The Great Hall of Hogwarts at this moment looks particularly beautiful and spectacular because of the large number of Christmas decorations.
The walls were covered with hanging ribbons of holly and mistletoe, and twelve towering Christmas trees were erected throughout the room. Some of the trees were hung with shiny little icicles, while others had hundreds of twinkling ones. Candle.
Seeing Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick using magic to skillfully decorate this place so beautifully, Maka couldn't help but want to do some small experiments here.
He found a small, snow-white bottle from the inside of his coat, and carefully dropped a few drops of cold liquid on a stand under a Christmas tree.
"What did you pour down there?"
Professor McGonagall walked over quickly, but did not get angry immediately. It seemed that Maka's strategy to impress her last time really worked.
"Oh, Professor, you will know in a moment." Maka said with a smile.
As soon as Maka finished speaking, the effect of those few drops of liquid was already apparent. I saw a hazy white cold mist rising from under the Christmas tree. It did not always sink like other cold air, but instead circled around the Christmas tree and floated upward toward the enchanted ceiling.
In the white mist, there are faintly shining stars, giving this Christmas tree a very unique beauty.
"This is a semi-finished product that I made when I was studying potions. It looks beautiful, but it's a little cold." Maka looked at her masterpiece and felt quite satisfied.
"Yes, this looks really good!" Professor McGonagall also said with a rare smile, "Add a few drops to the other trees too! I think Albus will like this... I mean, Dumbledore professor."
Not far away, Hermione looked at the Christmas tree shrouded in white mist, her eyes flashing with gleaming light.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione said to Harry.
"Yeah! That's awesome!" Harry seemed to like it too.
"I prefer Professor Flitwick's golden bubbles. They look sparkling." Ron saw Professor Flitwick spraying out strings of golden bubbles with his wand and hanging them. On the branch of the newly moved tree.
Next to him, Hagrid was also admiring various decorations, but suddenly seemed to remember something. He turned his head and asked the three of them: "How many days are there until the holiday?"
"Only one day!" Hermione said, "Oh, that reminds me - Harry, Ron, we still have half an hour until dinner, we should go to the library."
"Oh, yes, you're right," Ron said, reluctantly looking away from Professor Flitwick.
"Library?" Hagrid said, following them out of the auditorium. "You're going to be reading on vacation? Isn't it too hard?"
"Oh, we're not reviewing our lessons," Harry told him cheerfully. "Ever since you mentioned Nico Flamel, we've been trying to figure out who he is."
"What!" Hagrid's expression looked horrified, "Listen to me - I told you, stop now! What that big dog is guarding has nothing to do with you."
"We just want to know who Nico Flamel is, nothing more," said Hermione.
"Are you willing to tell us to save us so much trouble?" Harry added, "We have read at least a hundred books these days, but we haven't even found his shadow - just give us a hint! I Know I've seen his name somewhere."
"I won't say anything," Hagrid said dryly.
"Well, how about asking Maka, Hermione?" Ron said to Hermione.
"I told you no, Maka is very busy recently, and I don't want to disturb him." Apparently, this is not the first time Ron has suggested asking Maka, but Hermione never seemed to agree.
"Isn't he idle right now! Look, he's still there helping the professors decorate the auditorium!" Ron looked at Maka, who was not far away from them, and said in confusion.
Hagrid stood nearby with an angry look on his face, watching the three children discussing this matter in front of him, and he simply didn't know what to say.
"I said no!" Hermione couldn't help shouting at Ron.
Her voice was obviously a bit loud. Maka turned around and looked at her in confusion. After speaking to Professor McGonagall, she walked over.
"What happened, Hermione? Why are you looking so angry again?" he asked curiously.
"No, it's nothing-" "Maka, who is Nico Flamel?" "Stop asking!"
Three answers in a row made Maka look at Hermione, Ron and Hagrid back and forth in surprise, and then said with a smile: "Hey - two to one, then I won't say anything."
"Uh, do you really know who Nico Flamel is?" Hermione asked subconsciously when Maka seemed to know.
"Do you want to know? If you want to know, I'll tell you." Maka thought to herself - you will know sooner or later.
"No, no need." Hermione pursed her lips and hesitated, then shook her head.
