Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle

"..."

Nicolas Flamel looked very helpless. He was 665 years old and had osteoporosis. Even a slight bump could cause fractures and dislocations. Now his hands were held by this young man. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, he would not listen and there was nothing he could do to him.

When Melvin came back from seeing the guests off, he saw a scene where a young wizard, lacking martial ethics, attacked a 665-year-old wizard, while a 111-year-old wizard, morally corrupt, stood by and watched.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he stepped forward and pinched Wright, rescuing the old wizard.

"Mr. Flamel, long time no see."

"Hello, Professor Levent...?" Nicolas Flamel raised his head, his eyes gleaming with silver light.

Chapter 74: The Old Antique Riddler

The guests left the tavern and the house elves came in to clear the wine utensils. Wright sat on the chair and tried his best to go around Melvin to express his respect for three generations of Monk Stanley to Nicolas Flamel, but he was pressed on the chair and couldn't get up.

Melvin held Wright's shoulder with one hand and moved sideways to let the house-elf pass. The repair shop owner was so stubborn that it was a headache.

"Let me go!" Wright struggled hard, but was pinned down by one hand in front of the legendary alchemist, and Monkstanley was humiliated.

"I shouldn't have asked you to come." Melvin sighed.

"Why? I'm also a member of the Magic Mirror Club. I've devoted my heart and sweat to the Memory Mirror!" Wright said with a look of grief and indignation. "When they commissioned me to develop the Memory Mirror, they said I was a descendant of the Light Witch. Now that they don't need me, they say I'm redundant..."

"I didn't say you were redundant. I called you here today specifically to introduce you to Flamel. You see, I didn't even invite Bogin." Melvin was very helpless.

Wright gradually calmed down, but he still muttered stubbornly, "That's because a retired Auror is here today, so Borgin can't attend..."

"Then it would be even more inconvenient for you, the owner of a repair shop that deals in contraband, to attend." Melvin released his right hand.

This time, Wright's words and actions were not extreme. He expressed his respect for the legendary alchemist on behalf of the Monkstanley family. Nicolas Flamel shook hands with him politely and said that he had met his ancestor Levina. The two sides also had friendly exchanges. When the Hogwarts Express was being built, the Ministry of Magic wrote to consult and he had seen the design drawings of Wright's grandfather.

"When your grandfather was your age, his temper was even more explosive than yours..."

"..."

Wright was stunned by the power of time and stood there speechless.

"I know that your Monk Stanley family is proficient in Muggle skills and has been trying to integrate Muggle technology and alchemy for the past few hundred years. This is a remarkable achievement." Nicolas Flamel looked at his dull eyes, his tone distant and mysterious. "I am happy to communicate with you, but it is a bit inconvenient today. Albus and I have something to discuss. Is next Friday night possible?"

"Yes...yes." Wright replied, a little nervous.

"Then I cordially invite you to my home near Buckfast Abbey in Devonshire. Perenelle has learned a new British dish..."

"..."

Wright was so fooled by the old wizard that he lost his ability to think. When he left the room, his eyes were dull and his expression was dazed. His mind was full of only one thing -

The legendary alchemist invited himself to his home!

Melvin was really worried that the man would fall down the stairs and break his hands, feet, or ribs, but it didn't matter. The main thing was that it would affect the tavern's business. He walked him all the way down the stairs and watched him leave the block.

Melvin invited Wright to attend the meeting because he really intended to introduce him to Nicolas Flamel. After seeing Wright's embarrassing performance just now, he thought he had no chance, but he didn't expect the progress to be quite smooth.

When they returned to the room, the house elves had already put away the wine utensils and brought new drinks. The French fries were steaming hot from the pan, and the sunlight slanted in through the glass window. Melvin sat by the window without interrupting them.

Dumbledore was holding a glass of sweet and fragrant mead in his hand and was recounting in detail what had happened three days ago.

"The state of the ghost is very special."

The old headmaster with silver hair and a beard said, "The connection between Voldemort and Harry is closer and deeper than I expected. He himself didn't realize it. That night he killed James and Lily one after another. This cruel murder made his soul unstable. The rebounding Killing Curse destroyed his body and also tore his soul apart. One piece of it is attached to Harry's scar."

Nicolas Flamel frowned, a little surprised: "It's like-"

"Like Quirrell." Dumbledore glanced at Melvin beside him. "This situation is very special. I'm still observing the impact of the soul connection..."

