Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

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Lothar looked at the heavy rain outside the window and sat at the table, not knowing what she was thinking in her mind.

"Equality among wizards is really a beautiful thing that seems out of reach."

He put down the quill in his hand and grabbed the owl flying around.

Lothar stretched out her hand and tapped the cat's head gently.

Looking at the confused expression on the owl's face, he couldn't help laughing.

Life is quite fulfilling now, and it doesn't give Lothar much sense of urgency.

Jamie has already started his action, secretly looking for like-minded wizards in the German magical world.

Moreover, he openly gathered wizards and promoted the concept of the Brotherhood, attracting batches of outstanding wizards.

Among this group of wizards, young wizards account for 80.00% of all wizards.

It perfectly explains that those young wizards are their new force.

Because they are not so deeply affected by the entire wizarding world environment.

Their blood is still hot, their hearts are still passionate, these are young people.

Lothar picked up the wand inside the sleeve robe and tapped it lightly on the parchment in front of her.

The originally blank, slightly yellowed paper had line after line of writing on it.

"It seems that the German Ministry of Magic is very busy recently."

Lothar laughed when she saw a familiar name on it.

In the past few days, he has been studying alchemy.

After learning alchemy, he will learn some magic from Grindelwald.

Lay a solid foundation for your future.

Time passed quickly, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.

There was still a month left before he could go back to Hogwarts.

Both he and Dumbledore had a tacit understanding of not talking about it.

After all, Lothar knew that next month would be the day when his teacher, the great alchemist Nico Flamel, would leave.

As that day came closer, Lothar herself also felt a touch of sentimentality.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

What's more, Lothar is not Voldemort.

He is also an emotional person himself.

In these days of contact, Nico Flamel could be said to have taught Lothar everything he could. He also recorded some other profound alchemical knowledge in a notebook and sealed it with magic.

Waiting for the day when Lothar reaches that level of progress, he can study effectively and avoid the detours he took.

Then go higher and further, maybe in his lifetime, Lothar will surpass him.

Nico Flamel stood at the door. He looked at Lothar quietly, his eyes full of relief.

In the days when he is about to leave, he can meet a successor who can inherit what he has learned.

This in itself is a very happy thing.

What's more, Nico Flamel had a premonition.

Perhaps I, as a student, will bring a different kind of vitality to this declining magic world in the future.

However, he will never see that day again.

He turned around and walked slowly down the stairs.

Lothar in the room turned her head and glanced at the door of the room if she felt aware of it.

Looking at the empty appearance at the door, he fell into deep thought.

"Albus, the future may lie with the next generation."

"You are getting old too, and I can feel that you don't have many years left to live."

Walking down the stairs, the first thing Nico Flamel saw was Dumbledore in a bright red wizard robe.

He had a hint of uncertainty, but Dumbledore knew exactly what Nico Flamel meant.

He has lived to be more than 100 years old. Time has brought him not only aging, but also experiences that are difficult for others to match.

"Who can say for sure about the future?"

"Perhaps, it will be better than we imagined, but it will take too long to arrive, and you are destined not to see it."

There was a hint of regret in Dumbledore's tone, and you could feel his emotion every time he talked about this.

It was very complicated, but the grief was so simple.

Nico Flamel was naturally aware of Dumbledore's sadness.

Because he has experienced this kind of sadness before, but time will always wash away everything. It will make the sadness suppress in the heart and gradually become indifferent.

Time, that's a wonderful thing.

He has lived for more than 600 years.

He has also seen his friends and relatives of the same era slowly grow old and then die as time goes by.

He was still the one who buried them with his own hands.

Among them, the thing that touched Nico Flamel the most was burying his son with his own hands.

Watch him grow up, watch him grow old, watch him die, and bury him with your own hands.

That was the most painful day in Nico Flamel's life.

He would never forget the look his son looked at him that day.

It was not a reluctance to die, but a reluctance to not be with his parents.

He was still thinking about them, even to the last moment.

Nico Flamel can still remember the last words he ever said to himself.

"Sorry dad, I can no longer accompany you in the future."

"Sorry, really sorry."

Secretly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Nico Flamel looked at Dumbledore with regret in his eyes.

"Actually, you are the same, Albus."

"In fact, we are all no different. We are all people who live in sadness all our lives."

"There are no exceptions and there will be no exceptions."

Nico Flamel walked up to Dumbledore, but his eyes were fixed on a painting on the wall.

There, his wife Perenal was smiling at him.

That was a painting from a long time ago.

This can be seen from the still young Perenal in the painting.

Nico Flamel looked at it very seriously, as if he wanted to remember Perenal in the painting forever, engrav it deeply in his mind, and never forget it.

However, he is about to go to the grave.

Who will remember Perenal?

She was also a very beautiful girl.

But, that was a long, long time ago.

Dumbledore followed Nico Flamel's gaze and saw the painting.

There was a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"She has been with you for many years, from young to old. She has given you the best and worst of herself."

"This is really a very enviable thing."

In fact, he also wanted to be such a person, but it was destined to be impossible in this life.

Dumbledore thought again of the girl from many, many years ago.

She seemed to look at him with a smile every time.

Every time, when he comes home.

Sometimes many tragedies often start from a small thing.

But they are hard to guard against.

A complete failure.

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