"Oh~ thank you!" Shaped like a dry bone, Nick smiled and bowed slightly to Owen.

"Oh!" Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he explained slowly: "Albus brought you here, if you have anything uncomfortable, you can rest for a while." ”

As he spoke, he took away many of the things on the table next to Owen's recliner that the little dark wizard couldn't understand.

"No need Professor." Owen looked at the greatest alchemist with a strange expression.

He seems to be very- very good to himself?

Speaking of which, Nicolamay knows his relationship with Grindelwald!

His grandfather almost blew up the whole of Paris with a spell, and Nick shouldn't have been so kind to him that he wasn't hostile to him, but he shouldn't have been so gentle either.

"Maybe you're hungry." Nick Lemay turned around tremblingly, and behind him, on the cabinet against the wall, there were many French delicacies, large scallops, French leek pies, steak with French chili sauce, beef stew, and so on.

It's still steaming!

How to put it, judging from the appearance alone, these things are quite in line with Owen's aesthetics.

At least there is no such thing as stargazing pies, which are beyond human food.

Hey~ When it comes to food, he's welcome.

Owen, who was slightly pale, walked over, picked up a pot of beef stew and stuffed it into his mouth, it was very fragrant and oily.

"I don't know if it fits your appetite." Nick stood still, a flash of worry flashing in his eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Owen's neck and cheeks were flushing red again.

Well, his potions worked.

"I'm afraid you'll be bored with a six-hundred-year-old man, well-I'll show you some of my alchemy products!"

Then she turned and introduced him to his abode and the shiny things on the table.

Only then did Owen have time to take a serious look at the mysterious room where the legendary wizard had lived for hundreds of years.

This is a small two-storey apartment building.

There is an upward spiral staircase in the middle.

The room looked old, like a safe house rather than a luxury dwelling, with shelves nested within the walls, filled with all sorts of bottles and cans, some of which even smelled strange.

As the world's greatest alchemist, there's no doubt that Nick is also an exceptional Potions master.

Beyond the staircase, there are two huge long tables, which are filled with all kinds of shiny magic props, or alchemical products, huge speculums, crystal balls for prophecy, gold scales, etc.

"Hey, I know this crystal ball!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Owen's eyes.

I've seen the movie!

It's a prophecy ball, right?

"Oh! This is an invention of mine and is not very useful, but as an early warning device it is quite qualified. Nick leaned on the corner of the table and said slowly, "The key is the degree of danger, and the danger that is enough to destroy Paris can be more clearly revealed." ”

As he spoke, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

After looking at Owen's gray, surprised, and eager eyes, he couldn't help but say, "Do you want to try?" It's not that accurate, but it might shed some light on you, but of course - alchemists hate prophecy the most out of their control, and the future is not set in stone. ”

"Of course, stop at your feet!" As he spoke, Owen took a brisk walk, immediately walked to the crystal ball, put down the dishes and chopsticks, took out a silk scarf from his pocket and wiped his hands, and put his hand on the crystal ball with great interest.

But who can stop and glimpse the charm of the future?

Even if it's just a tip.

Of course, everyone's wishes are different, and Owen's only wish now is when he'll become Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Kidding aside, he was quite happy with Professor Dumbledore.

Want to see who his future daughter-in-law is? Or do you want to see if he lives with his grandfather again?

Uh- Did you ever play Quidditch with Harry and fulfill Professor Sprout's dream?

Ah~ Will the old headmaster regain his former enthusiasm in Godric's Valley some midsummer?

And Miss Granger, did she become the Minister of Magic! If it really happens, with their relationship, it shouldn't be a problem to hang up a minister's false position!

Miss Hannah is also worried, this child is a bit silly, and always feels that he will be deceived.

Did Luna have his name engraved on the ceiling of her room?

Suddenly, Owen's head was filled with a lot of wishes, all sorts of wishes.

He remembered a saying in his previous life that when you can't decide on a choice, you can flip a coin to decide. It's not the side that falls, it's the one you want to choose when you throw it into the sky.

He seems to have a lot of hope!

This made his eyes widen and stare at the crystal ball expectantly.

I saw that the originally transparent crystal bottle gushed out a cloud of black ink the moment he touched it.

Then the inky smoke gathered more and more, and soon gathered into a cloud.

"Hey~ there are really a lot of people!"

In the midst of the smoke, Owen was surprised to find many familiar figures, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Hannah, Justin, and even Fleur, whom he had only met yesterday, all of them in a clip of his future.

Dozens, hundreds.

