"John, did you know that the rune horse's feathers have been falling off a lot lately?"

Ms. Maxim has been very sad lately, and something has happened to her rune horse.

I don't know if it's because of the competition for mates or depression, the rune horse is shedding like crazy.

At first, it was not obvious, but now the rune horse's wings and mane are bald.

Even pure malt whiskey can't make Rune Horse happy.

Fleur locked her skeptical gaze on John, who had behaved well since his arrival.

Although there was no evidence, the woman's intuition told her that John Wick had nothing to do with it.

"Rune horses? You mean the huge horses? ”

John looked surprised and surprised, and said, "I don't know, I've been working on books on alchemy lately. ”

As he spoke, John pulled out his book list.

It's all about alchemy, and as a seven-hundred-year-old school of witchcraft and wizardry, it's no less than Hogwarts.

Even because of Nicol Lemay, the alchemy master, there are a lot of alchemical documents here, and it feels like there are more than Hogwarts.

Naturally, the book written by Nicol Lemay was indispensable, and John benefited greatly from its contents.

"Really?"

Fleur hesitated, she saw the list of books and thought John was fine, but she always felt that it was strange.

Suspicious, Fleur leaves.

Shortly after she left, John waited nearly an hour to get out of the library.

He put the books back in place one by one and rubbed his somewhat tired temples.

He didn't use Xueba 2.0 because it needed to be used when it was more needed.

For example, when he entered Nicol Lemay's alchemy room.

Yes, Nicol Lemay's alchemy room.

According to the clues provided by Dumbledore, John used the most primitive method near the fountain of the Lemay couples, banging and beating for several nights.

Finally, the entrance to the vault was found at the mouth of the fountain.

It was an alchemy room, which contained a large number of notes and materials related to alchemy.

One of the things that resembles a diary leads him to the fact that the owner of this room is none other than the famous Nicol Lemay.

This is the room that Nicol Lemay left behind when he was a student at Beauxbatons, and all the notes in it were written by his own hand.

John was hungry in this treasure trove room, and although the young Nicol Lemay was still immature in some places, it was just right for some young wizards who were just getting started with alchemy.

Aside from the notes, the biggest surprise was the diary.

John took out a quill pen and scribbled it in ink on the tip of his diary.

"Dear Nicol, there are some things I don't understand very well in alchemy, and I hope you can give me an answer."

Writing these lines, John went on to write about the difficulties he encountered.

When the writing is finished, it is as if an invisible pen is writing underneath that line.

A good-looking font appears out of thin air on the diary.

"Of course, dear John, the answer to your question may be found in the notes of the seventh book from the left in the third row of the bookshelf, I hope it will be helpful to you."

When John saw the handwriting, he quickly got up and went to the bookshelf in question.

In the seventh notebook from the left of the third line, he found a note on how to sublimate a substance.

This pleased John, and he did not forget to write back in his diary to thank him.

"Thank you Nicol, you've done me a great favor."

"You're welcome."

The handwriting appeared in the diary, and this was John's most surprising discovery.

An extremely magical diary, which can also be called Nicol's Encyclopedia.

This is a book made by Nicol Lemay, which contains a record of his alchemical experience, and it is equivalent to an intelligent index catalog on the shelf.

It's not uncommon for this to have the emotional character of the original owner, like the portraits on the walls of Hogwarts.

They may not have much of a function, but they are able to retain some of the character and wisdom that belong to the owner of the portrait.

And "Nicol's Encyclopedia" is far more than portraiture, and John even thinks that Nicol Lemay lives in it.

But reason told him it was impossible.

With this book, and a room full of books, John's alchemy at Beauxbatons grew by leaps and bounds.

He even used the rune horse's feathers to craft a pair of flying shoes, which were slightly inferior in speed to the broomstick, but greatly more flexible.

Successfully added a permanent orientation spell to the badges, where the nine badges point to another badge wherever they are.

Like the stars guarding the moon, they point each other in the right direction.

John intended to remove his badge and give the remaining eight to others.

To become the next Dumbledore, you can't do it alone.

Even Dumbledore was not alone, he still had the Order of the Phoenix, a huge Hogwarts behind him, and half of Hogwarts' connections.

John needed a relationship to strengthen his position, and to maintain a relationship with the help of a badge.

He wants to form a society, or have a team that can do his bidding.

One of the parts of the badge has a choice.

Network.

This was John's scarcest thing at the moment, he came from a Muggle family, and he didn't have the blood family tree that was blessed with pure-blood families, nor did he have the nepotism of parents and classmates in half-blood wizarding families.

What he can do is to surround himself with strong people as much as possible.

This strong man can be a genius wizard, or a second-generation family with a deep background, or he can have the character of never betraying his friends.

In the alchemy room, John stayed until dawn, and he returned to his bedroom to sleep for two hours before dawn.

It's a holiday, and no one cares if he's lazy or not.

Some people even feel that after missing the figure of the black-haired boy, they always feel that there is some quiet around them.

...

"John, we might be able to check it out, it's the group stage of the Quidditch World Cup."

After a month of getting along, Fleur and John are getting more and more acquainted.

Although three years older than John, Fleur didn't think the brunette boy was a child.

John behaved like a person her age, and even John was more mature than the boys in her grade.

"Quidditch World Cup group stage, you can go and see it."

John flicked his wand, and the books on the table automatically flew back to the shelves.

He didn't expect Fleur to be a Quidditch fan, and it wasn't surprising to say that who doesn't love Quidditch.

The Quidditch World Cup is held every four years, and any country can form a team within 12 months of the previous final.

The last class was in 1990, when John hadn't yet enrolled.

There are still two years to go until the next edition, and the group stage is already in full swing.

"You said the group stage was in Bulgaria, so how did we get there?"

After John finished speaking, he saw Fleur smile prettyly.

"I know of a place with a portkey that only costs three Galleons to get us to Bulgaria."

It has to be said that wizards are much more convenient than Muggles in terms of travel, with only a house key, the whole family can travel around the world in a short period of time.

John was also curious about the portkey, and when he heard this, he immediately agreed.

Fleur cheered, her long silver hair hit John's cheek, and she said excitedly like a happy little girl, "I've long wanted to try to travel without an adult." ”

The girl's lively appearance made John think that he might be able to become good friends with the Gryffindor students.

The two didn't need to bring anything, and they came to the Paris hideout through Floo Powder.

The hidden equivalent of Diagon Alley is the wizarding shopping area.

Led by Fleur, they turned around and finally found the portkey in a corner alley of a square in a hidden place.

The owner of the portkey is a man wearing a fisherman's hat and a scruffy brown trench coat.

He had a scruffy beard, and he burped every now and then, and the smell of alcohol made one wonder if he had slept in a barrel for the night.

John quietly approached Fleur and whispered, "Are you sure he is reliable and won't throw us into the deep mountains and old forests?" ”

Fleur was also a little unsure, she was a little weak and said, "Probably, maybe, it should, won't it?" ”