Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Latest website: After seeing off the last guest, Clark picked up a cup of coffee and greeted Hermione to sit leisurely in the chair.

Like that, as if he was the owner of this outdoor coffee shop.

"Look, isn't there a place here?"

Hermione was speechless at his operation. It turned out that the so-called position was to drive away all the other guests.

"Hey!"

At this moment, a sigh sounded in Clark's ear, and the skinny old gentleman trembled, as if he would defraud 500,000 people at any time, walked to the opposite side of Clark and sat down.

"We are small businesses that don't make much money every day."

"If the famous alchemist Mr. Nicole Lemay cried poor, then the entire magic world would never find another poor man."

"Nicole LeMay!"

Listening to their conversation, Hermione exclaimed and almost jumped up.

The little old man who was as thin as a skeleton in front of him turned out to be the famous legendary alchemist-Nicole Lemay!

He even sells coffee in a street stall in France. Are the wizards in the French magic circle crazy?

Hermione couldn't believe it, but the old man smiled and said, "Hey, Dumbledore is really worrying, but I've never seen anything like you."

Following Nicole LeMay's words, Clark instantly felt that the endless crowds around him seemed to have left him at this moment.

No, those people didn't walk away, it was just that the distance between them and Clark and the others was increasing indefinitely...farther away...

It was as if the open-air cafe they were staying in had been cut out of the real world.

Clark took a deep look at the famous alchemist.

No magic fluctuations! No spellcasting spells! No wand waving either!

In an instant, a space magic was used, and there was no trace of fireworks when he moved his hands. Such strength is indeed an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.

Nicole LeMay noticed Clark's eyes and waved his hand indifferently.

"Don't worry, these are just little tricks. Old guy, I have no ability to release magic now. Even chatting with you alone, I have to rely on this stuff."

While speaking, Nicole LeMay turned his palm over, and Clark noticed the ruby ​​ring on the ring finger of his right hand at a glance.

Magic stone!

Clark took out a crystal clear crystal stone from his pocket, put it on the table in front of him, and handed over the card he just looked at.

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to hand over such a thing to you."

Nicole Lemay took the card and glanced at the crystal at the same time, "Your name is Clark, right? It's hard for you to run so far and bring this useless thing to me."

His voice was very light, and his speaking speed was also very slow. Sometimes he even had to rest for a long time after finishing a sentence, as if he would hang up at any time.

"But when he borrowed it, I told him he didn't have to pay it back, so I'll give this to you, my wife and I."

The old lady smiled at Clark and Hermione.

"Everything has been taken care of, and they are ready to meet death with peace of mind."

His tone was very calm, and the horror of death came out of his mouth, as if it was as common as getting up early to go out for a walk.

Clark has heard a lot of similar words on the Internet in his previous life, such as "When I get old, I will choose to die alone", and "It's good to be single, and I don't need my husband to take care of me when I get old, so I just euthanize me."

However, he knew that those were just a bunch of ignorant people talking in the virtual world, and when they got old, they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

But here at Nicole LeMay, Clark heard it, the great alchemist had really seen through death and looked down on everything.

Death to him was just another long journey.

"Then don't you plan to leave something for future generations before you leave?"

Clark didn't persuade him to live any longer. An old man who has lived for more than 600 years still needs education from a teenage boy like you.

So he began to reveal little by little the real purpose of his trip.

But Nicole Lemay, who heard this, glanced at Clark.

"That's a good feeling. All my things are left at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you like it, I'll talk to that little girl Olim and help you with the transfer procedures. Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is very welcome. Those gifted children, and there are many little witches in this school, are enthusiastic and unrestrained, and you will never be disappointed."

Having said that, Nicole Lemay winked mischievously at Clark. Of course, Clark's arm under the table, unsurprisingly, was hit by Hermione's "Nine Yin and White Bone Claw" again.

Clark shook his head in disbelief, "You keep saying that, and you're not afraid of Headmaster Dumbledore coming to you for theory. It's impossible to transfer schools, and it's impossible to transfer schools in this life. Hogwarts gives me the feeling It's like home, where everyone is talented and speaks nicely, I like it very much."

Nicole Lemay gave him a disappointed look, "That's such a pity, Dumbledore is too thoughtful, and he's not a scholar. I'm afraid he won't be able to teach you more."

That's what you can say, Clark groaned inwardly. However, he also knew that the law was not passed on lightly. Nicole Lemay was a French wizard after all. If he really taught all his knowledge to a young foreign wizard, he would be uneasy if he died.

But the Fa cannot be passed on lightly, but it is still possible to communicate.

Clark recalled that the knowledge obtained from the fragments of the godhead belonged to the [Psion]. Under the control of the mind, the psionic energy condensed into one invisible and intangible with the outline of the fingertips ~www.readwn.com~, Even the strange runes that did not exist in this world were submerged in the transparent magic stone with only an empty shell left.

With the gradual increase of those runes, words and words are combined with each other to form words, short sentences, long sentences, paragraphs, and finally densely packed into a spiritual chapter that looks like a beautiful flower pattern.

Nicole Lemay became serious for the first time. He looked at the transparent crystal in Clark's hand. The sunlight shone on it, reflecting colorful rays of light. The stone seemed to have undergone some inexplicable change, giving people a feeling of being alive, but upon closer inspection, nothing happened.

A spar alive?

If you look at it as an ordinary old wizard, you may think that you are old-fashioned. But as a former great alchemist, even now that he has lost his magic power, he is still keenly aware of the difference.

The method used by the young man in front of him is not magic!

In other words, it is not any extraordinary means known from his hundreds of years of experience.