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Chapter 90 Do I love learning?
Chapter 90 Do I love learning?
Nicolas Flamel took a thick book from the wall-mounted bookcase and handed it to Lane.
"So, I need to study this book next?" Ryan caught the massive work, which was as thick as two bricks, and weighed its weight.
If you throw this thing as a weapon, it will smash one by one, kill two by two, and if Voldemort's army were to invade, it could kill a thousand of them.
This is a true testament to the power of knowledge.
"Study this book? What's there to study in the table of contents?" Nicolas Flamel said, pointing to the mountain of books that had suddenly appeared in the living room. "These are the things you need to study."
He glanced at the massive tome in his hand, which was called a catalog, and then at the several thousand alchemy books in the small mountain.
A look of anxiety suddenly appeared on Ryan's face, as if he had just forgotten something and only then remembered it: "Headmaster and Mr. Lemaître, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do today. If there's nothing else here, I'll take my leave."
He took a step forward, wanting to run away and get away from this place of trouble.
The moment he tried to move, he found himself completely unable to move.
"I knew it. His first thought upon seeing so many books would definitely be this," Dumbledore said, turning his head and smiling.
"Shouldn't Ravenclaws love reading? I could have mastered these books in a decade or two back then." Nicolas Flamel shook his head, seemingly unable to understand a child who didn't enjoy studying.
"You need ten or twenty years, so what about me?" Lane was on the verge of tears. "And Nicolas Flamel's ten or twenty years isn't even a long time. How many ten or twenty years do I have?"
He felt a pathetic difference between himself, a short-lived species, and the only two long-lived human wizards currently existing in the magical world.
"Ignorant of spring and autumn, ignorant of morning and evening—" Ryan could only sigh and obediently sit down, an action that was not restricted.
If we were to rank the existing wizards, these two would definitely be among the top three.
In their eyes, Ryan was nothing more than a piece of meat, to be manipulated however they pleased.
He always felt a little uneasy because Dumbledore's behavior was too unusual.
Whether it's the somewhat extreme Voldemort capture plan or his current direct approach to Nicolas Flamel to teach alchemy to his students, all of this is unlike his usual style.
Even if the headmaster intends to strengthen the wizarding world as much as possible, why is he targeting me alone? These thoughts flashed through Ryan's mind.
"Mr. Lemaître, you know me, I'm still studying at Holz. I have other studies to attend to, and even if the sky were to fall, I wouldn't have the time to read so many books." Since he couldn't resist, Ryan needed to start bargaining.
"Even if the sky falls, you won't have that much time?" Le May said.
"Yes, sir, I really don't have that much time to finish reading all these books," Ryan said.
He had expected Nicolas Flamel to say he had plenty of time, that he would have plenty of time to read, but to his surprise, Flamel nodded.
He said, "You are indeed short on time. But the sky hasn't fallen, has it?"
"You wouldn't have time if the sky were to fall, but now that the sky hasn't fallen, don't you have time?"
I never imagined you were such an immortal alchemist. Please, don't tell lame jokes here. Ryan twitched his lips. Can anyone tell him why this legendary alchemist from the textbook is like this?
Thinking of Dumbledore's beloved piles of cockroaches and his sometimes crazy opening ceremony speeches, he couldn't help but wonder: Do people all become idiots when they get old?
Since the play had already gone this far, the master had to be acknowledged, so Ryan said, "Teacher, this joke isn't funny."
"Isn't it funny? I think it's quite funny."
Ryan: "Perhaps it was six hundred years ago."
Nicolas Flamel: "That's such a shame."
"It's unrealistic for you to read all these thousands of books in such a short time. Here's what we'll do: you have three days. Give me a reply after three days, anything you can say, just your insights from reading these books over these three days."
Dumbledore agreed: "That's good. I'll tell Minerva and the others that you need to conduct esoteric magical research for the next three days and won't be able to attend classes for the time being."
Ryan: "I'm not—."
"Of course I know that if Nico were willing to teach alchemy to anyone, that person would be overjoyed. You must control your excitement and learn calmly," Dumbledore interrupted him.
Ryan: "I wanted to say—"
"Yes, I know, I know. Don't worry, I'll take care of the Merlin Medal." Dumbledore naturally took over.
"The Order of Merlin?" Nicolas Flamel asked curiously. Although he believed that it was only a matter of time before Ryan earned the Order of Merlin, in his mind, Dumbledore would never be someone who sought benefits and honor for his students.
Upon hearing this, Dumbledore gave Merlin a detailed account of Voldemort's actions at Hogwarts during this period and their plan to capture Voldemort alive.
Nicolas Flamel first smiled slightly, then his smile froze as he glanced at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore nodded to Nicolas Flamel.
What kind of sign language was this? His words were repeatedly interrupted, causing Ryan to forget what he was about to say. He just felt that the two old wizards in front of him seemed to have some inexplicable tacit understanding.
"Oh, I see. Then I'll write some recommendation letters for Ryan too." Perhaps as compensation for the studious child, Nicolas Flamel also said.
Ryan: Actually, I'm not that passionate about studying...
The headmaster's office at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The tall but elegant Mrs. Olem Maxim received a letter from the oldest board member in the history of Beauxbatons School.
"Didn't you say there was no need to investigate that kid, