Hogwarts executioner

Chapter 107 Nicoléme’s Legacy

When Harry and others came back from the library, Ron asked, "Where's Cedric, Cho?"

Zhang Qiu said unhappily: "I don't know." Zhang Qiu, who didn't pay attention for a while, caused the flames of the smelting furnace to turn into a horse, trying to run out, but William waved him back.

Zhang Qiu glared at Ron and quickly continued to control the flame. The copper block in the smelting furnace had just been heated.

Zhang Qiu was a little dumbfounded to scrap a piece of red copper from William again.

The magic mask she made last time was pretty good. It had a first-level confusion pattern engraved on it, which could prevent the wizard from discovering the wearer's face through perception.

William suggested that she first master the engraving technology of white iron materials, and then try red copper, white iron, red copper, mithril, and fine gold. The higher the level, the harder it is to smelt.

So far, William has not made an adamantine magic weapon because the cost of failure is too high. To refine the failed adamantine material, one ounce of liquid can purchase the same size of mithril.

"Why are you asking Cedric?" William asked casually.

"I almost won Wizards Chess last time. This time I was at home during the holidays. I studied a few new tactics and prepared to compete with him."

Ron raised his head and pretended to say loudly.

"Are you very good at wizard chess?" Olivia, who was standing behind Zhang Qiu, turned around and asked.

"I'm in Gryffindor, so I can be ranked among the top five." Hearing this beautiful woman's question, Ron immediately regained his spirits.

"In the club, Zhang Qiu is no match for me. Cedric is pretty good and is on par with me."

The little lion's level of fighting is number one at Hogwarts, so let's just play chess.

A witch as clever as Hermione was, like William, not interested in such time-wasting entertainment.

That's why Ron Weasley was ranked below Percy, Wood and others.

"Shall we have a game?" Olivia said, "My name is Olivia Brown, and I just joined the club today."

"I'm Ron Weasley, Ms. Brown, this way please!" Ron raised his hand towards the sofa area in the classroom, looking like a master.

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. They had just agreed to help Harry find clues about Nicolas Flamel in the afternoon.

When dinner started, when Neville came in, Penello and the others were still in the demolition office, working hard with their notes.Ron and Olivia changed from a game of wizard chess to an n game, and the two players were equally skilled at chess.

While applying Neville's medicine, Harry asked, "Ron, don't you want dinner?"

"Haha, Olivia, you are also a master." Ron said, "Shall we continue next time?"

"Okay." Olivia agreed immediately.

A group of people left the classroom together to go to the auditorium for dinner, and William continued to stay inside to make potions.

Only William, Nagini, Aohai, and Little Parrot were left in the demolition office. William took out the ingredients and prepared to cook. Not long after it was ready, Fu Rong began to call William.

Since Francis bought this gift for Fleur at a high price, he has been cured of his "fear of trust".

It’s just that William is a little helpless. Starting from yesterday, he probably will have to spend more than an hour with Furong in the future. The chat content ranges from learning spells, potions, alchemy, to his various activities at school.

"Hi, good evening, William." Fleur said while sitting on a chair in the dormitory.

"Good evening, Fleur," said William.

"Hi, hello, I'm Elizabeth Brown." One of Fleur's roommates lowered his body behind Fleur and said friendly.

"Hello." William said with a smile: "Elizabeth, you're gone. You have beautiful breasts."

"Ah!" Elizabeth quickly raised her body. She was wearing her pajamas and said hello to William.

Ji Chongchong said something to Furong in French, "I'm going to take a shower, so I won't disturb you and your little lover's date", and left the dormitory with a slight shy smile.

Seeing Fleur talking in English, the witch thought that William did not understand French, but William had already recorded all the major languages ​​in the world into the brain.

But for the sake of the girl's face, William pretended not to understand.

Fleur looked at the blackboard and movie screen behind William and wondered, "It's so late, and you're still in the classroom?"

William explained: "I applied to Professor Dumbledore for a professor's room to use for alchemy. I usually tutor my classmates, and sometimes I use it to study overtime. It's too noisy during breaks, and Gryffindor is usually very lively."

"Now I usually do some magic experiments here, such as alchemy and refining potions."

"Yo, you're really good. You've already started taking apprentices. I taught you alchemy. Do you want to call me teacher instead?" Fu Rong covered her mouth and smiled.

"I'm self-taught, who pestered me yesterday to ask about alchemy." William laughed.

Fu Rong said softly: "Hmph, why is Professor Dumbledore so lenient to you, not only allowing you to bring your servants into and out of the school, but also giving you a classroom?"

William thought for a few seconds and said seriously: "Because he is Dumbledore."

Fu Rong blinked her beautiful eyes, and said coquettishly, "What is the reason?"

William, who felt shocked, looked slightly stunned and quickly responded: "Actually, this is the only reason why I think I can answer your question."

Fleur tilted her head and looked at William in the mirror, frowning playfully and said, "I always feel like you are trying to deal with me, but I also think you are right. Professor Dumbledore is indeed the only one."

With a cute expression, short silver hair, and a charming look, even William couldn't help but feel moved by this beauty. This is just a fourteen-year-old girl. If she grows up in a few years, she will probably be a charming Apollin.

"Do you know what's going on with Nicolas Flamel?" William quickly calmed down and changed the subject, mentioning Nicolas Flamel who lost the Philosopher's Stone. This great wizard will not die immediately, but his life has entered a countdown.

Fu Rong was a little unaccustomed to William changing the subject, but in her heart she was very proud of William's demented expression just now, and replied: "I don't know, this old gentleman is very mysterious, and it will only appear in special circumstances."

"Even you don't know." William thought deeply.

"Hmph, I don't know much. For example, a certain person has close relationships with many girls in school, and even refined a third-level magic longbow for a beautiful female centaur warrior." Fu Rong said with her mouth puffed up. .

William was a little surprised and smiled: "You know too much."

He was thinking about who the spy was, and he was actually related to Fleur. The most suspicious ones were the Slytherins.

The relationship between the British and French pure-blood families is very close. The two sides cooperate in common interests, such as suppressing civilian wizards, and compete with each other in some business fields, such as blocking each other's commercial dumping.

French alchemy is advanced, while British potion science is advanced. Both sides import each other's magic products while trying to acquire the other's high-level technology to achieve self-sufficiency.

"Hmph, then come to France to find me and arrest me." Fleur said proudly.

"Oh, catch him, hang him up and beat him." William laughed.

"Hmph, come and try, see who catches who, and then gets hung up and beaten." Furong raised her small iron fist and threatened without any threat.

"It's so scary, I don't even dare to come." William laughed, and his wand danced under the table, catching the porcelain bowl that Nagini accidentally dropped.

William asked Nagini to start practicing more subtle magic manipulation, from using magic to cut meat and vegetables, to controlling flames to stir-fry, and finally to cleaning dishes.

"Fu Rong, if you have time, I'd like to ask you what's going on with this old gentleman. I think you might have a chance to become his heir." William said softly.