Chapter 139 An Alchemist Named Nicolas May Decided to Die
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Rui Chen 3499
At 45:15 in the morning, [-] minutes before ten o'clock, Nicole Flamel just opened his eyes and saw the huge alchemy step diagram on the ceiling.
The habit of more than 600 years allowed Nicole Flamel to open his eyes on time at a quarter to ten in the morning, and saw the huge alchemy step diagram on the ceiling.
This is a habit he has developed for more than 600 years. After waking up, he observes the alchemy step diagram, thinks about the composition of each step, spends 15 minutes clearing his mind, and then gets up directly.
Nicole Flamel twitched his fingers, his mouth filled with foam and disappeared.This is a simple washing magic, his body is too fragile, the action of brushing his teeth and washing his face can easily break his bones.
And because grabbing a wand is also a burden for him, Nicole Flamel has mastered many tricks for silently casting spells without a wand.
He walked up to a huge brewer, and just five minutes later, he filled two glasses with the yellow, malt-scented beer.
This kind of medieval brewer is already an antique, and few modern wizards will use it, just like few modern wizards will spend their lives studying alchemy.
The two glasses of beer floated in the air following Nicole Flamel, the liquid rippling from side to side was just right, and no drop of the liquid fell on the ground.
The old record player started to work, and the melodious opera sound came from the speakers.
The beer fell smoothly onto the table, the silver-white robe flew to him, and a pair of gardener's shears replaced two beer glasses and continued to follow behind him.
The mansion he lives in is located in Devonshire. It is as wide as a greenhouse. The strength of his knees can no longer support him to go upstairs in the normal way, so the mansion is only built with one floor.
The mansion is full of various alchemy props, which can help him adjust the temperature of various areas in a small area, so he planted various magical vegetation in these places.
Nicole Flamel's daily entertainment and sports are all carried out by pruning magical vegetation.
He stopped in front of an empty space and sighed slightly.This place was originally planted with mandrakes and was recently gifted to Hogwarts for research purposes.
When people are old, it is easy to hurt the spring and the autumn, not to mention that he has an advanced age of 660 and five years old. It is not a problem to see a vacant lot and sigh, which is very reasonable.
After inspecting the circle of magical vegetation around the bedroom, he returned to the table, and the beer seemed to have life force, turning from the cup into a water snake and flying towards his mouth.
Kacha... An unpleasant sound appeared, and his mouth accidentally opened a little wider, causing his jaw to dislocate.
Swallowing the beer, Nicole Flamel moved his fingers again, and his dislocated jaw had recovered.
For more than 600 years, he can't remember how many times he has dislocated his jaw. Healing can be performed through silent magic without a stick, and he can only say "no one else is familiar with it".
Snapped!
A house-elf in a gray pillowcase appeared. He first bowed deeply, and then shouted in trepidation, "Oh! Master! Sorry! Bad redstone! Bad redstone! Couldn't help master!"
The previous house-elf Cube who served Nicole Flamel had passed away, and this house-elf named Redstone was born from the mansion to take over the work of Cube.
Redstone's thinking has not been adjusted yet, and every time he has such a small problem, he will attribute it to his own fault. It will probably take a long time for him to get used to it.
"I don't know if I still have that much time..." Nicole Flamel sighed, stopping Redstone who was about to punish him.
"Redstone, help me deliver this glass of beer to Perenal's bedside. She should be reading novels in bed at this time."
After dismissing the red stone, he went to the window again, looked at the golden sun hanging in the sky, and quickly closed his eyes.
It's not good to live too long, the eyes become as fragile as the bones, even if you just glance at the sun, your eyes will feel burned.
Continue to move his fingers and use healing techniques to heal the burns of the eyeballs. This kind of thing is also very common. If he doesn't do it once or twice a day, he feels that today is incomplete.
This is Nico Flamel's day. The risks that an ordinary person may face in a day are car accidents and parabolic objects, and the risks that a wizard may face in a day may be disintegration and falling from a broomstick.
