Chapter 232: Nicol Lemon Lemay
Beauxbatons is full of legends of Nicol Lemay, but as the biggest financier of the school, he can hold the super golden thighs of twelve members of the Hogwarts School Board by himself, and the Lemay couple have appeared in Beauxbatons only a handful of times, more than two hundred years have passed since they last appeared in Beauxbatons, and even the school teaching reform that began fifteen years ago, Nicol Lemay only wrote a letter.
Legendary alchemists who live in seclusion don't like to show their heads, at least in the wizarding world, but no one would think that the long-lost Nicola would lie quietly in a coffin, leaving behind a large fortune waiting for the lucky ones to arrive.
People who have such thoughts, it is estimated that when he dies, Nicolame will still be alive in the world, although I don't know what kind of price the elixir made of the Philosopher's Stone needs to be paid, but no one doubts the effect of immortality.
After passing through the front yard garden, which is full of exotic flowers, the doors of the lavish manor open for them, and a well-dressed elf stands at the entrance to greet them.
"Sir is waiting for you, Mr. Harry Potter." The elf first saluted Harry, then greeted Fleur, "Welcome, Miss Delacour. β
"Please wait in the living room for a while, miss, and I'll bring you refreshments right away."
"Mr. Potter, please come with me, my lord is on the second floor."
"Can she go up with me? I still have things to do."
"Come on." As Harry spoke, a voice came from above them, and Harry and Fleur looked up, and saw a handsome old man with brown hair and no more than fifty years old leaning against the railing and smiling at them.
"That little girl in Olim told me your name, Fleur Delacour, Harry is a lucky boy."
"But alas, I can't solve your problemsβ" he gestured to Fleur, "your charisma. β
"Oh, sorry, this isn't a good place to chat, come on, I'll be waiting for you inside."
As Nicolamel's figure disappeared behind the railing, Harry and Fleur glanced at each other, and then followed in the footsteps of the elf butler up the staircase to the second floor.
On the surface, Nicolamay's manor didn't seem to be much more powerful than Malfoy Manor, except for being a little more gorgeous, but when they entered a room with double doors, the space suddenly expanded by a hundred and ten times made people feel as if they had arrived in some other world.
Although this was the second time Harry had been here, there was an indescribable shock, this was an alchemical laboratory of Nicolamet, which was completely different from what he had seen in Newmengard, and Nicolamet's laboratory was full of steel and mechanical grandeur.
The top of the smelting furnace tens of meters high erupted with blazing purple-red magic flames, I don't know how many tons of cold forging hammers imitated the hammer roar of the giant blacksmith, and the exploding iron flowers were one after another red waves, although the noise of processing and forging was blocked by the thin glass windows, but even just looking at these pictures, I couldn't help but make up for those heart-pounding roars in my mind.
If Nicolame had said to Harry at this time that he was building a Glorious Queen-class battleship, to spread the glory of the Emperor on Earth, and to start the Great Expedition Era, Harry would not hesitate to believe it, however, when he saw them come in, Nicolamay just smiled and said:
"Want a vanilla-flavored bubble shake? My lady made it herself, and though she is now out on vacation, she has brought it to you. β
"Okay, thank you."
Harry was a little stunned, when did the Glory Queen-class battleship and the bubble milkshake become equated?
"Just sit down, don't be too inhibited." Nicola May nodded to Fleur, then handed over a bubble milkshake that looked good.
"Don't be in a daze, boy." In his treatment of Harry, Nicolame was not so polite, in the previous relationship, he knew what kind of guy this stinky boy was, Harry was similar to Grindelwald in his eyes, he was a chaotic joke with a hole in his brain, "Look at your eyeballs are going to fall out again." β
"Oh~" Harry reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and then absentmindedly drank the milkshake in the cup.
"Didn't taste it"
Harry consciously poured himself another glass, and poured it into his mouth to moisten his throat, "It tastes good, another cup!" β
It can be seen with the naked eye, Nicolame's face darkened, his wife's intention has arrived, but in the blink of an eye, it all went into the stomach of this stinky boy, this little bastard is definitely deliberate, he hasn't even tasted it himself!
