Chapter 23 Do you want to come to Beauxbatons? (Want to subscribe please)

"It's not bad," Nicoléme said. "Even I can't ask for more from you. Being able to make such an alchemy item in just a week is pretty good."

Nicoléme picked up the pawn chess piece on the table and handed it to Wright, "But are you satisfied with your own alchemy tool?"

"If you were asked to give a score to your alchemy work, what score would you give it?" Nicoléme asked.

"About six points?" Wright took the chess pieces and said a little uncertainly.

"Only six points?" Nicoléme said in surprise, "I thought you would give yourself a higher score."

"Of course not," Wright said a little embarrassed, "After all, this is just my first alchemy work. Although I am quite satisfied with its abilities in all aspects, the most criticized thing is its spiritual strength. It’s too low, it will always be…”

Before Wright could finish his words, Nicoléme suddenly interrupted Wright: "Wait a minute, are you saying that your pawn chess piece has intelligence?"

"Yes," Wright was a little puzzled by Nicolas Flamel's reaction. "It's just a very basic intelligence. It's still far from the alchemy dolls recorded in the book that can think independently. But I think It should still have some potential for growth.”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant," Nicoléme waved his hand quickly, "This is only your first time refining alchemy items, so you don't know much about this issue."

"Wright, have you seen other puppets in the wizarding world?" Nicoléme asked. "They are just alchemy puppets, not sealing puppets that trap the souls of intelligent creatures inside."

"No," Wright shook his head, "But when we alchemists create such puppets, don't we always give these puppets the most basic thinking ability?"

"No, that's not the case!" Nicoléme said quickly, "Almost all of the basic intelligence that gives alchemical creatures the unique abilities of those demons who stand at the apex of alchemy, and only those who have completely deconstructed the earth. Only a dark alchemist with the four powers of water, wind, and fire can peer into God’s restricted area! Life and soul are never that simple!”

"No alchemist has ever been able to make his alchemy puppet think when refining the first work, even the simplest thinking, even if he has exhausted the most precious magic materials!"

"It's not that exaggerated..." Wright laughed dryly, "I just used the alchemy materials you have in your alchemy workshop..."

"Of course I know this," Nicoléme said, "Black evil iron and petrified wood, a very standard puppet configuration."

"But these two materials cannot give rise to the alchemy puppet's thinking ability. There must be something wrong with it."

"Wright, please tell me the detailed process of making this alchemy puppet." Nicoléme said.

Upon hearing this, Wright immediately explained his refining process, from the initial conception of the type of work, to the selection of alchemical materials, to the refining process.

"Finally, I injected some shadow energy into it. After it fully recovered, it already had that simple thinking ability."

"Attributes! Yes! Energy attributes!" Nicoléme said with a sudden realization, "It seems that I was wrong before. Wright, your shadow energy definitely has some abilities that you haven't discovered yet!"

He really should have thought of it earlier! When I accepted this child as an apprentice earlier, wasn't it because of his shadow energy attribute? That extremely pure shadow energy that seems to come from outside the world! The only hope!

"Wright!" said Nicoléme.

"Um?"

"You really should have come to me earlier!" Nicoléme said with an expression of hatred for steel.

"..."

"You should have come directly to learn alchemy! Why waste your life at Hogwarts! A waste of time!"

"..."

"No! I have to talk to Dumbledore!" Nicolas Flamel said quickly, and then took out a book from his pocket with a red phoenix printed on the cover.

"..."

Wright looked at Nicolas Flamel who suddenly fell into a convulsive state with a speechless face. Teacher, can you behave like a normal 600-year-old man? Are you really making me look like this?

And what is the book you are taking out now? "Order of the Phoenix Address Book"? A video phonebook for the wizarding world?

Wright didn't know what Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore said. Anyway, they were just standing face to face. Wright couldn't hear what Nicolas Flamel said at all, and even the sound insulation technique Nicolas Flamel used when not found.

After a while, Nicoléme put away the phone book in his hand and looked at Wright with a strange expression.

"Teacher, what do you want to do?" Wright swallowed unconsciously.

"Wright, do you want to come to Beauxbatons?" Nicolas Flamel suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Beauxbatons is the best magic school in France! There are even Veela as classmates! Whenever we eat, There is a forest fairy singing next to you!”

"No, no," Wright stammered.

"Oh, forget it." Nicoléme quickly withdrew the smile on his face.

Looking at the unpredictable expression on Nicolas Flamel's face, Wright finally understood why Dumbledore and him could be friends. Both of them were almost equally crazy!

…

After Wright finished refining Soldier No. 1, he was kicked out of Nicoléme's house in a very special way before he could rest for a few more days.

Nicolas Flamel handed Wright a tea can directly during lunch. When Wright took the tea can without warning, he suddenly felt a hook hooked in his stomach.

Then another very familiar feeling came. When Wright regained consciousness, he was already standing in Room 11 on the second floor of the Leaky Cauldron, holding a handful of his own remains in his hand. Spoon for saliva.

Room No. 11 was still the same as when Wright came here at the end of July. He could even see a few solidified dark brown translucent lines still left on the table, which were the cockroaches that Dumbledore had eaten. Traces of sugar crawling.

It seemed that Dumbledore had never checked out of this room since he rented it.

But anyway, there were only a few days left before the start of school, so Wright simply didn't go back to school. Besides, returning to school now would not be as fun as waiting for the school bus to start.

Wright waved his hand towards the table, and the original candy stains were immediately cleaned up.

After another thorough cleaning of the room, Wright settled in Room 11 with peace of mind.