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"That's right. In fact, I also made some attempts on alchemical products to remove spells around the last century. If you need it, I can also give you some references." The old man nodded, and his bleached hair shook with his nod.

At the same time, Carl, who was fiddling with the manuscript, paused. He was confused by the words just now.

Wait...

"The last century? You... you old man?" Carl turned his little brain, and the answer was almost ready to come out.

Inexplicably long-lived, an alchemist who lived for so long...

"I thought Wade mentioned it to you? I am Nicolas Flamel." Nicolas Flamel said calmly. He was also experienced. After all, he had lived for hundreds of years, so he didn't continue to tease Carl and let his emotions continue to ride a roller coaster.

"The Philosopher's Stone? Mr. Nicolas Flamel who has lived for hundreds of years?" Carl's CPU just turned around. Why didn't Professor Baburin say it earlier?

Is Nicolas Flamel a cabbage now? Why does everyone seem to know him?

But it is true. The lady's hand bones look very fragile. She has not had much contact with people, and most of her movements are done through the wand.

Even the bones of an old man should not be so fragile.

Thinking about it carefully, the old man's walking movements just now are also a little weird and familiar. The weirdness is naturally the incoordination of the skeleton, and the familiarity is naturally that Carl has seen this familiar movement in the movie.

"Don't be so nervous, Carl. Just treat me as an ordinary old man with some knowledge. I'm no different.", The top Versailles is like this. You are no different. Can you look at your name and say it again?

But Nicolas Flamel certainly didn't know what Carl was thinking, because he lowered his head to pick up the manuscript he had just written. He picked up a few things he had just written and painted, and he sorted them out and handed them to Carl naturally.

"Oh!", Carl's eyes lit up like a cat seeing chicken, and it was very fast.

"Teacher, are these for me?", Carl took the manuscript handed over by the old man, and he was almost happy to take off. His alchemical feasibility plan almost immediately flew a dimension.

From the Stone Age directly to the Iron Age.

"Of course, but you remember to go through it yourself, preferably by copying and imitating. That's how I started. I have to say that these are very useful for novices." Nicolas Flamel wanted to give this young genius some advice within the scope of his help, so that he could avoid some detours.

"Of course I will, thank you." Carl took the manuscript and smiled happily. These things are really useful to him now. It's wonderful.

"Oh, by the way, if you have other questions about alchemy, you can also send me a letter, I will be happy to answer you." This is not just for Carl, the younger generation, their jumping minds are probably different from these old men, which will bring him some inspiration.

Nicolas Flamel handed an envelope to Carl. Carl took the envelope and carefully put the letter and the manuscript away. He planned to put these precious manuscripts in his small suitcase later and frame them when he got home.

In the future, he would not need to worship Severus for potions, but Nicolas Flamel directly, even if his major might not be related.

"Oh, Carl, dear, did you guys discuss well?" Carl now knew that this lady was probably Nicolas Flamel's wife, Perenelle.

He still remembered this information very clearly.

"Almost, a very clever child, not tiring to take care of." Nicolas Flamel still recognized Carl's talent. Although his talent was not as good as Albus and him when they were young, his most important point was his inexplicable intuition and active thinking.

He was often anxious when dealing with things, which led to deformation of the operation.

However, this was also a disadvantage of active thinking, which was normal. If he could change it, his achievements should be able to reach a higher level.

"What shall we eat tonight? Wade likes apple pie. In fact, we all like it. How about I prepare some for dessert?" Perenelle said while teasing the cat.

"Oh, of course. We can also make some braised meat or lamb chops." Nicolas Flamel did not have the laziness he had towards others when talking to his wife. Instead, he was very caring and tolerant.

Of course, he could see that his wife also wanted to eat some apple pie.

"Although we don't eat much, the children will like it." Perenelle smiled. She also had a very deep affection for her husband. That kind of love was melted into the bones. UsuallyThings that you can't see by looking.

The book also said that Nicolas Flamel and Madame Perenelle have been a very happy couple for six hundred years. Carl recognized and yearned for this feeling.

Just like Cece, although she likes to abuse and play with her son, she is always gentle and sweet to Leah, even after more than ten years.

It is a very happy thing.

"Then I'll go call Wade first. He is always like this. As long as he is not interrupted by others when reading, he will never stop by himself." Perenelle said, and Nicolas Flamel nodded.

"Huh? He won't stop by himself." Carl was a little doubtful, whether it was a bit exaggerated. In school, Professor Baburin is a very measured type.

"Oh, that's because there are no books that he likes, or he has read them all. When he was young decades ago, he often read for a long time until he was hungry and fainted before stopping." Perenelle remembered that Baburin at this time period was still a little kind.

After all, Baburin was only a little older than Carl now, and was a child to them.

"Oh and...", at this point, Perenelle began to get close to Carl's ear and told a little about Baburin's interesting stories when he was young.

"Wow, Professor Baburin would be like that? He disappeared inexplicably for three days at school...", Carl opened his mouth wide, a little unbelievable, after all, Professor Baburin has always been a reserved, elegant and somewhat arrogant person in his eyes.

"Yes, later I found out that it was because I just asked for a very important book on runes from the professor, so I studied in the corner of the library for three consecutive days, and finally fainted and was seen by a passing student. This was told to me by Albus." Perenelle laughed after she finished speaking.

"I can already imagine the student's psychological activities at that time...", Carl said, seeing a dead person lying in the corner for no reason, the scene must be quite terrifying.

