After saying that, Nigel walked straight forward, and it was too shameful for him to be honest about his children for an old-fashioned old man like him, who was born in a traditional education.

Seeing that Nigel's earlobes were slightly red, Stephanie hooked the corners of her mouth and patted the back of his hand soothingly.

She wanted harmony in her family, so she was glad that Nigel could say it.

It's better than facing them and talking at length about their own genius children for an afternoon, and then turning into a gourd with a sawed mouth in front of Rig.

The three of them hurried to the old mansion, and the clansmen they met along the way all happily greeted Rig, who they hadn't seen for a long time.

After a year of operation and word-of-mouth fermentation, the replaceable quills have become the fist commodity of the literati residence, bringing stable cash flow to the literati residence.

Later, it became the only designated quill shop at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, providing a steady and large number of purchases every month.

I heard that it was under the guidance of Rig that Nigel was given the opportunity to meet Dumbledore and accomplish this great thing. If it weren't for the fact that there were important affairs in the old mansion today, the Dai family would have wanted to celebrate the return of their genius and express their gratitude.

Even the menu is called Iron Belly Design, a three-page luxury meal that can make everyone enjoy it.

After all, who wants to be a subordinate to someone else?

The subordinates are all good. While the upper echelons of the family were discussing the future, ordinary clansmen were also muttering in private. Who doesn't know that the Malfoy family looks at people with their chins every day, and after becoming a subsidiary, eighty percent of them will not end well.

Now that they have money, the quills were recommended to the Ministry of Magic by the greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, and since then they have never competed with them without a long eye.

Every day is a part-time job for his family's shop, and the people who make quill tips are full of motivation just thinking about it.

Rig was also surprised to find that the already luxurious old mansion seemed to have been renovated, and every corner was shining with golden light.

Even the carpet that people walk on every day has been renewed, and as soon as you step on it, you sink into the thick, silky fur.

Nigel smiled and said that they did make 100 million gold Galleons. Of course, the main thing was to welcome Nicola May, saving the floor of the old mansion and throwing the legend down.

Mother Stephanie separated from them as soon as she arrived at the old house, and she had to make sure that day's menu was to be prepared, whether Nicolame stayed or not.

Stephanie lifted her veil, clutched her wand, and ran away, reminding Rig of the old mother he had seen when he had just crossed over.

Stephanie gets tangled up in the details when she's nervous, Think about the question last time, does Slytherin hate silver?

Rig couldn't help but laugh, guessing that today's menu would make Stephanie struggle for a long time.

Rig and Nigel hurried to the living room of the old mansion, and as they walked, Rig touched his pocket, feeling the hard texture, and his confidence increased a little.

Coming to the door of the living room, before he could enter, Rig heard an old voice say, "...... If you want me to teach alchemy, this is not a course that fools can learn. ”

His heart was shocked, and he understood, this was the alchemist Nicol Lemay.

A legend who has successfully crafted the Philosopher's Stone and a variety of magical alchemy products, of course, Rig hopes to add a suffix in the future, his teacher of Heimdall Day.

Rig closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, and Nigel stayed where he was, looking at him a little nervously, waiting for Rig to adjust.

After so much effort, Nigel was not sure that he would be able to get Nicolame to take Rig as an apprentice, and he would have done his best to get people over.

Can Rig really do it?

Nigel looked at his son who had taken a few steps forward with some trepidation, and Rig's back looked extremely determined.

He believes in himself.

Rig walked to the door of the living room and said confidently, "They can't, I can." ”

The sound came through the door, and Rig pushed open the wooden door of the living room and strode in.

"I want to learn alchemy with you, and I'm not the idiot you say I am." Rig, who walked through the door, looked at Nicolame in the center of the living room and hit a straight ball.

Even though I had seen the master many times in the letters, this was the first time I had seen a living person.

Dean, who was sitting next to him, didn't notice at all.

It was still the bald elder Dean who looked nervously at the scene in front of him, they had been preparing for so long just to recommend the genius of the family to Nicolamay, but could Rig really be able to?

Dean nervously drank another cup of tea, and as soon as he took his mouth into his mouth, he closed his eyes in pain and clamped his legs.

He had wanted to go to the bathroom half an hour before, but no one here could hold back the master alchemist except him.

Nicolame's wife, who had no interest in his social interactions, went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

In case Nicolame was bored and gone by the time he went to the bathroom, Dean could blame himself for the rest of his life.

The family is like this, one is prosperous and one is lost, and the opportunity that Rig loses is also the loss of others.

This is Nicolame, Rig thought, looking at the gray-haired old man in front of him.

Unlike ordinary wizards, he is a real alchemist at first glance.

The bird on Nicolame's shoulder stretched out his slender arm, and his sandbag-sized palm gently laid down the cup of hot tea that Nicolame had just taken a sip on the table.

Nicolame raised his eyebrows, which were so long that they could hang down to the bottom of his eyes.

After choosing to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, Nicola never paid attention to his image again, as long as he was comfortable.

He thought, the drama meat is finally here.

Nicolame lived for more than 600 years, and he could tell what a young man like Dean in his early 200s was thinking.

This morning, chatting in circles with Dean, Nicolame was almost able to remember the details of the living room of Dai's old house.

Nicolame sat down in a different position, looked at the straight blonde child standing in front of him with great interest, and asked, "You said you want to learn alchemy with me?" Oh no, no, no, no, don't talk like that again......"

Rig was calm, but Nigel and Dean gasped together, could it be that Nicol Lemay was in a bad mood today?

Without asking, their plan simply failed?

Nigel looked at Dean with some panic, and Dean looked back at Nigel blankly, he felt that he had a good conversation.

Shouldn't it? Dean couldn't figure out how he could be eliminated as soon as they met.

Nicol Lemay smiled kindly, his voice like a child, "Come on, don't talk this nonsense, I've heard it too many times." Show me what spells you're going to have. ”

Ball subscription ball recommendation ticket and commuter pass!

I'm so awesome, I have a temporary job in the morning, and I was stunned for 2 hours to deal with it, and the dead line sprint was a big success!

(End of chapter)