I Wield a Sword at Hogwarts

He knocked at the door, but no one answered.

Just when John was thinking about whether he should sneak in, the closed door suddenly opened.

The trembling old man looked thin and his hair was already silvery white. He looked surprised when he saw John.

"You are finally here. Please come in and have a cup of tea. I remember the tea is placed in the cabinet."

As the old man spoke, he opened the door and let John in. He was talking to himself, like an old man with a poor memory.

"Please wait a moment, I still need to find a book."

John walked in and saw a lot of things around him.

There are many silver utensils placed on the table, some look like tweezers, and some look like silver chopsticks.

John sat inside, and the teapot on the side jumped out by itself. The tea can opened and tea leaves flew out and jumped in.

The teapot shook its round body, and a stream of water appeared out of thin air from inside.

As the teapot shakes, the water and tea leaves inside change, and a pot of freshly brewed black tea is completed.

John was very surprised to see this teapot full of traces of alchemy.

The old man seemed to be rummaging for something there, and books were placed on the ground or on the table.

Then he put them all into a handbag.

Although there are so many books in it, the handbag has not changed at all.

John knew that it was using the Traceless Stretching Charm.

After finishing everything, the old man stood satisfied for a while before coming over.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. These things have been stored for so long that sometimes I can't even remember where I put them."

The old man stretched out his hand to shake John's hand. John looked at his trembling appearance and touched him gently.

As soon as they touched it, the old man's hand was as fragile as a cookie that had been left out for a long time, causing the old man to cry out in pain.

John was so frightened that he thought he had struck too hard.

"It's okay." The old man looked at John's worried expression and said, "Hello John Wick, my name is Nico Flamel."

Nico Flamel, whom John had always longed for, appeared in front of him.

He didn't look good, at least from John's point of view, this body was already on the verge of being broken.

"Originally, I should have taught you personally, but the events of this year have delayed me for a long time. However, my diary tells me that you are very talented."

Nico Flamel handed the handbag containing all the books to John with a smile on his face.

The diary was made by him personally. Not only did it have the projection of young Nico, but it could also communicate remotely with Nico Flamel.

These books were given to John by Nico Flamel, and they contain some of the notes and insights he left behind after he became immortal.

John pondered for a moment and said, "Is it because of the Philosopher's Stone?"

He is not a fool. Nico Flamel seems to be giving his last words now.

Judging from Dumbledore's announcement of the destruction of the Sorcerer's Stone, Nico Flamel should be ending his immortality.

Nico Flamel shook his head and said with a smile: "Child, everyone will die. If it weren't for your appearance, the Sorcerer's Stone would have been destroyed in June."

He is indeed going to die, and the elixir left behind is only enough to last for this year.

This great alchemy legend who has lived for 665 years is about to end his long life. If John hadn't appeared, he might not have had the idea of ​​accepting a student.

Through Dumbledore's introduction and the feedback from the diary, he felt that John was the most suitable person for his inheritance.

John was a little disappointed. He thought he had finally found a teacher who could teach alchemy. Unexpectedly, he met and parted immediately.

This is the former home of Nico Flamel, who was supposed to live in seclusion in Devon until his death.

After accepting the handbag, John's heart became heavier and heavier.

"Teacher, who is that person outside?"

Thinking of the man he met today, John asked his question.

Nico Flamel smiled after hearing this title. Although they had just met, they felt like teachers and students who had known each other for a long time.

"That one is a Death Eater. Even if Voldemort is defeated, he is still spying on his next rebirth."

At the mention of that name, Nico Flamel's expression turned solemn.

This old man had experienced two eras of Dark Lords, and he knew very well that Voldemort's desire for immortality could be described as pathological.

Even now, twelve years after his fall, his followers are still looking for Nico Flamel in order to resurrect their master.

Nico Flamel was temporarily separated from his wife. In order to teach John, a student, he returned to his former residence.

John also lived with the teacher during the remaining vacation time.

He greedily absorbed the knowledge of alchemy. The old man's erudition was not limited to one field. He had a master-level understanding of runes, magic spells, and magical animals.

As time passed day by day, John was like a sponge, absorbing everything.

Nico Flamel was very satisfied with this student. Alchemy requires talent and perseverance and pursuit of knowledge that never fades.

John has both of these points, and he sees a shadow of his own past in this student.

The same pursuit of alchemy and thirst for knowledge.

The Philosopher's Stone on John was destroyed.

With the only man in the world who has refined the Philosopher's Stone by his side, John doesn't feel it's a pity.

When there was not much time left, John knew it was time to say goodbye.

"John, you are the most talented student I have ever seen."

Nico Flamel is leaving, and he wants to be with his wife in her last days.

But teaching a student like John also gave him a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. "The exploration on the road of alchemy will never stop. The Philosopher's Stone is not your end but your starting point."