Melvin ignored the old headmaster's gaze, leaning back in his chair to breathe slowly. Looking out the window, he saw a wet street. In Hogsmeade in February, the snow was melting.

Harry revealed his Parseltongue to the rope that day. This very rare ability is usually hereditary. According to records in the past thousand years, almost all Parseltongues are descendants of Salazar Slytherin. The Potter family has no related blood relatives for dozens of generations, but the Gaunt family's Parseltongue is famous.

The old headmaster had guessed about Harry's condition before, and now he realized that Harry was an accidentally formed Horcrux, a living Horcrux.

If all the Horcruxes cannot be completely destroyed, Voldemort will be immortal. If he wants to destroy the Horcruxes, he must kill Harry.

What a tricky moral dilemma.

The old principal is still trying to hide the fact and refuses to mention the Horcrux in front of him. He must be too anxious to sleep every night lately.

Melvin silently admired the scenery, finding it quite interesting.

"The ancient magic that Lily left behind is more powerful than I expected," Dumbledore said sadly. "Quirrel himself has no connection with Harry, but as the carrier of the spirit, the magic in his body was ignited when Harry touched him, and his soul and body were burned to ashes."

"A mother gave up her life to leave a talisman for her child. The love and sacrifice contained in this amulet is extremely powerful. This is something that dark wizards cannot understand. Unfortunately, the wizard who left this magic is dead, and the magic flowing in his blood is dissipating every moment."

Dumbledore nodded, picked up the mead on the table and took a sip. "So I sent Harry to live with his aunt. This would prevent him from being involved in the chaos of the wizarding world, and would also extend Lily's protection."

"A wizard is the source of magic. If the source dries up, even with the power of blood and kinship, it can only sustain him until he reaches adulthood. You don't want to see him killed at the age of seventeen, do you?"

"You're right."

Nicolas Flamel asked softly, "What do you think?"

"Voldemort saw with his own eyes that Quirrell's body and soul dissipated, and he realized that he could not touch or hurt Harry, something that he, the Dark Lord, could not tolerate.

"Ordinary dark wizards might use other powers to destroy their enemies, but Voldemort is different. He is too proud. He will not allow the enemy who caused him to lose his body to be killed by others, so he will definitely find a way to eliminate this protection."

The headmaster said softly, "But the protection Lily left behind is greater than the Dark Arts. The power of love is something Voldemort will never understand."

"The magic that flows in the blood can only be eliminated by blood of the same origin." Nicolas Flamel's eyes gleamed slightly, and he whispered, "Are you sure?"

"It's just speculation, but my speculations are usually pretty good."

"..."

The two riddlers spoke in a confusing and scattered manner, but Melvin still understood them.

The old headmaster has discovered that there is a fragment of Voldemort's soul attached to Harry's scar. To some extent, Harry has become Voldemort's living Horcrux. If you want to destroy Voldemort, you must destroy Harry.

Faced with this moral dilemma, the old headmaster found a way to keep Harry alive in just three days.

Previously, Dumbledore had been using the power of family affection to maintain the bloodline protection left by Lily, but this method could only last until she was 17 years old. After all, the aunt was just a Muggle and could not provide a steady stream of powerful magic, so the headmaster set his sights on Voldemort.

If this bloodline could flow in Voldemort's body, allowing the most powerful dark wizard in history to become a source of magic, the protection left by Lily would be able to grow again and never be cut off.

You know, this is an ancient magic that can even make one immune to the Killing Curse!

If the plan goes well, Harry and Voldemort will be transformed into a symbiotic state that has never appeared in the history of magic. Harry is Voldemort's Horcrux, and as long as Harry is not dead, Voldemort will not die. Voldemort is the source of Harry's protection, and as long as Voldemort is not dead, Harry will not die.

What conjugated eternal life!

Although Melvin knew the ending of the story a long time ago, he was not clear about the detailed process of destroying Voldemort, and it was not until now that he sorted it out.

After destroying the other Horcruxes, Voldemort will kill Harry once. The soul fragment that is parasitic in the scar will be destroyed, and Harry will be resurrected under the protection of the blood amulet. At that time, Voldemort will still be Harry's source of protection, but he will have lost all his Horcruxes.

When Voldemort attacks Harry, he is immune to his invincibility, and when Harry attacks Voldemort, he suffers... minimal damage.

The gap in strength could be made up later. In short, Harry was invincible at that time, and Voldemort's destruction was a foregone conclusion.