Unlike Harry's worries, Hermione simply wanted to know who Nico Flamel was. After seeing that Maka's progress had far exceeded hers, she just wanted to catch up with him through her own efforts, even if it was just in such a small thing.
Although she was a little curious about what important things were hidden behind the three-headed dog Luwei, for Hermione, how to obtain knowledge through her own efforts was the only thing she valued at the moment.
"Then we have to look for it ourselves." Ron couldn't help but feel a little frustrated when Maka didn't answer.
He felt that Maka had always been a good friend to him, just like Harry - even before he met Harry. But now, he refused to tell himself a small answer. He clearly knew who Nico Flamel was!
Of course, Ron was just a little unhappy. Friends were still friends after all, and Maka would always show him his homework when he needed it.
"Then... I'm going to the library." Hermione saw Ron pulling Harry to the door, and he was looking at her now!
"It's okay, let's go!" Maka smiled. He had no time to pay attention to Ron's childishness. Anyway, in two days he would definitely come to ask him to borrow his history of magic paper.
He waved to Hermione, but his mind was already elsewhere.
Yes, Nico Flamel. After Maka bumped into the three-headed dog Lu Wei that night, she had already checked all the relevant information about this great alchemist. But what made him hesitant was that he was not sure whether he should ask Dumbledore to introduce this legendary figure to him.
You know, in the near future, the only magic stone in the world that can give people eternal life will be destroyed.
However, let’s not mention whether Dumbledore would agree to his request. The key is, even if he succeeds in meeting Nico Flamel, what should he do next
Do you want to tell Flamel - oh, I want to borrow your alchemy notes to take a look, you know, the ones about the magic stone, you won't need it in the future anyway!
In fact, Maka felt that even if it was put in front of him, he wouldn't be able to understand it at all. What is alchemy? He didn't have a clue.
After pondering over it, he finally gave up - Dumbledore didn't even plan to use the Philosopher's Stone to renew his life. Obviously there must be some reason for this. He and Flamel have been good friends for a long time.
After rejecting this tempting plan again, Maka simply left and went to the Room of Requirement to make some preparations for this year's Christmas.
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The much-anticipated Christmas vacation has finally arrived, and many students have chosen to go home for Christmas. Some families have even planned a short-term Christmas family travel party. For wizards, traveling is as easy and convenient as going to work every day, and the nearly three weeks of Christmas vacation can hardly be used up!
On the way to the Hogwarts Express, everyone was laughing and talking, and it seemed like everyone was looking forward to this Christmas.
Maka still carried his lightweight suitcase, let the owl Marfa stand on her shoulders, and secretly left the platform of the Hogwarts Express - he wanted to go to Hogsmeade first to take care of the recent news. Send the prepared medicine in person and calculate the income so far.
The popularity of the Immortal Yin Potion is very good, and every batch of the potion will be sold out in a short period of time. Although this makes people happy, the serious shortage of production has gradually become apparent.
In fact, there is nothing you can do about it. The profits from preparing simple potions are usually very transparent. In the magic world with weak human resources, those who make more money will always be the best products.
"Those potion chain stores that make money by making small profits but quick sales are all supported by house elves!"
When Maka discussed this with her partner, Mr. Tyrande, the other party clearly told him the news.
"Behind those chain stores, there is usually one or even several pure-blood wizard families. Those are the properties of the powerful."
"Well, my dear Mr. Tyrande, I wish our business is prosperous again!" Maka said with a smile, "It's time for me to go - do you mind if I use your fireplace?"
"Oh - of course not, ahem... you don't mind, please use it as you like." Tyrande seemed to have a smile on her bandaged face.
God knows whether he smiled or not. You can only guess, since you can't see him.
"The Lovegoods" "Bang!"
"Oh - cough cough cough - May, Merlin!" Tyrande was frightened by the green flames rising high in the fireplace. "How did he do this? Ahem cough cough -"
He wasn't the first person to be frightened by the strange vision Maka had when she used Floo powder, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. This poor guy has developed a greater sense of awe for the mysterious Maka.
"... Ahem, shouldn't, ahem... should we find an opportunity to return the original 50, ahem... 50 gold galleons to him?" Tyrande stared blankly at the empty fireplace. , the cough got worse.