He has taught John the refining method of the Philosopher's Stone. Standing on the shoulders of giants, John naturally sees higher, and Nico Flamel also has higher expectations for him.

By the time John became a new generation of alchemical giants, it was a pity that Nico Flamel was long gone.

John hugged the teacher, his movements gentle and full of reluctance.

Nico Flamel was very open-minded. He was not afraid of death. On the contrary, death to him was like working for a long time and finally having a place to lie down and sleep.

With the departure of Nico Flamel, it means that John's trip in France has come to an end.

John went to Beauxbatons and took out the diary.

Fleur was very reluctant to leave John, this was one of the few friends she had.

"Fleur, we will meet again, maybe not at Beauxbatons, but at Hogwarts."

John grinned. He remembered that there seemed to be a plot in which several schools competed.

Beauxbatons is one of them.

It is not impossible for Fleur to appear as a student of Beauxbatons.

He handed a badge to Fleur.

Fleur said reluctantly: "Remember to write to me. Your owl is a little fat. Let it exercise more."

The despised Basil was innocently shot.

Of course, John agreed simply and neatly. After the two said goodbye, John came to the hiding place and wandered around the square. He finally found the drunkard selling the portal.

After John left, the drunkard was hung on the statue and his wand was thrown into the ditch.

"Let you trick me!"

John had to retaliate. He was cheated out of three galleons, so John hung the drunkard on it for three days.

Chapter 43 Dursley and Scare

"John, you're back. Your mother has been in a bad mood these days."

John returned home after a month away from home. Watson was happy to see him back at first, and then looked at the kitchen cautiously.

"You didn't do what you promised your mother, but my father knows that you must have been delayed by other things."

Although Watson usually looks like a grown-up child, he is never confused about important matters.

To him, Mrs. Wick's mood was a big deal.

John's heart became heavy when he heard this, and he spent the last week studying at Nico Flamel's house.

The Loyalty Charm was cast there, and the owl couldn't find its location, so I didn't go through the process of writing letters that I needed to do every week.

This made Mrs. Wick completely angry. She rarely got angry, but when she got angry, she was hard to coax.

The last time Mrs. Wick was angry and had a cold war with Watson for a week, the result was that John could only live on eating bread with various dips.

John shuddered at the thought of Watson's poor craftsmanship.

Fortunately, he made preparations and came back. When he came to the kitchen, he saw Mrs. Wick who was cold-faced and silent.

The beautiful and generous Mrs. Wick was as angry as a little girl. John showed a flattering smile despite his cold eyes and took out the perfume he bought from Paris from his suitcase.

"This is the perfume I bought specifically for my mother in France."

John shamelessly began to act cute and looked at his mother pitifully.

Originally, Mrs. Wick was still angry with John for not writing to her, but after seeing this, her anger disappeared within three seconds.

However, as a mother, Mrs. Wick still criticized John severely.

"Little John, you haven't grown up yet. How could you forget to write a letter to your mother when you go to such a dangerous place in a foreign country by yourself?"

When John accepted the criticism, he nodded and bowed exactly like Watson.

Watson watched from the outside, looking as if he was a teachable child with a pleased expression.

After making his mother happy, before John returned to the room, Watson brought him a lot of letters.

"These are all sent to you by your friends, but one owl is too old and has hit the mailbox several times."

Watson put the letter down and left because he heard Mrs. Wick's warning about the danger for him wearing leather shoes upstairs.

John opened the top letter, which was from Hermione. It listed a large list of books that Hermione had read this holiday.

John picked out Hermione's letters and read them one by one. The last letter mentioned Harry. During this holiday, there was no news from Hermione about writing to Harry.

After reading, John picked up some others, including ones from Ron and Hagrid, and there were actually three letters from Malfoy.

He opened them all and looked at them one by one. Except for Malfoy's, all the others mentioned Harry.

None of the letters they sent to Harry received a reply, asking John if he knew anything.

"Harry won't be captured by the Ministry of Magic, right?"

John thought about his magic runaway that day, and began to worry whether Harry had been captured by the Ministry of Magic.

After all, he had taken the blame, and John was going to see what happened.

Hiding the unicorn hair wand at home, John walked downstairs with the wand.

By acting coquettishly, John gets a freshly baked apple pie from Mrs. Wick.

After finding a box and putting it in it, John arrived at No. 4 Privet Drive and knocked on the door.

"who is it?"

What a coincidence, a little fat man opened the door.

Dudley smelled the apple pie and opened the door before his mother could.

I thought it was a big surprise that could make up for the feast that Harry ruined a few days ago, but it turned out to be a big surprise, but the surprise was much bigger than the joy.

"It's you, John Wick!"

Dudley screamed loudly, this little fat guy had a pretty good lung capacity.

Petunia Dursley, who was originally wondering who it was, heard Dudley's scream and hurried out to check.

Seeing John, she did not forget that this child had appeared at King's Cross Station with Harry's group of wizard friends.