicolas Flamel exclaimed. "I am beginning to believe that he is your collaborator."

As soon as the battle between Ivy and the Phantom of the Opera began, the two old wizards, who were over 700 years old in total, sensed the magical confrontation taking place under the opera house.

Then, with Nicolas Flamel sighing reluctantly, they Apparated together to the underground of the opera house, and Dumbledore was the one being carried. Because he had never been to the underground space of the Opera Garnier, which was full of secret passages, it would be no fun if he got stuck in the wall while Apparating. Nicolas Flamel, who was keen on opera performances, had explored the underground space of the Opera Garnier more than once and was very familiar with the layout here.

Because of this, they were able to quickly find Ivy and Furong, just in time to witness Ivy's golden dragon patronus.

"I didn't expect there really is a Phantom of the Opera..." Nicolas Flamel stroked his goatee with a puzzled look on his face. "This is really strange. I have come here many times for adventures and even fished in the underground lake. How come I have never encountered the Phantom of the Opera?"

No one answered Nico's question because Dumbledore, like Ivy, was entering the building for the first time.

Fortunately, Nico didn't expect Dumbledore to be able to answer. He took a step forward and prepared to ask Ivy about the Phantom of the Opera.

A big hand held him, and Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's not time for us to come on stage yet, old friend. What will the hero and heroine in the opera do after overcoming difficulties?"

"Oh!" Nicolas Flamel nodded in sudden realization and gave a thumbs-up in admiration, "You really understand! Albus!"

Then they all saw Fleur pounce on Ivy.

"Oh! What a passionate kiss! Although I didn't see the ending of the musical, it was also good to see the ending of The Phantom of the Opera." Nicolas Flamel sighed, "I feel a lot younger. Maybe Perenelle will be willing to give me a kiss when I go home?"

"Who is it!" Ivy's voice came from the secret room. He heard the conversation coming from the door.

"It's us!" Nicolas Flamel clapped his hands. "Thank you for the great show, Ivy!"

"Oh! That's! Nicolas Flamel!" Fleur exclaimed as the two groups approached, but she soon realized that this seemed impolite, "Forgive me... I mean, President Flamel..."

"It's summer vacation now, Miss Delacour, relax!" Nico said with a smile.

"Do you know me?" Fleur's face flushed and she looked very excited. Ivy was very familiar with this expression. When he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, if he praised a little witch, they would have this shy and proud expression on their faces.

"Little Maxime mentioned you to me. She's the headmaster now... I should call her Madam." Nico explained, and Ivy knew that the 'little Maxime' he was talking about was the headmaster of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, a half-giant.

Because Nicolas Flamel was born in Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, after successfully making the Philosopher's Stone, he donated a lot of gold to his alma mater. Fortunately, he was French, if he was in Britain, he would be breaking the law. Because Britain has a legal clause against alchemists: it is not allowed to turn any metal into gold.

But the outlaw Ivy is not so lucky. He has used the Philosopher's Stone to make gold several times in the Chamber of Secrets under Hogwarts. But compared with other laws he has violated, turning metal into gold is probably the lightest. After all, it can only be regarded as a... financial crime? In a capitalist society, the upper limit of financial crimes is just imprisonment, and even parole.

"I... I didn't expect to see you here in person!" Furong still had that excited expression, "You look good!"

"Yes, I always look pretty good." Nico curled his lips, "Let me introduce you, Miss Delacour. The tall wizard next to me is Dumbledore. Yes, the famous Dumbledore. Dumbledore, this is Miss Delacour."

"Nice to meet you," Dumbledore said softly, extending his hand to shake Fleur's. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Delacour."

"I am Professor Dumbledore." Fleur pulled her sister out from behind her, "Gabrielle, come and say hello to the two professors."

"Hello, two old men with white beards!" the little girl called out crisply.

"Hahahaha..." The two old naughty boys laughed out loud together at Furong's embarrassed expression.

"This isn't a good place to talk." Ivy interrupted the two old men's laughter, "Let's go back to the ground. Is the musical over?"

"I agree with this. The air here is really not good for my health." Nico waved his hand in front of his nose, and then called out, "Come on, come on, gather together. I have never appeared with so many people."

The wizards, young and old, present held hands together, and after a dizzying moment, Ivy felt a great deal of pressure on his body, as if he was being squeezed out of a tin tube like toothpaste.

"You really kept it from me, Ivy." Before he could recover, Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Wait a moment..." Ivy raised a hand to signal him to pause.

One hundred years ago, when he fought the goblins at Hogwarts, he had experienced the feeling of Apparition many times, but he still couldn't get used to it. Maybe it was the same as a person who gets carsick won't get carsick when driving. Once he learns this spell, maybe the situation will get better.

Ivy thought he was asking about the Patronus Charm, a spell that the wizarding community had always believed could only be cast by wizards with pure hearts. Perhaps Dumbledore had developed a strange filter for him because of this.

"Dumbledore is right," Nico chimed in, "We didn't expect you to speak French so well!"

"French?" Dumbledore looked at Nico in surprise. "You are really getting old and confused. Ivy was clearly speaking English!"

"This is the power of magic." Fleur interrupted the topic. Seeing that the two old wizards were looking at her, she shrugged her shoulders, imitating Ivy's expression. "Anyway, that's what he told me."

"I am proficient in languages and can make everyone who tries to communicate with me understand each other's language within an hour." Ivy recovered a little, straightened up, and began to look around.

They were obviously in a busy square, with the Garnier Opera House standing behind them. The musical must have just ended, and many audience members were humming the melody of the music while walking home. The moon was at its zenith, and it was time for the French to start their nightlife.

