Chapter 37 Nicolas Flamel Is at Least Several Hundred Years Old

In mid-December, heavy snow fell from the sky. Hogwarts Castle stood in the ice and snow, and the Black Lake was also covered with a layer of ice.

Hagrid dragged a several-meter-high fir tree into the campus, leaving a long dragging mark on the several-foot-thick snow.

Inside the castle, there was laughter everywhere. Most of the students were packing their luggage and preparing to go home for Christmas. Even the naughty ghosts would stop and say Merry Christmas.

There were twelve medium-sized Christmas trees on both sides of the auditorium. Professor Flitwick was decorating the largest Christmas tree at the front of the auditorium, and Aaron was helping him below.

Candles, colored paper, lamps and golden star models were placed on the Christmas tree one by one by the two people using the floating spell.

With the last star placed on the top of the tree, the Christmas tree was decorated particularly beautifully.

"Done, Professor, Merry Christmas." Aaron wiped the sweat from his forehead. Decorating a Christmas tree was nothing to him, but he had done almost half of the Christmas trees in the entire auditorium.

This workload is a bit heavy. Although the levitation spell is simple, his magic power has barely reached four digits, and he can't afford to squander it.

Especially since he doesn't want to attract too much attention now, he uses a magic ring to seal half of his magic power. It is really not easy to use the magic power of an intermediate magician to do such physically demanding work.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Gaius." Professor Flitwick said with a smile, "Slytherin plus ten points, this is what I promised you.

But your talent is really good. You are only a first-year student, but your magic power level is almost catching up with the fourth-year students."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Aaron also smiled. He would add one point if he could, so that his system task would be guaranteed.

"Then professor, I'll leave first if there is nothing else.

After all, I'm still quite tired after working hard for a whole morning."

"Go! Child."

Aaron picked up Abe, found a seat in the auditorium and sat down, and casually flipped through a book about magical creatures.

Harry and Ron were playing Wizard Chess next to him. Harry was obviously a novice and had to think carefully about every move.

Ron, however, seemed to have been through many battles and was having a lot of fun. Of course, it was not ruled out that he was bullying the weak.

The vivid magic chess pieces were constantly fighting on the chessboard under the control of the two chess players, and the sound of ping-pong could be heard from time to time.

At this time, Hermione came over and frowned at the destroyed chess pieces, saying, "This is too barbaric."

"This is Wizard Chess." Ron chuckled and put away the chess pieces, "Have you packed your luggage?"

"Yours are not packed."

"The plan has changed. My parents decided to go to Romania to see my brother Charlie, who is studying dragons there."

Aaron found that Abe had his ears erected, and it was obvious that he was still very curious about the news of other dragons.

"Great! You can help Harry.

He is going to the library to look for information about Nicolas Flamel."

"We have searched a hundred times." Ron said with some complaints.

"Nicolas Flamel?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere."

"Aaron, have you heard of it?" Harry was overjoyed. They had been looking for it in the library for so long without any results, but they didn't expect the answer to be right beside them!

"I've heard of it, but why are you looking for that old man?

His temper is very strange. He was warm and gentle one second, and the next second he was bleak."

Harry dodged his eyes and explained, "We are not looking for him, we just want to get to know him briefly."

"Really?" Aaron smiled playfully, "I don't believe it.

You three are all first-year wizards. Logically, you should not have any intersection with him. You shouldn't even have heard of his name. Why did you think of looking for him!

What is the purpose?"

"Uh..." Harry hesitated, not knowing whether to express their suspicion.

"Harry!" Ron shook his head slightly at him. At present, only the three of them knew about this matter, but if Aaron, who had a close relationship with Snape, was added in, the risk would be greatly increased.

Seeing the situation deadlocked, Hermione interrupted and said, "Tell him! Do you still not trust Aaron's character?"

"It's not that I don't trust him, but... I don't want to involve him." Harry said, "You know, his relationship with that person..."

Hermione rolled her eyes speechlessly, knowing that with the degree of suspicion Harry and Ron had about Snape, it was absolutely impossible to trust Aaron 100%.

"Aaron." Hermione said coquettishly, "Can you tell us about Nicolas Flamel? This is very important to us."

"Okay! But I don't know much.

The last time I saw him was when I was four years old, and my grandfather took me to France."

"France? Nothing else?" Harry said in surprise, "For example, what does he do?"

"Alchemist!

But he is not an ordinary alchemist. My grandfather had to give him some face. He also brought a batch of precious magic materials when he went there. "

Several people looked at each other. It seems that the books on alchemy need to be checked in detail.

"Anything else?" Harry continued to ask.

"Also, that guy is very old."

"You don't need to tell me about that." Ron smiled and shook his head. "He is a magician who can be related to Dumbledore. He probably has a white beard."

"That's not necessarily true.

Dumbledore is a well-known white magician. His social circle is wider than you think.

For example, the Minister of Magic, some pure-blood families, the Hogwarts Board of Directors, and the magical foreign ministries of various countries.

Even some races living in the dark, werewolves, giants, vampires and..."

"Stop talking." Ron patted his little heart, "I was wrong, Aaron.

I shouldn't interrupt, you continue."

"Tsk! "Aaron curled his lips in disdain and explained, "The age I'm talking about may be older than you think. Even Dumbledore can only be considered a junior in front of him."

"Not really!" Hermione's mouth twitched, "Dumbledore should be more than a hundred years old this year!"

"Hermione, wizards are different from Muggles. Their lifespans are much longer.

What's more, there are too many ways for wizards to prolong their lives. Conventional ones include various potions, elixirs...

As for unconventional ones, you can go to Knockturn Alley and ask. Any wizard there knows ways to prolong their lives, but they are basically full of blood and violence, and may not be useful."

"Gulp!" Hermione swallowed, "Forget it.

How old is Nicolas Flamel?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" Ron couldn't control his emotions, "Then why did you say so much just now..."

"Calm down, calm down.

I was only four years old at that time, at best a little bit better than a three-year-old child, how could I remember so much?

Moreover, do you think it is appropriate for a four-year-old child like me to ask the age of a great wizard?

Even if it is appropriate, will Nicolas Flamel answer me?

But there is one sentence that I remember clearly.

When Nicolas Flamel opened the door for me and my grandfather, he said: 'The child of Gaius who came here last time was your great-grandfather. '

In addition, let me remind you that my great-grandfather was a little bit better than me when he met him. He was a five-year-old child and was brought over by my great-great-grandfather.

This means that he at least knew my great-great-grandfather. "

Three people:......

"According to this, Nicolas Flamel should be at least more than two hundred years old!" Hermione said, and then suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help patting her forehead, "I was wondering why Nicolas Flamel's name could not be found in the books of famous wizards in modern times!

The book recording his information should be pushed back at least one or two hundred years! "

"Maybe more than that!" Aaron said lightly, "His position in the hearts of some older generation wizards is not comparable to Dumbledore.

That's all I know, the rest depends on you to find it yourself."

"Thank you, Aaron." Hermione smiled, "At least the modern wizards can be ruled out. If you really can't find it, you can only go to the restricted area."

"Oh, the restricted area?

You need a professor's approval to read there, but you...excuse me, you don't have the qualifications for the time being."

"Then can you help us? Every professor likes you very much. If you go to borrow..." Harry said excitedly, but was interrupted by Aaron before he finished.

"Sorry, I can't help you with this. I suggest you don't do it.

It's quite dangerous for first-year freshmen to touch banned books, not to mention that your purpose of going there is not to study."

Harry scratched his head awkwardly, and was too embarrassed to ask Aaron for help.