They seem to be surrounding themselves.

With unspeakable sorrow on his face, he saw Hermione fall into Harry's arms, tears running down his cheeks and dripping to the ground.

He saw—

At this moment, the image of the crystal ball became dim, like a flickering incandescent lamp, as if it would go out in the next second.

"Oh~ he seems to be broken." Nick, who was on the side, suddenly took out his wand, and the tip of the wand tapped the crystal ball lightly, and then the image flashed, and everything became clear again.

"Roar! I'm sure I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts, hey, I'll just say it! It's time for the old headmaster to retire. How old is he, the Hogwarts staff should have been younger and kept up with the times. ”

In the golden auditorium, dozens or hundreds of people surrounded him, applauding enthusiastically.

Dumbledore got up from the big golden chair, he kindly stroked his hair, walked through the crowd, past the professors, past countless reporters and some high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic he had never met, and led him to the chair that belonged to the Headmaster.

At that moment, countless fireworks rose in the auditorium, staining the ceiling in color.

"Extraordinary, kid." Nick smiled as he took Owen's hand off the crystal ball, "Few wizards can achieve anything like this, not even Albus, even me, at your age." ”

"You will be the most important agent to change this wizarding world!" He said.

"But, remember what I said?"

"In the moment, Professor." Owen picked up his head-larger bowl again, scooped a spoonful of beef into his mouth, and said vaguely.

"Yes, in the present." Nick patted Owen on the shoulder, and a flash of sadness flashed in his eyes full of vicissitudes.

And this sorrow that should have been floating in the air happened to fall in Owen's eyes.

He ate Heyce's mouth, hiding the truest expression on his face, his gaze skimming over the crystal ball.

The calm sea at the bottom of my heart is full of waves.

Nick Lemay then went on to introduce his other works.

Among the dazzling array of alchemical creations, what made Owen feel most magical was the door of this room.

Opposite the wooden spiral staircase is the large wooden door leaving the house, on which hangs a huge clock.

There is only one hand in the clock, and it does not point to the time, but to a myriad of places.

Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, Durmstrang, Paris Opera, Devonshire streets, Ministry of Magic, and more, dozens of places.

Just as Owen was thinking, the only pointer suddenly jumped from the streets of Devon to Notre Dame Cathedral, and then the door opened, and an old man with a white beard walked in through the door.

It's Dumbledore!

Behind him, the stretch of the Seine and the towering Gothic Christian church complex tell the story of its location at all times.

"I'll go, the portkey can still play like this?" Owen looked at the wooden door in shock, and at a glance he could tell that it was supposed to be the portkey.

But—it shouldn't be able to go through several places!

As we all know, the location of a portkey is unique, and the same item cannot be a portkey twice and take you to different places.

This is determined by the magic anchor, just like one cannot go left and right at the same time.

The only two portkeys Owen knew of to go to different locations were the golden prayer wheel that Dumbledore had brought him to France, the last time it was anchored in Bhutan.

But after all, decades have passed, and it is normal for Old Deng Tou to modify the anchor point

But in front of this.

"How did you do that?" Owen stared at the legendary alchemist with great interest.

A moving castle of Howl has sprouted in the bottom of my heart.

"Oh! This is my invention three hundred years ago. Old Nick said proudly, and then introduced Dumbledore and Owen, and the three of them sat down on the couch. There were many failures, and I remember one failed experiment that plunged an entire neighborhood into the turbulence of time and space, and it took a lot of effort for the Ministry of Magic to put an end to that magical catastrophe. ”

"If you want to learn, I can teach you. It's very simple - for a gifted little wizard like you! Nick said happily.

Listening to Owen's heart, his heart warmed.

See, what is talented, what is extraordinary, what is extremely intelligent.

That's it.

He touched the hair of his ears, which was okay, it was all 0.0

"Did the investigation come out of the way? Albus. ”

Next to the fluffy chair is a round table with three glasses of sparkling water.

The air was squeezed out of the water as if it were boiling.

"Some gains, but not a lot, and it looks like I'll have to spend some more time." The old principal's eyes swept over Owen without leaving a trace, and then fell on his old friend, "It's time for you to take care of him." ”

Tomorrow off. I've been at work for seven or eight days in a row, knock knock knock!! Crazy to earn money for the boss, it seems that the company is going to be cold! ε=(ο'*)))) Alas, I didn't earn money for the boss, and I can't get over my conscience! Yes!!! My conscience, my conscience!!

Oh! I don't have a conscience, that's fine.

(End of chapter)