"Was the conversation going well?" Dumbledore asked, with Fudge's permission...... Uh, well, Dumbledore just took him out of the Ministry of Magic. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Okay, what about the Ministry of Magic's ban on shapeshifting?

"Not bad. "It's just things that don't matter. ”

"Hmm. Dumbledore nodded, he didn't even mean to ask Van Lin, Dumbledore knew his own affairs best was himself, he didn't think Umbridge could get anything from Van Lin.

"This is?" Van Lin looked around, and they came out of the shapeshifting space to the area.

"The wilderness of France?"

"If my spell is correct, this is the foot of the Pyrenees. Dumbledore said.

"Is Beauxbatons really located in the Pyrenees?" asked Van Lin, but he looked over and saw that it was far away from the mountain.

"Are you sure you don't need another shapeshift?" Van Lin asked, it was too far away, could it be that some magic had hidden Beauxbatons?

"Oh, of course. Dumbledore said, "I don't think we need to change shapes again. ”

"Why don't we just walk over there?" Van Lin asked, it seemed incredible, he was an exchange student sent by Hogwarts, and the headmaster of Hogwarts was next to him, and he was also considered the greatest wizard of the century.

And then two people visit Beauxbatons, and the result is used away?

It would have been crazy to be Professor McGonagall, who is very concerned about etiquette and majesty.

Van Lin remembers that when he went out to visit Beauxbatons, he traveled by rune horse-drawn cart, although it was a luxury, but it had a very good taste of Beauxbatons, didn't he?

Think of the gorgeous and elegant rune carriage, and then walk down a group of beautiful and enthusiastic French girls.

Anyway, it must be more appropriate than the way they are going to come on foot.

"Don't focus too much on appearances, many times these are superfluous. Dumbledore said lightly, as if he had touched something, and then he wiped it lightly with his hand, and Van Lin faintly saw that there was something more in front of him.

"Please come in. Dumbledore said, motioning for Van Lin to follow, and then led the way through what appeared to be a portal.

Van Lin hurriedly followed.

Not surprisingly, they had touched a magical barrier, most likely Beauxbatons's defensive barrier.

Wouldn't it be nice for Dumbledore to tear open a portal like this, and be treated as an enemy by the Beauxbatons?

Van Lin couldn't help but shake his head, the idea was undoubtedly crazy, and at the same time very unrealistic, to treat Dumbledore as an enemy?

The exception was Fudge, a politician through and through, a fool carried away by power, and Van Lin felt that there was no one left to save him.

"Yo, Albus, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time. An old voice came, a little hoarse, as if it had been squeezed out of its throat.

Van Lin looked up, and a huge rune carriage was parked not far away, and an old man sitting in a golden chair was watching it quietly.

When he saw Dumbledore enter, a smile broke out of the old man's face.

I have to say that the old man smiled ugly, and his face was wrinkled like tree bark, covered with the wind and frost of time.

Logically speaking, this is already the end of the year. But the old man was surprisingly good, at least his skin still had a hint of ruddyness. The combination of the two seems very suspicious, but when it is placed on the old man who is playing with something, it makes people feel surprisingly harmonious.

"Nicol, I'm sorry for the delay at the Ministry of Magic, and our Mr. El needs to attach a new trace, and this is the first time the trace has disappeared before reaching age. ”

Dumbledore said, leaning slightly to let Van Lin, who was standing behind him, out.

"Hello, Mr. Nicolamay, it is an honour for me to be able to see you with my own eyes. ”

There are legends about Nicolamet, both in the wizarding and Muggle worlds.

Nicol Lemay was born in 1330. Well educated, proficient in Latin, Greek, good at calligraphy and copying. In Paris, he made a living selling books and copying articles, and he also took in students, teaching them to copy and illustrate. Nobles often paid him to transcribe rare manuscripts, so it is possible that he copied alchemical manuscripts.

His ordinary life takes a dramatic turn one night, when an angel comes to him in a dream and tells him that he will receive a magical book that he must study and understand thoroughly in order to gain extraordinary powers of wonder. This dream came true, and he wrote in his manuscript Livre des figures hyeroglyphiques: "I have in my hand an ancient and huge book that I have exchanged for two florins. It does not use paper or sheepskin like other books, but is made of delicately smooth young bark. The cover is tightly wrapped in brass and is engraved with words or strange symbols...... It has 3 groups of 7 pages, including the first page, and the seventh page of each group has no text, but on the seventh page of the first group, there is a wand devoured by a serpent. ”

This mysterious document is called the Book of Abraham the Jew. It took Nicol Lemay 21 years to gather information before interpreting it, and finally, with the help of a Hebrew scholar, wrote the following on April 25, 1382: "I always deduce redstone verbatim from the same amount of mercury as instructed in the book...... And then it really turns mercury into gold, which is indeed better than ordinary gold, softer and more malleable. ”

After refining the philosopher's stone, he used the wealth obtained from alchemy for charity, building fourteen hospitals in Paris and building and repairing churches.

He died in his hometown in 1427, and his and his wife's graves were dug up, but no bodies were found. It is said that he and his wife have become immortal.

Of course, in the wizarding world, there are legends about Lemay, and the most striking point is none other than the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Being an alchemist makes people crazy, and the elixir is even more so.

In fact, Lemay had not been seen by Muggles since 1427, after all, living for more than 600 years was beyond Muggle acceptance.