HP: Wizardry’s a Hassle, Wand in the Right Hand, Gun in the Left

After taking Draco to a crowded place outside Knockturn Alley, Glenn left without looking back. 

Next, he had to rush back to Hogwarts to meet Hermione and Dumbledore. After waiting for more than half a year, he finally got a response to the visit to Nico Flamel. The old man asked Dumbledore to tell him that he could meet Glenn and the others.

Dumbledore told Glenn and Hermione in advance that Nico's retreat could not be reached by conventional means and could only be reached using a special door key. He happened to have something to discuss with Nico recently, so he asked them to come to Hogwarts after Christmas to go with him.

After the end of the previous school year, Glenn and Hermione went home to make up for and complete the studies owed by the Muggle school in advance, and successfully obtained their academic certificates in advance. Since then, they have been staying at home to practice magic. After Christmas, with Dumbledore's special approval, they followed the Hogwarts Express back to Hogwarts. Glenn also went to Diagon Alley to purchase and sell through the school's Floo network.

"Hogwarts."Floo powder was sprinkled, and after a dizzy moment, Glenn's figure appeared in the fireplace of the headmaster's office.

Inside the room, Hermione was curled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace, sipping hot pumpkin juice, and flipping through the book"Hogwarts: A History of the School" that Glenn gave her. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk writing emails.

Seeing Glenn's figure, the girl's eyes lit up, and she moved to the side of the sofa, patted her side, and motioned Glenn to sit down.

Glenn took off his cloak, hung it on the hanger, sat down next to Hermione, and asked,"When are we leaving?"

"Professor Dumbledore is still busy. It will probably take a while for him to finish writing those emails."Hermione lifted her little feet in thermal socks onto Glenn's legs and continued to flip through the book in her hand, while Glenn took out an old-looking textbook and flipped through it.

His current super sense can consume twice as much magic power in a short period of time, narrow the range of perception, and observe more subtle details, so he can finally read it himself. He can read, but not much. He cannot maintain this super sense state for more than two hours a day, otherwise he will bleed.

This is a book called"Advanced Potion Making". According to Snape, it was a textbook he used in class. It seems to be a book Snape used when he was a student. Almost every page of it is filled with his optimization and experience of the steps of potion preparation, as well as some spells that appear in the potion textbook for unknown reasons.

Hermione thought that it was written by Professor Snape when he was absent from class. Of course, she didn't dare to say these words in front of Snape.

This book"Advanced Potion Making" was received by Glenn at Christmas this year. It was a gift from Snape. His talent in potions and his attainments in poisons had been recognized by Snape in the past few days, and they would occasionally work together to study new potion ratios for innovation and improvement. He was very interested in the potions and materials in the Muggle world that Glenn mentioned.

In the letter, Professor Reese said that he had not used textbooks in class for a long time, and gave the book to Glenn to deal with.

What a spoiled old man.

Back to the point, the content of this book gave Glenn a lot of inspiration. Not only were the methods described in it more efficient, but the most important thing was that he could understand the thinking of Snape, the master of potions.

Not to mention those useful spells. Even if Glenn has not fully learned them, their practicality and power can be seen.

The sounds of flipping books and burning firewood were occasionally heard in the room. The three were immersed in their own affairs. After about an hour, Dumbledore finally stopped writing and sent the last email to the owl.

"There have been more and more things happening recently, kids, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Dumbledore rubbed his brow, stood up and straightened his clothes,"If there's nothing else, let's go."

Glenn turned off his super sense, rubbed his temple, stood up, walked to the clothes rack to get the cloak, stuffed it into his waist bag, then took out two thick windbreakers and handed one to Hermione.

Hermione stood up, put on her shoes, took the windbreaker and put it on, and asked Dumbledore curiously:"Professor, where does Mr. Nicolas Flamel live? You can only get there with a door key."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, rummaging through something in the drawer."I don't know about that. He has his own assets all over the country. No one knows in which safe house he is living out his old age." Then he put a bracelet on the table.

"Come on, let's grab this bracelet together and get ready to activate the portkey."

Glenn and Hermione did as they were told, and the three of them grabbed the bracelet together. Dumbledore injected magic into it, and Glenn suddenly felt his navel being hooked forward, his feet off the ground, and he flew forward in a spin.

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In the Atlantic Ocean, on a beautiful island, beautiful plants blooming in different seasons surround a villa.

The island is calm and peaceful, which is inconsistent with the turbulent sea in the distance. It seems to appear abruptly on the sea surface as if it is out of this world.

Three figures appeared in the garden in front of the villa. Dumbledore, who was already used to the door key, grabbed the two little ones to prevent them from falling.

"We are here. Nico and his wife Perenelle live in seclusion here."Dumbledore retracted his hands and led the two to the villa.

Entering the villa, Hermione opened her mouth wide. Rather than saying that this is a building, it is better to say that this is a mixture of plants, rocks, and building materials. The mixture of human civilization and natural products does not make people feel weird, but feels like coming to the world of a beautiful fairy tale, very harmonious.

Fluffy little animals are playing freely in the living room, and their chirping sounds can be heard in the room.

Unknown creatures and puppets made of some material are walking around.

A thick bronze tree with exquisite and mysterious patterns is rooted in the center of the room, penetrating the ceiling of the living room, and faintly emitting ethereal red light. In the center of the trunk, there is a red gem.

An old man who feels as old as Dumbledore is lying on a rocking chair under the shade of the tree, slowly rocking with his eyes closed. The radio on the table next to him is playing his favorite opera. Seeing the three people enter the door, Nico Flamel opened his eyes.

""Welcome, my friends, Albus, Glenn and Hermione. My wife is not feeling well and has gone to a room upstairs to rest. I'm sorry she can't entertain you." He patted the rocking chair, and a table rose up in the room. On it appeared several cups, which were slowly being filled with transparent liquid."Sit down and have a drink first."

Several people sat down, Glenn and Hermione took a sip of the cups, the cold liquid melted in their mouths, and the sweet taste spread in their mouths.

Dumbledore did not speak.

"What is this?"Glenn frowned, and had some guesses in his mind. Hermione, who was standing by, saw Glenn's expression, thought for a moment, and combined with the information she knew about Nicolas Flamel, she also thought of something, but felt that it was impossible, and looked at Nicolas Flamel in shock.

Ever since they received Dumbledore's gift of alchemical creations from Nicolas Flamel last Christmas, they began to look through books for information about him. They believed that as an alchemist and a good friend of Dumbledore, he must have achieved something, at least it would be recorded in history.

But what made them headache was that there was no Nicolas Flamel in modern history. After asking Dumbledore, they were recommended by the Stinky Riddler to look up in earlier books.

Then they found such a record"Nicolas Flamel, born in 1327, the exact age is now unknown, the maker of the world's first Philosopher's Stone, a great alchemist, and the user of the Elixir of Life."

"Is this the elixir of life, Mr. Flamel?" Glenn carefully studied the liquid in the cup and asked the old man in the rocking chair.

The old man suddenly laughed:"Yes, you have good taste! Are you surprised or not?"