Chapter 57 Nicolas Flamel
"An urgent set of ceremonial robes costs seventy galleons. Isn't this a purely black shop?"
In the auditorium of the Ministry of Magic in France, Kaysen pointed to his ceremonial robe that shone with purple magic and complained to Ollivander on the side.
Ollivander just smiled and said nothing.
Madam Malkin's robe shop subsidizes the sales to young wizards, so it is cheap, and if it is at the normal price... seventy galleons is a black mark, but Madam Malkin also worked overtime to get it out.
There is nothing wrong with charging some overtime pay.
But with an old neighbor who has been with him for most of his life on one side and a rising star in alchemy on the other, there is nothing wrong with saying anything, so let’s just say nothing.
As that sentence goes, sometimes shutting up is also a kind of wisdom.
"By the way, are you ready with your manuscript? This is not like the previous award ceremony. You can treat today as your class. Of course, you can also defend your thesis." Ollivander added.
"I'm not prepared... To be honest, I didn't even write the paper. Otherwise, why do you think I was just the advisor for the previous two papers?" Kaison shrugged.
"...That's really not what you said about feelings before...I thought you were being modest." Ollivander said in surprise.
"Otherwise, do you like writing papers?"
"Compiling your own knowledge into words is a fascinating act. You can try writing one yourself. Honestly, you will fall in love with this feeling."
"...Okay, I will give it a try when I have time." Kaison nodded, and soon someone came over, apparently a staff member of the French Ministry of Magic.
He took Kaysen to the high platform of the auditorium, where a podium was placed, and behind the high platform was a huge magic holographic projection device, which was said to be sponsored by Nicolas Flamel.
"Please start, Professor Kaison, I noticed that your students like to call you that." A thin old man in the audience, with a white shawl and messy hair, said with a smile.
"You are not a student, Mr. Flamel." Kaysen quickly waved his hand and stretched out his hand to summon a standard enchanting table that could no longer be standard.
"The basic structure of the enchanting table is very simple, and I received many letters at Hogwarts, all of which were successful imitations of the enchanting table, so we will not elaborate on the basic structure of the enchanting table here."
"Let's start directly with the enchanting principle of the enchantment table. As you all know, the enchantment principle of the enchantment table is to enchant runes. Of course, it is not just runes. We can also directly enchant the magic spells, such as enchanting blazing flames. The disadvantage is that you can't cut butter with that knife, because it will melt and eventually vaporize very quickly, and..."
"Is it easy for him to go off topic when he keeps talking?"
"Isn't he a professor? Professors all have this problem. When I was a student, the professor always liked to bring the topic to the marriage of his colleagues."
"Are all professors around the world like this?"
"Maybe, when I was a professor..."
Kaysen walked off the podium and took a glass of wine from the self-service wine rack to moisten his throat.
Giving lectures to these alchemy masters is much more troublesome than giving lectures to young wizards.
Then he saw a thin figure walking towards him, it was Nicoléme.
To be honest, when Kaysen saw Nicoléme's arrival, he didn't dare to express his anger immediately. It was not because some alchemy novice worshiped the big man, but because he was afraid that he would accidentally blow it up and blow this old man. It was blown away.
"Seriously, you have no idea of building yourself a magic wheelchair or something like that?"
Nicolas Flamel shook his head: "Of course not. The secret for an old man to stay healthy is enough exercise. Of course, the same goes for young people."
Kaysen nodded in agreement and brought Nicoléme a glass of vodka from the wine rack.
"Well.........of course, not including unhealthy gastrointestinal movements..."
"Okay." Kaysen poured the vodka directly into his whiskey glass. The two distilled spirits were mixed together, and there was a different kind...
...........It doesn't taste very good, and he probably won't try it a second time in his life.
"Dumbledore also sent me a letter this morning. He recommended an outstanding young man like you to me." Nicolas Flamel said, still looking for that letter. Of course, that letter He may not necessarily have carried it with him, but a considerable part of it may have been left at home.
"............"
"You're just looking at it?"
"What if?"
"When other people see me like this, they will quickly tell me not to look for it. Maybe they are afraid of getting in my way, but they also believe that there is no need for me to lie to them about this matter."
"...It's okay, you can look for it if you want."
"I mean, you should probably give me a step down because I didn't have that letter with me today."
"...You could have said it earlier." Kaysen looked at Nicoléme speechlessly.
He said how could this old man play so well with Dumbledore? Their relationship was like that of an old naughty boy.
"But this is just a brief opening statement. You can think of it as a way for me to talk to you and let both of us eliminate the awkwardness. I came to you because I have a question. Dumbledore said that you don't need the Philosopher's Stone or complicated alchemical rituals to convert anything into gold?" Nicolas Flamel sat next to Kaisen and asked.
"You can say that." Kaisen touched his pocket and took out a feather pen.
He took the feather in his hand, and the whole feather slowly began to spread gold from the position where his hand was pinched.
Nicolas Flamel took the golden feather pen, pinched it, and then bent it.
"Luckily I met you at this age. If I had met you when I was young and before I made the Philosopher's Stone, I would definitely have given up on myself."
"I thought you would forge ahead bravely."
Nicolas Flamel waved his hand: "Don't listen to the evaluation of me in the alchemy textbook. I am not that tolerant. In fact, I can get to where I am today because I am really talented. Secondly, because I am really talented, I am accompanied by flowers and praise every day along the way."
"If it were replaced by mud and insults, Nicolas Flamel would have turned into a pile of yellow earth long ago."
Kaysen raised his eyebrows: "I will write it down."