There are too many risks for him to face in a day.
If you open your mouth too much, there is a risk of dislocation, if you accidentally see the strong sunlight, you may lose your eyesight, if you are accidentally blown by the breeze, you may fall, and if you knock on the table, you may have a fracture...
This kind of life is really boring, even so boring that he wants to give up the Philosopher's Stone, give up immortality, and leave this world in a relatively decent way.
At 11:30 in the morning, Hongshi appeared in front of him again, and when he was asking about the details of the lunch menu, there was a sudden knock on the door.
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Kong Nuo looked at this huge house that looked like a greenhouse, and he was still a little curious in his heart. He could even see a huge mushroom poking its head out of the courtyard in the distance.
"Dumbledore, is this the home of Nicole Flamel? The home of the alchemist who lived for 700 years?"
Dumbledore led the way ahead of him, "Yes, is there a problem?"
Connor made a summary of the images of the tyrants in his heart, and then turned these characteristics into labels, and put them all on Nicole Flamel, who has lived for 600 years.
"Uh... It's a little ordinary. I thought that people of this age, and magic tools like the Philosopher's Stone that can turn stones into gold, should live in skyscrapers, and then live in groups of wives and concubines. That's right."
Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, "Perhaps he was like this in an era before I knew him. But don't forget! It's been 600 years."
"He may have spent 500 years enjoying a life of luxury and luxury, and now he may just want to live a simple life of drinking cereal and eating bread?"
"Where a person lives too long, his interest in life will wear off more and more until finally he decides not to live any longer... I think you understand what I mean?"
After saying this, Dumbledore had already come to the door and knocked it lightly.
Connor saw a house-elf who opened the door, and behind the house-elf was a gray-haired old man.
Not only is his white hair gray, but his whole body is so white that he can hardly see a trace of blood, except for his robe, which is silvery white, whether it is his eyebrows, hair, or skin.
Coupled with the silver-white robe, the whole person is like a lifelike statue, except for the dark eyes that show that he is still a living person.
"Please come in!" said the old man who was so white that he was almost shining.
The habit of more than 600 years allowed Nicole Flamel to open his eyes on time at a quarter to ten in the morning, and saw the huge alchemy step diagram on the ceiling.
This is a habit he has developed for more than 600 years. After waking up, he observes the alchemy step diagram, thinks about the composition of each step, spends 15 minutes clearing his mind, and then gets up directly.
Nicole Flamel twitched his fingers, his mouth filled with foam and disappeared.This is a simple washing magic, his body is too fragile, the action of brushing his teeth and washing his face can easily break his bones.
And because grabbing a wand is also a burden for him, Nicole Flamel has mastered many tricks for silently casting spells without a wand.
He walked up to a huge brewer, and just five minutes later, he filled two glasses with the yellow, malt-scented beer.
This kind of medieval brewer is already an antique, and few modern wizards will use it, just like few modern wizards will spend their lives studying alchemy.
The two glasses of beer floated in the air following Nicole Flamel, the liquid rippling from side to side was just right, and no drop of the liquid fell on the ground.
The old record player started to work, and the melodious opera sound came from the speakers.
The beer fell smoothly onto the table, the silver-white robe flew to him, and a pair of gardener's shears replaced two beer glasses and continued to follow behind him.
The mansion he lives in is located in Devonshire. It is as wide as a greenhouse. The strength of his knees can no longer support him to go upstairs in the normal way, so the mansion is only built with one floor.
The mansion is full of various alchemy props, which can help him adjust the temperature of various areas in a small area, so he planted various magical vegetation in these places.
Nicole Flamel's daily entertainment and sports are all carried out by pruning magical vegetation.
He stopped in front of an empty space and sighed slightly.This place was originally planted with mandrakes and was recently gifted to Hogwarts for research purposes.
When people are old, it is easy to hurt the spring and the autumn, not to mention that he has an advanced age of 660 and five years old. It is not a problem to see a vacant lot and sigh, which is very reasonable.