"Hiccup~ What's more, old man, this is much better than the milk tea outside, another pot."
"It's gone, there's ice water left, if you want to drink it, you go to the kitchen with the bucket and pour it, you can't kill you little bastard."
"Hey~ The old man who slammed the door, if her sister was there, she would never say that." Harry rolled his eyes, despised Nicolame's stinginess, "You can eat and drink to grow well, and you don't listen to what your sister says." β
"You little bastard, why do you call her sister, and call me old man when you call me? Do I look that old? β
"My sister looks at twenty-seven or eighteen, but what about your old man? My dad has nineteen, I'm only thirteen, and my grandfather is in his early fifties? As far as you are dressed now, fifty is called young, six hundred and six old people, stained."
The angry bearded Nicolame makes people happy to watch, but he is a person who has seen all kinds of winds and waves, and his cultivation is enough
"Knock~"
Nicolame, who jumped up with a cane and pointed at Harry's head, was angry, and other seventy-year-old boys can do what they want, they have lived for more than six hundred years, and there is still a reason to sulk?
Looking at Harry's tearful appearance as he squatted on the ground with his big bag in his hand, Nicolame waved his hand generously, "I won't bother with you little bastard." β
Compared to talking to Harry, who had to drink the elixir of life in advance at a glance, Nicola still liked Fleur a little more, this little girl was very educated at first glance, unlike that bastard, who was not happy if he didn't fight a day.
"The changes in you are actually the same as Orim's, she has the hybrid of giants, and you have the hybrid of Meiwa."
Sitting across from Fleur, Nicolame stretched out his hand and swiped on the table, and several 3D magical projections of the villain with non-human appearances appeared.
"Mixing with magical creatures is not uncommon in the wizarding world, which helps to produce better wizards in the offspring, but there are pros and cons to this practice, and the disadvantage is that some of the personalities of magical creatures will appear in the offspring of the mixed race, and the hybrid of the beautiful baby is prone to excessive self-esteem, excessive pride, sensitive personality, and extreme emotional changes."
"But Fleur doesn't have any." Harry, crouching on the ground, looked up at Nicolamay.
"Children need to learn not to interject."
Nicolamay, who gave Harry a 'bang' again, smiled on his face, not to mention anything else, Harry's head felt very good, and it was a good head when he heard it.
"She belongs to a different situation, I will call it the promotion of blood, which we can simply understand as the complementarity that arises when two different bloodlines reach a delicate equilibrium."
"But such a change is uncertain, such as Olim, the giant blood in her body would have severely weakened her spellcasting ability, but strengthened her physical strength, but Orim's magical talent is very high, but the increase in physical fitness is not as strong as other giant hybrids, and Hogwarts also has a giant hybrid."
Nicolamay glanced at Harry, but the stinky boy turned his head and didn't speak, and Nicolamay, who was a little sorry not to come again, continued.
"That guy is amazing, with a slight increase in some spell-casting talents, he has inherited almost all the physical qualities of the giant, including the huge magic power of the giant that is higher than the magic quality of the wizard, if you want to say that the giant hybrid has a perfect form, then it is him, and this guy is only sixty years old, which is a child who has just come of age."
"I used him as a reference when I was researching the Flesh Golem, but it was too difficult to simulate a natural miracle like his."
Nicolamet was a little regretful, Hagrid had extraordinary scientific value in the eyes of a 'scientific researcher' like Nicolamay, that is, a moving gold mine!
"You say. Hagrid is just an adult child? β
Harry was a little squatting at this moment, he knew that giants lived much longer than wizards, but Hagrid at the age of sixty should be considered a middle-aged man at the age of thirty, right?
