Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

Tom Reed. "teacher"

Lothar walked up to the attic and saw Nico Flamel seemingly making something.

Nico Flamel gently poured the solution from the bottle held in his right hand into the crucible on his left.

Then, Lothar saw colorful lights appearing above the solution in the crucible.

The colorful light is really beautiful

"You're back"

After everything was done, Nico Flamel stopped what he was doing and seemed to have discovered that Lothar was back here again.

Looking at the somewhat different disciples in front of him, Nico Flamel's eyes flashed with light.

Lothar was a little different from the past few days.

Another person's soul is infecting him and influencing him.

At this time, Nico Flamel could see the shadow of that person in Lothar.

But what was different was that Lothar's eyes still remained very pure.

It seems that he was not affected by Tom Riddle.

This left Nico Flamel a little uncertain.

In fact, he was just curious about Lothar's situation.

And no other ideas.

"Yes, teacher, I'm back."

"It seems you got what you wanted on this trip."

"I did gain a little from this trip. The important thing is that I have been able to create an alchemy array that divides space."

Lothar looked at Nico Flamel with bright eyes, a look of satisfaction on her face.

No wonder he wasn't proud. After all, even Lothar didn't expect that he would complete the alchemy formation so quickly.

It’s just that the space may be smaller.

Lothar's words aroused a little interest in Nico Flamel's heart, and he stood up and came to Lothar.

"Does it make you so happy? It seems that you have mastered some alchemy very well."

"Then let me take a look and see what you have accomplished in the past few months."

Nico Flamel said, he raised the wand in his hand and tapped the void twice, bursts of light flashed through, colorful, and looked very beautiful.

Then Lothar's vision went dark, which made him tighten his body subconsciously, but then he thought that this was at his teacher's home, not in the dark forest.

With this thought, he relaxed his body.

The next moment, Lothar's eyes lit up, and the surrounding environment had changed into another look.

He was standing on a high platform, with a Colosseum-like seat to the far side, and he was at the bottom of the circle.

Turning her head slightly, Lothar happened to see the smile on Nico Flamel's face.

It was a relaxed and loving smile.

I don't know what I thought of, but there was a touch of sadness in Lothar's eyes.

He raised his wand high, and a beam of light shot straight into the sky.

The surrounding environment seemed to be changed at this moment because of his magic.

Silver patterns appeared in the void, and Lothar whispered a spell.

Immediately afterwards, Nico Flamel saw it.

The false world built by Lothar using his magic power.

He knew it wasn't true, but he was still a little surprised when Lothar actually built it.

God seemed to have given him a very good disciple when he was dying.

At least, he died with no regrets.

"It's great, but it's not enough, Lothar."

"Of course, teacher. This is just the beginning."

While replying to Nico Flamel's words, Lothar continued to point his wand at the void twice.

Immediately afterwards, Nico Flamel saw those silver-white lines begin to glow brightly.

It seems to be passing through the void, absorbing power from an unknown place, and then constructing the basic patterns of the alchemy array in mid-air.

Silver-white brilliance became the theme at this moment.

Nico Flamel looked at those mysterious lines with great expectation and praised them.

"It is indeed a good idea. Absorbing the power of other spaces to maintain the alchemy array and cast spells can also ensure the concealment effect of the alchemy array. And most importantly, using the power of other spaces to construct the alchemy array can achieve pseudo... power."

"Although it's not forever, its extension time is greatly increased, and it can last for at least thousands of years, which is a good idea."

Nico Flamel's comments made Lothar's eyes light up.

"The alchemy array that will always exist is impossible to exist."

Nico Flamel seemed to have thought of something and said something to himself, his expression was a little dazed.

As if thinking about his past.

Nico Flamel, as the most talented wizard of his time and a master of alchemy, naturally wanted to create a true eternal alchemy formation in alchemy.

Among all alchemists, the eternal alchemy array is just a goal they have found for themselves over the long years, the ultimate goal on the topic of alchemy array.

Assuming that an alchemy array can be maintained forever, can they also use the power of the alchemy array to maintain themselves and achieve an eternal goal?

Immortality and living forever have always been what humans want most.

Especially wizards, wizards who are always learning.

If you want to say who wants to live the most, then no matter it is a black wizard or a white wizard, as long as it is a wizard with huge knowledge, they will want to do this.

After all, there are only a few people who can see through death. The majority in this world are still wizards who are trapped by the shadow of death.

As powerful as Voldemort, isn't it because of an immortal that makes him look like a human or a ghost?

But even so, he still wants to live forever.

Nico Flamel sighed softly.

In the entire wizarding world, there are only a few wizards who have truly kept their bodies alive over the years.

And he created the Philosopher's Stone, the supreme product of alchemy.

So much so that I became one of them, but is immortality really good?

Nico Flamel thought to himself that he had gained immortality because of the magic stone, but he was also used to life and death.

Over the course of hundreds of years, he had seen too many relatives and friends leave him and die before him.

He made many good friends, but without exception, he was always the one who stood at their graves to mourn them.

If he hadn't destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, then maybe he could have seen Albus's funeral.

He smiled softly, as if he was thinking of the scene decades ago again.

That was a long, long time ago.

But it seems that it didn't last long. In his more than 600 years, it was just a long period of time.

But at least he felt happy again.

The joy that comes from the bottom of my heart.