Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood in front of the reception desk of the French Ministry of Magic, facing a wizard in blue robes.

"We are here to see Mr. Nicolème," Harry said. "We have urgent matters to discuss with him."

The wizard gave them a confused look, then nodded. "Mr. Nicoléme is a master alchemist in our Ministry of Magic. He is very busy, but I can contact him for you. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, the wizard picked up a strange wand and waved it gently. A shining light shot out from the wand and disappeared into the air. A few seconds later, a delicate envelope appeared on the reception desk.

"This is Mr. Nicoléme's reply." The wizard handed it to Harry.

Harry took the envelope, opened the letter inside, and began to read.

"Dear Harry, Ron and Hermione,

Sorry I can't wait until you arrive.

However, I can arrange a time to meet if you would like. Please go to the Alchemy Hall of the French Ministry of Magic. I will arrive as soon as you arrive.

good luck,

Nick Flamel"

Harry put down the letter and said to the wizard: "We will go to the Alchemy Hall to wait for Mr. Nicoléme."

The wizard nodded. "Please come with me."

They followed the wizard through the hall, passed a huge door, and came into a spacious and bright hall. Various alchemy equipment and potion bottles are placed in the hall, and the air is filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

"Can you please wait here and sit here for a while?" the wizard said, pointing to a set of comfortable sofas, and then hurriedly left the hall.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting on the sofa, marveling at the majestic sight of the Alchemy Hall of the French Ministry of Magic.

Soon after, light footsteps came from the hall, like fine pieces of silk.

Nicoléme stepped on his feet and walked slowly into the hall from a distance. His robe trailed through the air behind him, forming several elegant arcs.

"Ah ha, Harry Potter, long time no see. We haven't seen each other for almost a year since the last time we said goodbye to the Ministry of Magic? Have you grown taller again? Have you become stronger?" Nico Flamel spoke fluently. English said, with a genial smile on his face and intelligence and kindness in his eyes, "The same goes for Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. You have grown up a lot."

"Hello, Mr. Nicolème." The three of them looked at each other, feeling a little flattered. They stood up, shook hands with Nick Flamel and greeted each other.

"Mr. Niccolòme, we don't want to take up too much of your time." Harry said, his tone a little urgent, "Mr. Niccolòme, the Philosopher's Stone——"

"I know, child, I know, the Philosopher's Stone was taken away by Voldemort. Nick Flamel sighed first, and then shook his head helplessly, "Oh, this Tiera is so clever. "

"You guys..." Nick Flamel wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt an inexplicable gaze——

It's as if someone massed themselves from an infinite height.

This kind of look does not contain any malice, but a gentle and scrutinizing gaze.

"Don't you understand Tiera's methods?" Nicolème temporarily changed his words and said, "It doesn't matter who puts the magic stone. Anyway, Tiera will get it back after she tracks down Voldemort."

"Or in other words, the magic stone is the mark to track Voldemort." Nick Flame said, "A power that exists at the four-dimensional origin of the three-dimensional world, in the eyes of a four-dimensional creature like Tiera, is comparable to the power in the night. The candlelight is also eye-catching.”

"Is there no way for Voldemort to hide the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"If it was just a pure magic stone, he might be able to avoid Tiera's tracking by hiding in Dreamland or other areas guarded by other old gods or old rulers, but that magic stone passed through Tiera's hands. "Nicolème said calmly, "Voldemort can't escape Tiera's induction."

Harry, Ron and Hermione felt a little comforted by Nick Flamel's words, but the uneasy habits they had developed over the years still made them feel that they should do something.

Nicoléme observed them for a moment, then smiled warmly. He smiled and put his hand into his loose wizard robe and took out a crystal clear crystal bottle.

The crystal bottle contains a clear liquid.

Nicoléme waved his hand, and three cups flew out of nowhere, floating in front of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and then poured a little of the potion in the crystal bottles into each one.

"Before you continue your journey, please drink this potion." Nick Flamel showed a mysterious expression at the same time and handed everyone a small cup of potion. "This is a small soothing potion that can soothe your spirit. You must remember. Your trip this time is originally to relax your mind and soothe your overly nervous nerves."

The three of them nodded tentatively and tasted the potion carefully. After taking the potion, they felt a warm force spreading inside their bodies. Nico Flame's eyes flashed with promise: "Tiera attaches great importance to your safety. He will not let Voldemort's plan succeed. Tiera is that devilish kid. Haha, don't you still know?"

"But there's always something we can do, right?" Harry asked, the potion not suppressing his restless thoughts.

Nicolème stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the distant sky through the skylight of the hall. He spoke slowly: "The only thing to do is to continue your journey and travel happily."

"Although Voldemort is cunning and powerful, his power is limited after all," Nicolème continued with a smile. "And Tiera has surpassed our knowledge. Just leave everything to him."

"Okay, I think you are tired of hearing what a bad old man like me is saying." After saying that, Nick Flame turned and walked towards the alchemy equipment, his sky blue robe fluttering with his steps, "I wish you a pleasant journey."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other. Although they still had countless questions and uneasiness in their hearts, Nico Flamel's confidence and the far-reaching chess game Tiera seemed to have laid out made them gradually let go of their worries. Some concerns.

They bowed to Nicoléme, thanked him for his blessing and the potion, and walked towards the exit of the hall under the guidance of the staff of the French Ministry of Magic.

They met Fleur Delacour in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

The four people walked out of the splendid building of the Ministry of Magic together. They were bathed in the warm sunshine and surrounded by the hustle and bustle of Paris streets. Harry felt the warm power of the potion soothe his inner uneasiness.

Ron patted his belly in amusement and said, "Hey, this potion not only makes people feel at ease, but also makes people feel as if they are full."