i sold arms at hogwarts

Jingle bell~

With the sound of wind chimes, a sleepy-eyed teenager in pajamas walked out of the room.

The bright sunshine shines on the corridor through the window. A broom is sweeping the floor by itself, followed by a mop that is swinging wildly.

There are picture frames at a distance on the wall of the corridor. Some of the picture frames are landscape paintings and some are figure paintings. At this moment, a feather duster is floating in the air to clean them carefully.

"Ha~~~"

After stretching greatly, the boy finally opened his tearful eyes. His eyes were very special, they were purple.

Purple represents mystery, but it also represents nobility, just like the boy's short, shiny, black and ebony hair - although at the moment its shape is similar to that of a chicken coop.

Reaching out his hand to pull his hair casually, the young man stepped over the mop and broom and walked down the corridor.

After a while, he came to the kitchen door.

The fire on the kitchen stove is blazing, and the pot is emitting an attractive aroma. Use a spoon to stir clockwise at a constant speed to ensure that the ingredients in the pot will not stick to the bottom of the pot and cause the pot to burn.

There is a kettle boiling next to it.

I walked over and picked up the kettle. There was a cup on the shelf next to me. I jumped from the shelf to the table.

As the reddish-brown liquid flows into the water glass, the refreshing aroma of tea refreshes the young man's energy.

When it was turned upside down, the tea gushing out of the spout suddenly turned milky white, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a burst of milky fragrance.

When no more water can be poured out of the pot, the ratio of tea to milk in the cup is exactly three to two.

He picked up the water glass and walked out of the kitchen. After nodding to a moving portrait on the wall, the young man came to the hall. At this moment, an old man with white hair was sitting on the sofa in the hall.

If anyone in the magic world sees this old man, they will definitely scream, because he is none other than the legendary alchemist in the magic world - Nicol Flamel!

"Oh, Remy, wake up. How do you think about what I told you yesterday?"

Nico Flamel put down the newspaper in his hand and asked kindly, and at the same time stretched out his hand to motion for the boy he called Remy to sit down.

Sitting next to Nico Flamel, Remi reached out to open a small wooden box on the table in front of him and took out a gray translucent cube the size of a sugar cube and put it into a cup.

The cubes melt instantly as soon as they are placed in the cup.

After taking a whiff of the aroma, Remy seemed more energetic.

"Master, I still want to go back to China to go to school." Remy said.

"Are you sure you won't think about it again?" Nico Flamel asked: "There are many more female students at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry than there are at Hogwarts, and they are also much more beautiful!"

Remy immediately rolled his eyes: "Am I like that superficial person?"

"Okay... but Hogwarts is a magic school in France, and it will probably only provide you with the most disgusting food, while Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a magic school in France, and the school will only provide you with your favorite food. A French feast!" Nico Flamel continued.

Taking a sip of milk tea, Remy shook his head: "I have to correct you. Although I do hate eating, my favorite food is not French food, but Chinese food."

"Oh? I haven't heard you say that... So let's have Chinese food today? Do you want crab ravioli? Maybe the store will give us a fortune cookie." Nico Flamel said with a smile.

As soon as Nico Flamel mentioned the crab ravioli, Remy felt his stomach surging like Nezha Naohai.

"No need to bother, thank you, I don't want to eat Chinese food at all now." Remy said.

"Really?" Nico Flamel smiled slightly and handed the newspaper in his hand to Remy: "You insist on going back to Japan to go to school, maybe it's for him, right?"

I took a look at the newspaper and saw the headline on the front page: Shock!The Boy-Who-Lived is about to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year... to study!

Remy:…

Which third-rate tabloid newspaper is this?

Oh, Daily Prophet, that’s okay, just pretend that I am ignorant.

"Half and half, I mainly want to learn magic from Mr. Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century... I have been studying with you for two years, but you are not willing to teach me any magic." Remy complained.

"You don't even have your own wand, how can I teach you magic? Is it possible to just teach you how to cast spells without a wand?"

"Okay! Just discipline me and leave the rest to Miracle!"

Nico Flamel shook his head helplessly, picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip of coffee.

"You will soon have your own wand, and by then you will naturally be able to learn magic."

Standing up, Nicolas Flamel walked to the kitchen, leaving Remy alone in the living room.

Taking another sip of milk tea, Remy put down the cup, picked up the newspaper, and read the description of the boy known as the Boy Who Lived in the newspaper, his mind racing with thoughts.

As a time traveler, is it possible to go to the magical world of Harry Potter and find Voldemort instead of looking for Harry?

Even if he goes to find Voldemort, Voldemort is still in China, not France!

Besides, Remy had already learned about the management system of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry from Nico Flamel. It was much stricter than Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He didn’t want to go to jail at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. .

After reading the newspaper for a while, Nico Flamel called Remy to come to the restaurant for dinner.

Remi has been living here since he was accepted as an apprentice by Nico Flamel two years ago, who took care of him like his grandfather and taught him the basics of the magical world and alchemical anecdotes.

But Remy has never been taught any magic, nor any alchemy formula, nor even the theory.

In the words of Nico Flamel, Remy is still young and there is no need to waste his prime years on such boring things.

What's more, Remy is a natural master of alchemy. He can refine the alchemical items he wants even without any formula - as long as he can afford the price.

The essence of alchemy lies in equivalent exchange!

Today, Nico Lemay cooked a table full of dishes, as if he had expected that Remy would choose to leave.

The food is very sumptuous, a standard French meal, full of color, aroma and taste, and the presentation is also very particular.

In the world of ordinary people, even the top chefs would not be able to complete so many dishes in such a short time.

So this is the magical world, the unscientific magical world.

"By the way, Remi, how is the magic treasure? Are you sure there is no independent consciousness?" Nico Flamel asked.

"Steady, don't worry, Master." Remy said.

"How can I rest assured? After all, this is something that has never appeared before." Nico Flamel said helplessly: "When you get to Hogwarts, go to Dumbledore and ask him to help you take a look. In terms of magical attainments, he is better than me."

Remy's hand paused, nodded and continued eating.