What a despicable old principal...

If nothing unexpected happened, this calculating and sinister wizard could live for at least two hundred years.

Melvin held the mead and tasted it silently, looking out the window. It was the time when the snow was thawing, and tender green weeds had already emerged from the cracks in the street floor.

He didn't say anything either, just sat there and listened.

The Riddler's way of communicating sounded difficult to understand, as the two old wizards' thoughts were jumping around, with one sentence still discussing ancient magic and the next, and even though they mentioned words like soul fragments and immortality, they still refused to explicitly mention Horcruxes.

I don't know whether I'm lying to him or to myself.

The two of them drank mead, Dumbledore occasionally tried the French fries, and Nicolas Flamel, who had never touched such crunchy food before, made an exception today and picked up a fries and sipped it slowly, chatting with each other.

I heard some secrets from them. Seven hundred years ago, before Nicolas Flamel was born, the despicable Hercules created a method to split the soul to maintain life, and he successfully tested it on himself.

Hercule himself is one of the origins of black magic. He is very powerful and invented the Horcrux to ensure his immortality. He is unscrupulous and does whatever he wants. In a short time, he became the public enemy of wizards all over the world.

There was no legendary wizard like Dumbledore in that era, and no one could defeat him head-on.

Many wizards believed that the world would fall under Helbo's rule, but no one could have imagined that Helbo would take his own life. The method and reason for his suicide are no longer verifiable, and later historians can only leave behind fragmentary and unfounded speculation in their books.

Death is such a wonderful and mysterious thing.

"That's it, Albus."

"Um……"

Dumbledore finished the mead in one gulp, a hint of sadness in his blue eyes.

Nicolas Flamel smiled, his wrinkles smoothed out, and he looked exceptionally kind. He put down his glass and said to Dumbledore, "Go back, Albus. I want to discuss drama with Professor Lewynter in the next period of time. Let's say goodbye here."

"Have fun on your adventures."

Dumbledore said softly and left the room quietly.

Melvin felt vaguely that their farewell was a little strange.

Perhaps it is because the two old wizards have lived too long. One stays in school all year round, and the other lives in seclusion, away from people and out of touch with the times. The way they get along is different from that of ordinary wizards, and their way of conversation is a little special. After all, one is a 111-year-old wizard and the other is a 665-year-old wizard.

Farewell to the old antique riddler, strange is normal.

Nicolas Flamel sipped his fries while speaking to Melvin, "The old wizard always suffers from insomnia, which makes him have wild thoughts. He experienced bad things when he was young, trusted the wrong people, and made wrong choices, so it's hard for him to completely trust others.

"When you get along with him in the future, don't be so reserved, don't be so respectful, and speak more directly... I'm over five hundred years older than him, and we chat like ordinary friends. He's only 111 years old, born only a few decades earlier than you. Why are you afraid of him?"

Melvin could refute more than a dozen wizards at the same time in the Inquisition, but now he didn't know how to respond.

"..."

"Last week, Albus wrote to me about what happened at school and sent me the Philosopher's Stone along with the letter. Perenelle and I went out to see a performance of The Merchant of Venice. When we got home, we decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone. Actually, I had this idea last year in New York. In the past few days, I prepared the elixir of immortality for the next two years. The Philosopher's Stone was destroyed last night."

Nicolas Flamel looked at him calmly, "So I'm meeting you this time to really discuss theatre and cinema."

The old wizard only has two years to live.

Melvin suddenly realized what he was saying and continued, "Rather than putting drama on the screen, I'd rather make a wizard movie."

"Movies..." Nicolas Flamel said with a nostalgic expression, "The first time I saw a moving Muggle film was 120 years ago. A British photographer used six electro-optical photographs of a horse to depict its movement. Perenelle found it very interesting at the time.

"Ten years later, a Muggle inventor in Yorkshire used a camera and paper film to film a garden. Coincidentally, the inventor was French, and I happened to know his son, so I saw the less than three-second film."

Melvin was already accustomed to this kind of wave from the long river of time and was very calm: "Muggle technology is developing very quickly. Now as long as the film is long enough, the movie will be long enough."

"Whether it's a play or a film, they all touch the heart with stories and images." Nicolas Flamel finally finished his fries and breathed a sigh of relief. "In my nearly 14 years of life, the scene that most moved me happened in the 1349th century, in ."

Chapter 75 Six Hundred Years Ago