After inspecting the circle of magical vegetation around the bedroom, he returned to the table, and the beer seemed to have life force, turning from the cup into a water snake and flying towards his mouth.
Kacha... An unpleasant sound appeared, and his mouth accidentally opened a little wider, causing his jaw to dislocate.
Swallowing the beer, Nicole Flamel moved his fingers again, and his dislocated jaw had recovered.
For more than 600 years, he can't remember how many times he has dislocated his jaw. Healing can be performed through silent magic without a stick, and he can only say "no one else is familiar with it".
Snapped!
A house-elf in a gray pillowcase appeared. He first bowed deeply, and then shouted in trepidation, "Oh! Master! Sorry! Bad redstone! Bad redstone! Couldn't help master!"
The previous house-elf Cube who served Nicole Flamel had passed away, and this house-elf named Redstone was born from the mansion to take over the work of Cube.
Redstone's thinking has not been adjusted yet, and every time he has such a small problem, he will attribute it to his own fault. It will probably take a long time for him to get used to it.
"I don't know if I still have that much time..." Nicole Flamel sighed, stopping Redstone who was about to punish him.
"Redstone, help me deliver this glass of beer to Perenal's bedside. She should be reading novels in bed at this time."
After dismissing the red stone, he went to the window again, looked at the golden sun hanging in the sky, and quickly closed his eyes.
It's not good to live too long, the eyes become as fragile as the bones, even if you just glance at the sun, your eyes will feel burned.
Continue to move his fingers and use healing techniques to heal the burns of the eyeballs. This kind of thing is also very common. If he doesn't do it once or twice a day, he feels that today is incomplete.
This is Nico Flamel's day. The risks that an ordinary person may face in a day are car accidents and parabolic objects, and the risks that a wizard may face in a day may be disintegration and falling from a broomstick.
There are too many risks for him to face in a day.
If you open your mouth too much, there is a risk of dislocation, if you accidentally see the strong sunlight, you may lose your eyesight, if you are accidentally blown by the breeze, you may fall, and if you knock on the table, you may have a fracture...
This kind of life is really boring, even so boring that he wants to give up the Philosopher's Stone, give up immortality, and leave this world in a relatively decent way.
At 11:30 in the morning, Hongshi appeared in front of him again, and when he was asking about the details of the lunch menu, there was a sudden knock on the door.
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Kong Nuo looked at this huge house that looked like a greenhouse, and he was still a little curious in his heart. He could even see a huge mushroom poking its head out of the courtyard in the distance.
"Dumbledore, is this the home of Nicole Flamel? The home of the alchemist who lived for 700 years?"
Dumbledore led the way ahead of him, "Yes, is there a problem?"
Connor made a summary of the images of the tyrants in his heart, and then turned these characteristics into labels, and put them all on Nicole Flamel, who has lived for 600 years.
"Uh... It's a little ordinary. I thought that people of this age, and magic tools like the Philosopher's Stone that can turn stones into gold, should live in skyscrapers, and then live in groups of wives and concubines. That's right."
Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, "Perhaps he was like this in an era before I knew him. But don't forget! It's been 600 years."
"He may have spent 500 years enjoying a life of luxury and luxury, and now he may just want to live a simple life of drinking cereal and eating bread?"
"Where a person lives too long, his interest in life will wear off more and more until finally he decides not to live any longer... I think you understand what I mean?"
After saying this, Dumbledore had already come to the door and knocked it lightly.
Connor saw a house-elf who opened the door, and behind the house-elf was a gray-haired old man.
Not only is his white hair gray, but his whole body is so white that he can hardly see a trace of blood, except for his robe, which is silvery white, whether it is his eyebrows, hair, or skin.
Coupled with the silver-white robe, the whole person is like a lifelike statue, except for the dark eyes that show that he is still a living person.
"Please come in!" said the old man who was so white that he was almost shining.
