thefictionvixens Chapter 71 Nicolas Flamel's Shock
Chapter 71 Nicolas Flamel's Shock
Chapter 71 Nicolas Flamel's Shock
The Lemaîtres chatted and laughed, treating the letter as nothing out of the ordinary.
"I think Albus would definitely recommend his student again," Nicolas Flamel said.
"I don't think so. Although he was very young when we met Albus, he was never one to rush others," Perenaar shook his head. "Perhaps he has something else important to say."
As the two were talking, Fox happily played around with the lively instruments in the room.
The phoenix spewed out a ball of fire.
A bunch of strange instruments scattered and fled, some of which were knocked by their companions and turned into a pile of parts scattered to the side.
After Fox went to chase the other small instruments, the pile of parts quietly lifted up, as if observing the situation. When Fox flew back, they immediately scattered back to the ground and remained motionless.
Fox landed next to the pile of small parts and tapped it with its long claws.
The small parts started shaking, still hoping that Fox hadn't noticed it was playing dead, but the constantly shaking parts had already betrayed it.
Seeing this, Fox grabbed the trembling parts with his claws, startling them into reassembling into an instrument that rolled rapidly on the ground away.
The phoenix and the instrument are playing around.
Nicolas Lemaître and Perenaerts, however, looked extremely serious, almost as if they were about to burst into tears.
"We're both right. There are student recommendations, and other things to discuss," Nicolas Flamel said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.
"Could it be a misjudgment?" Perenaar asked.
"It's basically impossible. I'm not familiar with Sybil Trelawney, but the fact that she could predict Voldemort and Harry shows that she does have the ability."
Needless to say, I've watched Gellert Grindelwald grow up.
And Ryan Wales—"Based on the intelligence gathered these days, this child is what they call the most gifted prophet of this century."
Nicolas Flamel was amused by those young people spouting nonsense: "In over six hundred years, I have never seen anyone with the same ability to produce prophecies as him."
"As far as I know, the most frequent prophecies made by people who can be called masters of prophecy are only one or two years apart."
Perenaar fell silent, for she had lived for over six hundred years and had indeed never seen a prophet like Leon Wells, who could produce prophecies every few days.
She exclaimed in surprise, "So the prophecy was true!"
She couldn't imagine: "But how is that possible? We've witnessed the development of Muggles over the past 200 years. You could say they've surpassed wizards, who are still the same as they were hundreds of years ago, in both their destructive and constructive power! What kind of darkness could possibly cause wizards and Muggles to suffer a catastrophe together?"
Over the years, the couple has shown great interest in Muggle technological creations, which may be related to their open and inclusive personalities.
Nicolas Flamel once compared alchemy with Muggle technology and studied it in depth, but he regretfully discovered that the two disciplines were born on different foundations and could only learn from each other's ideas, but could not be compatible at their root.
Even so, this couple is the wizarding world with the most in-depth research on Muggle technology, and they are also the ones who can best understand just how powerful Muggles are now.
They had considered more than once what if they broke the secrecy law, allowing Muggle technology and wizarding magic to complement each other to some extent?
That would create a magnificent civilization.
However, they are too old and no longer have the ambition, so it has been put on hold until now.
But as Dumbledore wrote in his letter: Wizards and Muggles alike will linger in darkness.
This is a formidable enemy that they could neither imagine nor comprehend.
"I don't know what it will be either, that's the strange thing about this."
But in my six hundred years of experience, prophecies always come true. We will see it happen.” Nicolas Flamel conjured a flame between his fingertips and lit the letter.
"I can understand Dumbledore's anxiety now. He originally thought that the only threat to the wizarding world was Voldemort, who was barely clinging to life."
This isn't a serious threat; there are plenty of ways to deal with him.
However, his composure in the face of such a sudden prophecy is truly admirable.
"It now seems that we do need young people to grow up quickly. And it's not just about a few top wizards; the entire wizarding world needs to be strengthened," he said.
"So you've made up your mind?" Perenaar asked.
"Yes, I will tell Orim Maxim that there is no need to collect any more information about Lane Wells. I have decided to have him study with me." Nicolas Flamel said, waving his hand, and the quill and parchment automatically began to write a reply to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore:
I am aware of what you wrote in your letter, and in these past few days I have gained a general understanding of Lane Welsh. I have decided to have him study alchemy with me for a period of time. Please tell him and bring him here; I would like to meet him first.
Also, please compile a list of commendable wizards in the wizarding world today. We don't know when the prophecy will come true, so we need to prepare in advance.
I hope you are doing well.
Nicolas Flamel
"Fox, stop playing around. Every time you come, the little ones are always short of supplies." After finishing writing the letter, or rather, after watching the letter finish automatically, Nicolas Flamel called out to Fox, who was still chasing after the instrument: "Take this reply to Dumbledore for me."
Fox reluctantly let go of the scattered instruments, took the letter, and suddenly a flame appeared, in which it disappeared.
Watching Fox leave, Nicolas Flamel said to his devoted wife, "It seems it's not time for us to embark on another great adventure. The wizarding world still needs us."
"No rush, we have plenty of time. The safety of the wizarding world is more important," Perena said, sitting down next to her husband.
Hold his hand and interlock your fingers.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Meanwhile, in the Hogwarts Headmaster's office.
Dumbledore received Nicolas Flamel's reply from Fawkes all by himself.
"Thank you, Fox." He persistently picked up a still-wriggling swarm of cockroaches. "Want to try some? They're delicious."
Fox turned his head away in disgust, too lazy to pay any attention to Dumbledore.
"What a pity. Let me see what Nico wrote back to me." He regretfully put down the pile of cockroaches, which nimbly crawled down the table and into a corner.
"Could this be a real cockroach—?" he muttered to himself, seeing it clearly.
Then I opened Nicolas Flamel's reply.