"This is really practical magic. You often use spells that I don't understand." Dumbledore shook his head thoughtfully, "Including the Patronus Charm just now."

"It's amazing! I've never seen a golden patronus before! Not to mention it's a fire dragon! The only two remaining wizards in Europe who possess patronus of magical creatures are standing next to me!" Nicolas Flamel exclaimed, "You are undoubtedly a genius, Ivy, I'm a little jealous of your talent." Ivy was very pleased, but he still had a nonchalant expression on his face. If he was going to pretend, he had to pretend to the end.

"Mom! Dad!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Gabrielle running towards two figures in the crowd, one of whom had long silver hair just like the Fleur sisters.

"Sorry! Professors, I have to go." Fleur looked in the direction where Gabrielle ran away for a while, biting her lip and said.

"Go ahead, go ahead." Nico waved his hand, "Your parents must be very worried."

"To your health, Professor Flamel, and to you, Professor Dumbledore." Fleur bowed and hurried away.

The elf with long silver hair turned back after walking a few steps, leaned over to Ivy's ear and whispered, "Remember to write to me when you get back, Mr. Doom. The owl will find me. By the way, I will try my best to learn English well."

Furong left with a refreshing laugh.

This girl actually wants to learn a foreign language. Look at the world we live in.

"Fleur! Where on earth did you take Gabrielle? You have no idea how worried your father and I are!" Following the night wind, the conversation of the Delacour family could be heard from the crowd.

"Mom! We've met Nicolas Flamel!" Fleur tried to divert her mother's attention.

"Really? Where is it?" Her father was attracted by the success.

"The one standing next to the tall man is him. He and Professor Dumbledore are here to watch the musical." Fleur pointed in the direction slightly, then stopped her father who was trying to tiptoe to look for him. "Don't make too much noise, Dad. Think about how many people have tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone. Mr. Flamel would definitely not want us to disturb them..."

"Oh! You're right... what a pity... there aren't many opportunities to meet two legendary wizards at the same time..." Mr. Delacour muttered regretfully, and then the family's voices gradually faded away.

Ivy looked away, glared at the two old wizards with teasing smiles on their faces, and said, "Where do we go now?"

"You have to Apparate again. Do you have to be mentally prepared?" Nico put his hand on Ivy's arm and pulled Dumbledore's sleeve with his other hand. "Even if I put the Philosopher's Stone in Gringotts in the UK, there are still people trying to break into my house, so I moved again, Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, showing his understanding. He explained to Ivy, "Thieves and dark wizards visit Nico's home almost once every two weeks. It was even more outrageous before he gave the Philosopher's Stone to me for safekeeping."

First the world was spinning, then it was like squeezing toothpaste. Ivy took a deep breath and tried not to spit it out. Now he could only pray that things would get better after learning this spell.

After calming his churning stomach, Ivy opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding scenery. It seemed to be a secluded park with many lights reflected on the surrounding Muggle buildings. They were not in the French wizarding society.

"This way!" Nico was already leading the way. The feeling of going home made his body feel a lot lighter, and those fragile bones no longer seemed to hinder his movement.

So the three of them walked through a lawn, some waist-high bushes, and finally stopped under two plane trees. In fact, these plane trees are called English plane trees in France. They were cultivated by the British in the 17th century after they brought European plane trees to America. In the past three hundred years, they have become the main street trees in European cities. Later, the French brought them to Shanghai, so they were named French plane trees.

"A tent?" Ivy raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the richest man in the world would live in a tent, just like a homeless person in the park.

"Yes, Perenelle and I are preparing for a trip around the world! This is our home now." Nico introduced happily, and then was the first to get into the tent.

It was indeed a drill, because the tent was not even half as tall as Ivy, and was just like two pieces of rags held up by a wooden stick.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up!" Nico's voice also emerged from the tent along with his old hand.

Dumbledore squatted down and crawled in very ungracefully. He was the tallest and also the most aggrieved one.

Ivy sighed and followed the principal.

There was indeed a different world inside the tent. This was something Ivy had expected. After all, during the Quidditch World Cup, the Weasley family's ordinary tent could accommodate more than a dozen people, not to mention the only alchemist in the world who could create the Philosopher's Stone.

The rags and sticks at the entrance were just a decoy. Ivy saw the sunshine and blue sky again inside the tent, followed by a pastoral landscape with green grass.

At the end of the slate-paved path is Nicolas Flamel's home, a small farmhouse surrounded by a white wooden fence. Ivy even saw a rooster on the roof.

"Welcome to the Alchemist's House! Everyone who enters here is an alchemist!" Nico introduced Dumbledore and Ivy.

Nicolas Flamel was a natural, and Dumbledore also collaborated with him on alchemy research, which was clearly written on the chocolate frog picture. But Ivy didn't remember being an alchemist.

But before he could even ask his question, Nico cleared it up for him: "I heard from Dumbledore that you created a crystal that can cast giant fireballs and even rotate around itself. There is no doubt that you are an alchemist."

The wooden door of the country villa opened, and an equally old lady walked out. When she saw Dumbledore, she shouted, "How long has it been since we last met? Albus? Oh! Who is this handsome guy?"

"Hey!" cried Nicolas Flamel, indignantly, "isn't it your duty to greet your husband with a kiss?"

Perenelle looked at Nico in horror, but finally did as she was told. After the kiss, her face was flushed, and she left in a hurry, saying "I'll go cook for you" without even having time to listen to Nico introduce Ivy.

(End of this chapter)