Perenelle is really an interesting old lady. It is a very good thing to live so long and always maintain an optimistic attitude.

"Okay, I'm going to call Weed now. Carl, do you want to eat anything? Although I may not be able to cook it even if you tell me, please forgive me, my cooking skills have never been very good." Perenel said as she walked up the stairs.

"Nothing, just prepare whatever you want, thank you very much." Carl didn't care. To him, all kinds of European dishes seemed to be the same.

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Carl's few days were very fulfilling. Although young people's thinking is definitely different from that of the elderly, there will be a slight generation gap, but in terms of professional knowledge, having a good teacher to guide is simply smooth sailing.

"Carl, aren't you packing too much?" Baburin watched Carl struggling with a pile of manuscripts.

Originally, they were going to leave in the morning, but Mrs. Perenel enthusiastically invited them to say goodbye after lunch.

Carl compressed the suitcase tightly with his body, and he was holding a few clothes in his hands, which he had just taken out of the suitcase.

Because Leah only prepared an ordinary box for him, the capacity was very limited, and Carl had a hard time.

"Maybe Carl, you can separate some manuscripts a little bit, and then..." Baburin gave Carl a reasonable solution.

But Carl was completely unwilling to release them. He had actually asked 0025 to scan a lot of simple manuscripts, but there were also many manuscripts drawn by Nicolas Flamel in the past few days.

These precious master manuscripts must all be taken back!

Nicolas Flamel even stuffed a few books into him. Carl really wanted to take them all away. He should have brought the box with the extension spell from the school earlier.

"It's okay, professor, look at me, I have a very deep understanding of packing things." That is, great strength makes miracles. Carl pounced and successfully closed the box. Even though the box was bulging and felt like it was going to explode in the next second, it had to be closed, wasn't it?

"Look, isn't it done?" Carl was holding the suitcase that was about to explode. He should be able to hold out until he got home and sorted it out. After all, it only took a short while.

But Baburin was worried. The suitcase didn't look like it was done, although he could cast a simple extension spell on Carl's suitcase.

But they were already at the alchemist's house. For the sake of the young elementary school student, Baburin decided to ignore it for the time being.

There was a knock on the door. It was probably Nicolas Flamel or Perenelf."Come in," Baburin said.

"Oh, by the way, Carl, I think the ring you talked about yesterday is feasible..." Nicolas Flamel walked in from outside the room. He took another stack of papers, which looked very thick, and added an old notebook. Carl was not sure if he could continue to stuff a stack of pages into the box.

The next second after thinking this, Carl's box, which had already stabilized, exploded at a rapid speed. Papers full of handwriting flew out of the box, almost covering the entire room.

Looking at the mess in the room, Carl held his forehead with one hand, and then continued to get ready. His mentality was not broken at all, really not broken at all. "It doesn't matter, give me three minutes, I will definitely be able to put it back together." Carl forced a smile.

"It seems that I didn't think it through. Yes, it's hard for you to take so many things back." Nicolas Flamel nodded, watching Carl holding clothes in his left hand and books and manuscripts in his right hand, and then carrying a suitcase to try to fight again.

I have to say that this scene is also funny. It's good to be young, especially such lively children. It makes people feel much better when they see them.

"Wait for me a moment, Carl, I'll find you something to put some things in, don't embarrass your poor little suitcase." Nicolas Flamel smiled, and then suddenly remembered the manuscript in his hand, "Oh, by the way, this is what you asked me yesterday. I sorted it out a little bit, and found some notes I sorted out when I was young. Fortunately, I can still find it."

Carl hurriedly put away the things Nicolas Flamel handed over. Facing the pile of paper materials that had been added, Carl carefully put them away bit by bit. If they were piled up a little more, they would be taller than his height.

I really don't know if this is an insult to the manuscript or an insult to his height.

After a while, Nicolas Flamel came over with a book cover with a very retro cover. There was no decoration on the cover, only a layer of gold-plated lace, made of cowhide, tied with a cowhide rope and tied with a knot.

It is called a book cover, but in fact it is more like a container for books, used to decorate beautiful waste.

But the probability of Nicolas Flamel taking out beautiful waste is probably zero, but I don’t know what it is for. He said he would take one that can hold some things, probably this one, should it be added with the infinite extension spell?

"This is for you, as a belated gift from the elder to the younger generation." Nicolas Flamel put the book cover in Carl's hand. Carl weighed the weight of the book cover slightly. It was very light, probably only as heavy as a book, a little bit heavy, just right.

Carl felt that it would be perfect if he used it to turn books.

Carl untied the leather rope, and there was an ordinary space inside the book cover. Carl glanced at Nicolas Flamel, and then tried to put the manuscript in. After putting it in, the magical scene that Carl imagined did not appear. It was just such a thick plate of manuscripts, and after putting it in again, there was actually a space with the same thickness as before.

He put it in several times, but each time the manuscript would reserve a similar space thickness, until Carl put all the manuscripts that were almost as tall as him in, and the reserved space was still the same.

When he picked it up, the weight did not become lighter. The Infinite Extension Spell is easy to use, but it is a little inconvenient to find things. I had to take it out and sort it out when I went back.

The more important ones should be bound specially, otherwise it is really hard to find. Just when Carl was thinking about this, he casually looked at the paper under the cover, but found.

"Hey, this is the first one I put in just now, isn't it?"