Chapter 15 Nicoléme

Perenal Leme? This must be Nicoléme’s wife, right? Wright thought to himself.

"Hello, madam, I am Letpas." He said to Perenal politely.

"What a polite child," Perenal smiled again, and then she returned her gaze to Dumbledore, "Then let's go in together now."

"It's an honor." Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

Wright followed Perenal and Dumbledore and walked into the residence of the world-famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel.

Just like the simple exterior of the house, the interior of the house also looks very ordinary. Under the white ceiling, there are extremely organized furniture. The sunlight outside the window shines on the green potted plants on the windowsill, adding a bit of warmth and comfort to the room.

The counters in the room are filled with knick-knacks from all over the world, while paintings of some characters hang on the walls.

Although Wright was not entirely sure who the people on the paintings were, he also noticed that these portraits were not the magical portraits that are generally popular in the wizarding world. They were just like the pictures in the ordinary world. These portraits in the room The figures on the paintings are also motionless.

Perenal led Wright and Dumbledore to the living room. Sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room was a spirited old man. He was the real person Wright and Dumbledore wanted to visit this time: Nicolle. plum.

Nicolas Flamel is the most famous alchemist in the magical world. It is generally believed that his greatest achievement is the creation of the only magic stone in the world, which can turn any base metal into pure gold and can also create The elixir of immortality that countless people dream of.

Wright remembered one of the entries on Dumbledore's chocolate frog drawing: He and his partner Nicolas Flamel were very effective in alchemy. Not surprisingly, Dumbledore had already become good friends with Nicolas Flamel when they were young.

By the way, this year is the 665th year of Nicoléme's life, and his wife Perenal is also 658 years old.

When Wright walked to the sofa and really saw Nico Flamel's appearance, he felt that he was not the most famous alchemist in the magical world, but just an ordinary old man.

Like Perenal, Nicoléme's hair was all gray, and it was combed extremely carefully, without a trace of disorder. He has a thick beard on his chin, and his forehead is covered with wrinkles like chisels. But the whole person does not look old and looks very energetic.

Unlike the cloudy eyes of most old people, Wright felt that Nicoléme's eyes were very bright and clear, as if there was a flame inside that would never go out.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore!" Nicolas Flamel spoke. It was hard to imagine that such a loud and powerful voice came from the mouth of an old man who was over 600 years old.

"Good afternoon, Nico." Dumbledore responded while introducing Wright to Nico Flamel, "This is the student I mentioned to you before, Wright."

Nicolas Flamel immediately set his sights on Wright.

"Hello, Mr. Nicoléme." Wright saluted Nicoléme.

"Hello," Nicoléme said, nodding with satisfaction, "It is indeed shadow energy! I haven't seen such pure shadow energy in many years!"

Wright's pupils shrank instantly, and his body sitting on the sofa suddenly became tense.

He heard very clearly that what Nicoléme was talking about was not shadow magic, but shadow energy!

And judging from what Dumbledore said just now, he and Nicolas Flamel had already communicated about their matters to a certain extent before!

What on earth does Dumbledore want to do?

But when he recalled Dumbledore's attitude towards him, Wright relaxed a little.

As if he noticed something strange about Wright, Dumbledore glanced at Wright.

"Don't be so nervous, Wright," Dumbledore smiled and patted Wright on the shoulder, "Nico and I have no other intentions."

Dumbledore's words always seemed to have a calming magic power, and Wright was almost completely relaxed at this time.

And anyway, Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel could almost tell at a glance that he possessed shadow energy. Besides, whether it was soft power or hard power, Wright was the leader of these two old men who had lived for nearly eight hundred years combined. There is simply not enough to see in front of the monster!

So at this time, we could only let the two of them talk, and Wright felt that he could just listen quietly.

"Dumbledore." Nicolas Flamel suddenly reached out to Dumbledore, signaling him to leave here for a while. Dumbledore immediately got up from his chair and left the living room.

Wright breathed a sigh of relief.

"Although I don't know why you still seem to be wary of Dumbledore," Nicolas Flamel said, "but I still have to say that your behavior has probably stung him a bit."

"I'm sorry." Wright said dryly.

"It's nothing," Nicoléme shook his head, "Being wary is not a bad thing."

"And I think Dumbledore should be able to understand. After all, he has been with you for a while and should know what kind of person you are."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have recommended you to me as an apprentice." Nicolas Flamel raised his eyes, glanced at the direction in which Dumbledore disappeared, and said slowly.

"What? Recommend you to be an apprentice?" Wright's eyes widened in surprise.

"That's right," Nicoléme said, "He sent a child with pure shadow energy in front of me. How could he just let me take a look at it so simply?"

It's shadow energy again! What does this have to do with shadow energy? Wright was full of doubts. Each of these old monsters in the wizarding world could see through his own shadow energy at a glance, but they all hid it and didn't make it clear.

"But what does this have to do with shadow energy?" Wright finally couldn't help but ask.

"The relationship is not too big." Nicoléme did not answer directly, "You will gradually understand it in the future."

Wright nodded reluctantly.

"But having said that, although Dumbledore recommended you to me as an apprentice, and I am very satisfied with your qualifications, it does not mean that I must accept you," Nicolas Flamel said.

"Here, I have a little question to ask you."

"Please tell me," Wright said.

"What do you think of alchemy?" Nicoléme asked seriously.