Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

The final result was naturally that Dumbledore left this place, while Lothar was left to study alchemy with Nico Flamel.

And before Dumbledore left, he told him not to worry about things inside Hogwarts.

He won't interfere with his choice

At this time, he looked at the pocket watch around his neck and said nothing for a long time.

"Teacher, what is this?"

"It was a magical thing, but now it is just an ordinary pocket watch. It has no use except that it is old and has a sense of age."

"Then what's the use?"

"Losa, it's just an ordinary pocket watch now."

Nico Flamel said with a smile. After Dumbledore left, he took Lothar to where he lived.

Here, Lothar saw many alchemical products.

They look ordinary, like some inconspicuous gadgets.

But in Lothar's perception, the fluctuations of magic are simply active power sources.

Just like the one in front of him.

"Teacher, what is this?"

Nico Flamel raised his head and continued to lower his head, fiddling with the things in his hands.

"That is an alchemical life, which is a rare work."

"Losa, don't underestimate it, it is not simple in itself."

The depth of meaning in the old man's eyes made Lothar give up her original plan.

Although Nico Flamel said it very lightly, Lothar had never seen anyone who created alchemical life forms.

The thing in front of him is very spiritual.

"Then what should I do next?"

"Learn"

"Learn"

Lothar chewed the word, he looked at the old man, and the old man looked at him.

“How long does it take to study?”

"two months"

"I see, teacher"

Lothar sighed in his heart. In two months, perhaps Nico Flamel, the great wizard, would pass away.

After the departure of this knowledgeable wizard, how much knowledge of alchemy will be left in the magical world?

Especially those long-lost alchemy formations

The sunshine outside was warm but not scorching. Lothar was holding a book in his hand and reading it with relish.

Opening the cover of the book, you can see that its author is Lothar’s teacher, Nico Flamel.

During these days, Lothar let go of the anxiety he had been feeling and the sense of urgency that he had been feeling.

He just relaxed, or lazily, and studied the knowledge in the book.

This was something he had never experienced before in this world.

The kind of pure, unadulterated desire that just wants to learn

Closing the book in her hand, Lothar walked to the window sill and looked at the people coming and going outside the window.

The excitement was in sharp contrast to the tranquility where he was.

It was as if everything he saw were illusions, decorated with magic.

However, Lothar knew that this was not the case.

It's just that his teacher, Nico Flamel, used magic to hide this house among the crowd.

Invisible to him, large and small magics were set around the house.

Similar to safe protection, super protection, muggle expulsion, etc.

Lothar just looked out the window quietly.

Feeling the rare peace in my heart

This was something he didn't have in Hogwarts, even though Dumbledore didn't have much ill will towards him.

But it's like having a tiger next to a human.

Even if the tiger had no harmful intentions, the human would still feel his own trembling.

That comes from weakness

Whether it is people or things

"What's wrong? Do you want to go out and take a look?"

An old voice sounded behind Lothar. Lothar did not look back. He knew who was coming.

"Is that okay? Since I came here, I haven't gone out to look around yet."

"If you want, you can go out and have a look. This is not a prison or any other place, Lothar."

Nico Flamel walked to Lothar's side and followed him to watch the crowds coming and going outside the window.

The lively noise even made Nico Flamel want to go out for a walk.

No matter how time changes, he prefers to stay in crowded places.

Because he prefers the bustle of a lot of people to silence.

This is why he lives in the center of the city.

Because here, it is more lively

Lothar naturally also likes this kind of lively place.

He is not Tom, like a snake, he likes those dark, damp and small spaces.

"In this case, I'll go out and take a look later, teacher"

"It just so happens that you also need some time to relax and consolidate the knowledge you have learned."

"I know, teacher"

Nico Flamel withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards where he came from.

He actually didn't care whether Lothar would go out. For him, it was enough for him to teach Lothar what he knew.

As for how much Lothar can learn, what does it have to do with him?

He just wants to fulfill a regret in his heart

Of course, if Lothar had any questions, he would answer them for him.

Because, he is his teacher

Lothar was walking on the street. When he came here, he had already taken away the wizard robe he was wearing and changed into the casual clothes worn by an ordinary Muggle.

Now he looks like a somewhat immature young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

However, when he walked on the street, people would always turn around and look at his appearance.

Because, although Lothar changed the clothes he was wearing, he did not change his appearance, especially those eyes, one red and one blue, that looked like two gems.

And this also caused passers-by to turn around and look into his eyes.

In this regard, Lothar always maintained a faint smile.

It looks like an elegant noble patrolling his castle.

Until, he was hit by a girl.

"Feel sorry"

A soft murmur sounded in her ears. Lothar frowned and turned to look, but only saw a trace of his back.

Then two big men passed by him.

They looked serious and scanned the surrounding crowd with a knife-like gaze.

This is the vision of the people around him. In Lothar's perception, it is two magic sources that are emitting their own light.

"It's interesting. Did you encounter something unusual as soon as you came out?"

After the two people also left, Lothar chuckled.

After laughing, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Just kidding, he wouldn't just come up and look at something to satisfy his curiosity.

He came out to relax, not to find something to do for himself.

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