Reborn at Hogwarts - Chapter 155

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“Calm down, close your eyes, try to recall the scene at that time, and imagine that you are in it at this time…”

Nicole Flamel’s voice echoed in Ivan’s ears.

And Ivan followed his instructions and closed his eyes silently.

The picture that once brought him great fear in his memory gradually became clear with the precipitation of his thoughts.

Vaguely, Ivan seemed to see the huge stone bridge with a strong sense of decay and decay.

Behind the pieces of black feathers falling down in front of my eyes, in the distance where the sky and the sea meet, there seems to be a huge eagle raising its wings.

An indescribable fear seized him for a moment.

The next moment, Ivan suddenly opened his eyes, the veins on his forehead bulged, his breathing suddenly became extremely rapid, and a faint shadow quickly cast over his eyes.

“What did you see?”

Seeing that Ivan was in an abnormal state, Nicole Flamel hurried over and asked eagerly.

Ivan shook his head at him, pressed his chest with one hand, then opened his mouth and began to inhale desperately.

After taking a few deep breaths, the violently heaving chest gradually calmed down, and the face that had been suppressed and started to turn purple slowly returned to normal.

“What did you see, Ivan?”

Nicole Flamel asked again.

The old man’s expression was extremely anxious, but soon he realized his abnormality, and calmly recovered his calm expression.

Ivan has been silently observing his emotional changes, and seeing Nicole Flamel restrained, he also pretended to be nonchalant and said:

“nothing.”

“Why is there nothing?” Nicole Flamel suddenly raised the volume.

For a moment, Ivan saw a fierce light in his eyes very clearly, but it quickly disappeared.

“It’s really nothing.” Ivan replied flatly.

“Then you…why did you have that expression just now?” Nicole Flamel asked.

His expression calmed down strangely, but Ivan seemed to be able to see the murderous intent and anger that were rapidly accumulating and expanding in his eyes.

Ivan smiled.

“Crazy.” He said lightly.

Immediately he saw Nicole Flamel nodded and also smiled.

“Is it true?” asked the old man.

“Would I lie to you? You did all this to get rid of my ‘curse’!” Ivan’s tone could even be called aggrieved, “How could I lie to you?”

“Since you are unwilling to cooperate…” Ivan saw Nicole Flamel’s eyes calm down, “then I can only take extreme measures.”

The next moment, a red light exploded!

…

“By the way, Professor Dumbledore, how did you know the truth?”

In the living room, Zoe, holding a cup of hot water in her hands to keep warm, looked at Dumbledore curiously.

“Details determine success or failure.” Dumbledore smiled, “If you want to imitate a person, the most important thing is the details.”

“You mean, his details are not in place?” Zoe asked suspiciously.

“No. On the contrary, his details are flawless.” Dumbledore shook his head, “Remember when he was emotional, he slapped the table and broke his wrist?”

“Of course I remember. Isn’t Mr. Flamel’s health too bad?” Zooey sighed.

A complex emotion flashed in Dumbledore’s eyes.

“Yes, Nicholas’ health has always been poor, especially during the period of Grindelwald’s rise, it was almost the time when his health was at its worst.” Dumbledore said, “Just a simple handshake will break the bone— —So, in order to improve this problem, Nicholas spent a long time replacing his limbs with alchemy-made skeletons.”

“Alchemy…skeleton?”

Zooey was stunned.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, and looked at the direction where Nico Flamel and Ivan disappeared with sarcasm in his eyes, “He thought Nico Flamel was a good-for-nothing old man.”

“oh……”

Zooey understood what Dumbledore meant.

“He thought that Nicole Flamel was just an old man who was about to die, so he imitated it perfectly… But in fact, Mr. Flamel is not like this?”

Dumbledore nodded with a smile. He wanted to say something else, but at this moment, a loud bang exploded in the room like thunder!

The old and the young looked at each other.

Standing up at the same time, they headed straight for the direction the voice came from.

…

“Ahem…”

In the lingering smoke and dust, Ivan covered his mouth and nose, and coughed twice in a low voice.

The loud noise from the explosion made his eardrums ache. When he touched it, a stream of blood flowed down.

Ivan gritted his teeth.

“How did you see through me?”

In the smoke, a voice came from afar.

The voice seemed to come from all directions, and the direction it came from was erratic, and the voice fluctuated, as if the other party had been walking in the fog.

“See through what?” Ivan raised his voice, “Didn’t you write the words ‘I’m not Nicole Flamel’ on your face?”

Actually, no.

Ivan just habitually said some trash talk, and hoped to annoy the other party with this and let the other party show his flaws.

But he really guessed from the very beginning that Nicole Flamel was not himself.

It wasn’t that the other party showed a flaw, or that the disguise was not good enough, but that he faintly saw a little incongruity in Nicole Flamel’s body.

Just like Alger Rozier once, and Eddie who was controlled, although most of the time is normal, there are always a few moments where Nicole Flamel’s body movements and facial expressions will reveal A feeling of “stuck”.

A marionette?

Even now, Ivan, who can barely be called “well-informed” among adult wizards, can recognize that this is not the effect of the “Imperius Curse” among the three Unforgivable Curses.

It’s another kind of magic related to alchemy.

When it comes to alchemy, the real identity of this guy disguised as “Nicole Flamel” is ready to come out.

“Don’t you think you’re a little bit haunted?” cried Ivan. “Mr. Paracelsus?”

“On the contrary, I think you are too haunted, little Mr. Vesemir.”

After being directly named, Paracelsus no longer made any concealed actions, and his voice returned to its original timbre.

“No matter what plan I’m carrying out, I’m bound to be hacked by you. I don’t know if it’s my bad luck, or you are too stalking?”

There was no emotion in Paracelsus’ voice, and the understatement gave Ivan the feeling that he was negotiating with himself face to face.

Let yourself go… Today I decided to write something that feels like a cool, classic nonsense villain