Chapter 37 Nico Flamel is hundreds of years old at least.

In mid-December, heavy snow fell in the sky, Hogwarts Castle stood in the snow and ice, and the Black Lake was also covered with a layer of solid ice.

Hagrid dragged a several-meter-high fir tree into the campus, leaving a long dragging mark on the several-foot-thick snow.

Inside the castle, there is laughter and laughter everywhere. Most of the students are packing their luggage and preparing to go home for Christmas. Even the usually naughty ghosts will stop to say Merry Christmas.

There are twelve medium-sized Christmas trees on both sides of the auditorium, and Professor Flitwick decorates the largest Christmas tree at the front of the auditorium, with Aaron helping him from below.

Candles, colored paper, lamps and golden star models were placed on the Christmas tree by the two of them using floating spells.

As the last star is placed on the top of the tree, the Christmas tree is decorated especially beautifully.

"It's done, Professor, Merry Christmas." Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead. Decorating a Christmas tree was nothing to him, but he had finished almost half of the Christmas trees in the entire auditorium.

This workload is a bit heavy. Although the floating spell is simple, his magic power can reach four figures, but he can't bear to squander it like this.

Especially now that he doesn't want to attract too much attention, he has used a magic ring to seal half of his magic energy. It is really not easy to do such a physically demanding job with the initial magic power of an intermediate magician.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Gaius." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "Ten points for Slytherin, that's what I promised you.

But your talent is really good. Although you are only in the first grade, your magic level is almost as high as that of the fourth grade. "

"Thank you for the compliment!" Aaron also showed a smile, and every extra point counts as one, so that his system tasks can be considered guaranteed.

"Professor, if I don't have anything else to do, I'll leave first.

After all the hard work all morning, I was still quite tired. "

"Go ahead, kid."

Aaron picked up Abe, found a seat in the auditorium, sat down, and flipped through a book about magical creatures.

Harry and Ron were playing Wizard's Chess next to him. Harry was obviously a novice and had to think carefully about every move he made.

Ron, on the other hand, seems to have experienced hundreds of battles and killed with great joy. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is abusing vegetables.

The vivid magic chess pieces are constantly fighting on the chessboard under the control of the two chess players, and the sound of ping-pong can be heard from time to time.

At this time, Hermione came over, looked at the destroyed chess pieces and frowned, "This is too barbaric."

"This is Wizard's Chess." Ron chuckled and put away the chess pieces, "Have you packed your luggage?"

"Yours is not packed."

"Plans changed and my parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother Charlie, who was studying dragons there."

Aaron noticed that Abe had pricked up his ears. Apparently he was still very curious about news about other dragons.

"Good! You can help Harry.

He was going to the library to find information about Nico Flamel. "

"We've looked for it a hundred times." Ron complained.

"Nicholas Flamel?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere."

"Aaron, have you heard of it?" Harry was overjoyed. They had been searching in the library for so long without finding anything. They didn't expect the answer to be right next to them!

"I've heard of it, but what are you doing with that old man?

His temper was particularly weird. One second the spring breeze was warm, and the next second the autumn breeze was bleak. "

Harry's eyes evaded and he explained: "We are not looking for him, we just want to get to know him briefly."

"Really?" Aaron smiled playfully, "I don't believe it.

The three of you are all first-year wizards. Logically speaking, you will have no interaction with him at all. You should not even have heard of his name. Why would you want to find him!

What's the purpose? "

"Um..." Harry hesitated, not knowing whether to voice their suspicions.

"Harry!" Ron shook his head slightly at him. Currently, only the three of them know about this matter, but if Aaron, who is closely related to Snape, is added to the list, the risk will be greatly increased.

Seeing that the scene had reached a deadlock, Hermione interjected: "Tell him! Don't you still believe in Aaron's character?"

"It's not that I don't believe it, I just... don't want to involve him." Harry said, "You know, his relationship with that person..."

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, knowing that with how suspicious Harry and Ron were of Snape, it was absolutely impossible for them to trust Aaron 100%.

"Aaron." Hermione said weakly and coquettishly: "Can you tell us the information about Nico Flamel? This is very important to us."

"Okay! But I don't know much.

The last time I saw him was when I was four years old, and my grandfather took me to France. "

"France? Nothing else?" Harry said in surprise, "For example, what does he do?"

"Alchemist!

But he was not an ordinary alchemist. My grandfather had to give him some respect, and he even brought a batch of precious magic materials with him when he went. "

A few people looked at each other, and it seemed that the alchemist's book had to be carefully investigated.

"Any more?" Harry continued to ask.

"Also, the guy is very old."

"You don't need to tell me this." Ron smiled and shook his head, "He is a magician who can be related to Dumbledore, and he probably has a white beard."

“That’s not necessarily the case.

Dumbledore is a well-known white wizard, and his social circle is wider than you think.

For example, the Minister of Magic, some pure-blood families, the Hogwarts Board of Directors, and the Ministry of Magic Foreign Affairs of various countries.

There are even some races that live in the darkness, werewolves, giants, vampires and..."

"Stop talking." Ron patted his little heart, "I was wrong, Aaron.

I shouldn't interrupt, you go on. "

"Tch!" Aaron curled his lips disdainfully and explained: "The age I mentioned may be older than you think. Even Dumbledore can only be regarded as a junior in front of him."

"No way!" Hermione's mouth twitched, "Dumbledore must be over a hundred years old this year!"

"Hermione, unlike Muggles, wizards have a longer lifespan.

What's more, there are too many ways for wizards to extend their lifespan, including all kinds of magic potions, elixirs...

As for the unconventional ones, you can go to Knockturn Alley and ask. Any wizard there will know the methods related to extending lifespan, but they are basically full of bloody violence and may not be useful. "

"Gulu!" Hermione swallowed, "Forget it.

So how old is Nico Flamel? "

"have no idea."

"You don't know?" Ron couldn't control his emotions, "Then you just said so much..."

"Calm down, calm down.

I was only four years old at that time, and at best I was a little better than a three-year-old child. How could I remember so much?

What's more, do you think it's appropriate for me, a four-year-old child, to ask a great magician his age?

Even if it were appropriate, would Nico Flamel answer me?

But there is one sentence that I remember quite clearly.

When Nico Flamel opened the door for my grandfather and me, he said: 'The last Gaius boy who came here was your great-grandfather. ’

In addition, let me remind you that my great-grandfather was a little stronger than me when we met him. He was a five-year-old child who was taken there by my great-great-grandfather.

That means he at least knew my great-great-grandfather. "

Three people:......

"According to this, Nico Flamel must be at least over two hundred years old!" Hermione said, and then suddenly thought of something, she couldn't help but slap her forehead, "I'm just talking about how to look up the classics of famous wizards in modern times. Not even Nico Flamel’s name!

The book recording his information should be pushed back at least one, two hundred years! "

"Maybe more!" Aaron said lightly, "His status in the hearts of some older generation magicians is not comparable to that of Dumbledore.

That's all I know, the rest is up to you to find. "

"Thank you, Aaron." Hermione smiled, "At least modern wizards can be excluded. If you really can't find it, you can only go to the forbidden book area."

“Oh, the forbidden book zone?

You need a professor's approval to go there to study, but you... with all due respect, you don't have this qualification yet. "

"Then can you help us? Every professor likes you very much. If you go and borrow it..." Harry said excitedly, but was interrupted by Aaron before he finished speaking.

"Sorry, I can't help you with this, and I suggest you don't do this.

It is quite dangerous for first-year students to come into contact with banned books, not to mention that the purpose of you going there is not to study. "

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment and was too embarrassed to ask Aaron for help.