"A perfect giant hybrid can live for 600 years, which is considered a long life? There are old guys in the giants who can live to be more than eight hundred years old, and humans are short-lived, even human wizards, and they are the bottom group in the world of magical creatures. β
"The quality of mana, the total amount of mana, the perception of mana, everything related to mana, are all at the bottom, but even so, human wizards can live almost twice as long as ordinary people, the impact of magic on the body, on lifespan is very huge, the more total amount of magic in the body, the higher the quality, the longer the natural lifespan, those elemental creatures, almost all of them have no concept of death, because what makes up their bodies is magic."
"Have you ever seen a Dementor who died of old age? The oldest Dementors in Azkaban have lived for more than four thousand years, they don't have an accurate concept of time and lifespan at all, death, maybe just a different mindset to live again, of course, being killed by the Patronus does not count, it is a means to erase the fundamental existence of their existence, it is real death. β
"Actually, it's a good choice for the two of you to come together."
Nicola May summoned a teapot and poured himself a cup of bankrupt tea, and took a sip.
"At least you won't meet your own black hair and the other person's gray hair"
"Isn't Fleur's hair gray? Silvery, too."
"Don't you understand, little bastard, I have to be angry every day to live?" Nicolame, who picked up his cane and glared at Harry through gritted teeth, "I shouldn't have let you in this door in the first place!" Grindelwald's little cub doesn't make a fuss about you, and blowing up Paris is more enjoyable than running here to me off. β
"You have the ability to return the sun stone to me, I don't know which old guy who doesn't cultivate will grab it as soon as he meets, and he wants me to respect the elderly, and I haven't seen you love the young!"
Harry, who was directly beaten to the ground, covered his head and howled, when he met with Nicolame, he was too young and exposed the two sun stones, but Nicolamay, the old bastard, didn't leave any of them, he snatched them all, and what hurt even more was that he couldn't beat this old guy.
"At least one piece! That piece was given to Fleur by Daenerys! Believe it or not, I'll go back and let my sister hang you up and beat you! β
"The sun dragon can't get out of Chadr."
"But I believe that the solar dragon's laser cannon can turn around and blow up your broken house with one shot."
β.β Nicol Lemay was silent for a while, "I believe it."
"Don't return the letter to me soon!"
Harry, who was suddenly on the edges, crossed his waist, but unfortunately the bag on the top of his head did not disappear, and it was two inches higher out of thin air.
"Do you know jewelry design? Do you know where to find craftsmen who don't destroy the heavens? Even if they find it, do they have the ability to do it? β
"This is the crystallization of the elements that contain the life force, one of the purest and hardest substances in the world."
"I can learn it on my own, isn't it jewelry design, what's so hard about that? I am a craftsman, what is the problem of processing? It's not like I can't get pure elemental crystallization! β
"QO (Lightning)"
A ray of thunder filaments appeared on Harry's fingertips, "I can't crystallize yet, but it's hard for me to do that?" I'm only thirteen years old, so it's time to grow! β
Nicolamay, who was scolded back directly by Harry, has nothing to say, this little bastard is making a fuss, but he really has goods on him.
"Isn't the Awakened great," the deflated Nicolame muttered, without the demeanor of an old man, "well, you're amazing."
"Say, whatever jewelry you want to make, I'll give you free of processing fees or something."
"Bah, think beautifully, the leftovers are worth a lot of money, if you can spend money to buy the sun stone, you can't get a piece before?"
Harry, who dismantled the stage unceremoniously, began to bargain, Nicolame with the Philosopher's Stone did have endless gold, but there were more valuable things in the world than gold, after all, he was just a very powerful alchemist, a self-employed person, and in some cases, he couldn't open the price given by those national forces.
One is a life of glory and wealth, and the other is a blessing for future generations, and you don't have to think about it to know who to choose.
Looking at Nicolamet's dark cheeks that were deep in thought, Harry secretly slapped a high hand with Fleur, although it was not about who lost and who earned, but the rich old man could squeeze a little bit is a little, who made Nicolame always look like he was picking on himself.
Hey, out of breath is cool~
(End of chapter)