"John, do you know that the Talisman Horse's feathers have been losing their feathers recently?"
Ms. Maxim has been very sad recently. Something happened to her magic horse.
I don’t know whether it’s because of fighting for a mate or because of depression, but the magic horse is losing hair like crazy.
It was not obvious at first, but now it is visible to the naked eye that the wings and mane of the rune horse are bald.
Not even single malt whiskey can make the Talisman happy.
Fleur fixed her suspicious eyes on John, who had behaved well since his arrival.
Although there was no evidence, the woman's intuition told her that John Wick had something to do with this matter.
"Rune horses? You mean those huge horses?"
John looked surprised and surprised, and said: "I don't know, I have been studying books on alchemy recently."
As he spoke, John also took out his book list.
The above are all documents about alchemy. As a magic school with a history of seven hundred years, the things recorded in it are no less than Hogwarts.
Even because of the alchemy master Nico Flamel, there are a lot of alchemy documents here, which seems to be more than Hogwarts.
Of course, the book written by Nico Flamel is indispensable, and the content in it has benefited John a lot.
"Yeah?"
Fleur was a little hesitant. When she saw the book list, she thought there was nothing wrong with John, but she always felt it was weird.
Suspicious, Furong left.
Shortly after she left, John waited for nearly an hour before coming out of the library.
He returned the books one by one and rubbed his tired temples.
He did not use Xueba 2.0 because this thing needs to be used when it is more needed.
For example, when he entered Nico Flamel's alchemy room.
Yes, Nico Flamel’s alchemy room.
According to the clues provided by Dumbledore, John used the most primitive method to hammer and hammer near the Flamel couple's fountain for several nights.
Finally, I found the entrance to the secret room at the mouth of the fountain.
It was an alchemy room, which contained a large number of alchemy-related notes and materials.
One of the diary-like things told him that the owner of this room was the famous Nico Flamel.
This is the room that Nico Flamel left when he was a student at Beauxbatons, and all the notes in it were written by his own hand.
John was hungry in this treasure-like room. Although the young Nico Flamel seemed immature in some places, he was just right for some young wizards who were just dabbling in alchemy.
Apart from the notes, the biggest surprise was the diary.
John took out a quill, filled the tip with ink and wrote in the diary.
"Dear Nico, there are some things I don't understand about alchemy, and I hope you can give me answers."
After writing this line, John continued to write about the difficulties he encountered.
After writing, it was as if there was an invisible pen writing under the line of handwriting.
Beautiful fonts appear out of thin air on the diary.
"Of course, dear John, the answer to your question may be found in the seventh notebook from the left on the third row of the bookshelf. I hope it will be helpful to you."
After John saw the writing, he quickly stood up and went to the bookshelf.
In the seventh notebook from the left in the third row, he found notes on how to sublimate and refine a substance.
This made John happy, and he did not forget to reply a letter of thanks in his diary.
"Thank you Nico, you did me a big favor."
"You are welcome."
Writings appeared on the diary, and this was John's most surprising discovery.
An extremely magical diary, which can also be called "Nico's Encyclopedia".
This is a book produced by Nico Flamel, which records his alchemical experience. It is equivalent to an intelligent index on the bookshelf.
There are actually things that can maintain the emotional character of the original owner, such as the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts.
They may not have great functions, but they can retain some of the character and wisdom of the portrait owner.
And "Nicol's Encyclopedia" is far beyond the existence of portraits. John even feels that Nico Flamel lives in it.
But reason told him that this was impossible.
With this book and a room full of books, John's alchemy at Beauxbatons improved by leaps and bounds.
He even used the feathers of the rune horse to create a pair of shoes that could fly. This thing was slightly slower than the flying broomstick, but its flexibility was greatly increased.
It also successfully added a permanent directional magic to the badges. No matter where they are, these nine badges will point to other badges.
Like the stars that guard the moon, they point the way to each other.
John plans to remove his own badge and give the remaining eight to others.
If you want to become the next Dumbledore, you can't do it alone.
Even Dumbledore did not fight alone. He also had the Order of the Phoenix, the huge Hogwarts behind him, and the connections in Hogwarts that accounted for half of the country.
John needs a relationship to consolidate his status, and the maintenance of the relationship requires the help of badges.
He wants to form a club, or have a team that can take orders from him.
He already has a candidate for one of the destinations for the badge.
connections.
This is the most scarce thing for John at the moment. He comes from a Muggle family. He does not have the unique blood family tree of a pure-blood family, nor does he have the nepotistic relationship of his parents and classmates from a mixed-blood wizarding family.
What he can do is try to surround himself with strong people.
This strong man could be a genius wizard, or the second generation of a family with a profound background, or he could have the character of never betraying his friends.
John stayed in the alchemy room until dawn. He returned to his dormitory to sleep for two hours before dawn.
It was during the holidays and no one cared if he was slacking off.
Some people even felt that without the black-haired boy, the surroundings always felt a little quiet.
...
"John, maybe we can go take a look. That's the Quidditch World Cup group stage."
After a month of getting along, Fleur became more and more familiar with John.
Although he was three years older than John, Fleur didn't think the black-haired boy was a child.
John behaves like her peers in every move, and even behaves more maturely than the boys in her grade.
"Is it the Quidditch World Cup group match? You can go and see it."
John flicked his wand and the books on the table flew back to the bookshelf automatically.
He didn't expect Fleur to be a Quidditch fan, which was not surprising, after all, who doesn't like Quidditch.
The Quidditch World Cup is held every four years. Within 12 months after the last final, any country can form a team to register.
The last class was in 1990, and John had not yet entered school at that time.
There are still two years to go until the next edition, and the group stage is already in full swing.
"You said the group stage is in Bulgaria, so how are we going to get there?"
After John finished speaking, he saw Fleur smile beautifully.
"I know a place with a portkey that will get us to Bulgaria for only three galleons."
It has to be said that wizards are much more convenient to travel than Muggles. With only a door key, the whole family can travel around the world in a short time.
John was also curious about the portkey, so after hearing this, he immediately agreed.
Fleur cheered, and her long silver hair hit John's cheek. Like a happy little girl, she said excitedly: "I have long wanted to try traveling without adults."
The girl's lively look made John think that she might become a good friend with a Gryffindor student.
The two of them didn't need to bring anything with them, so they came to the hiding place in Paris via Floo.
The Hidden Place is the equivalent of Diagon Alley, the wizarding shopping district.
Under the leadership of Furong, they turned around and finally found the door key in an alley in the corner of a square in the hiding place.
The owner of the portkey is a man wearing a fisherman's hat and a sloppy brown trench coat.
He was unkempt and unkempt, and he burped from time to time. The strong smell of wine made people suspect that he fell into a wine barrel and slept all night.
John quietly approached Fleur and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure he is reliable and will not throw us into the deep mountains and forests?"
Furong was also a little unsure, and she said with a guilty conscience: "Probably, maybe, probably, no?"
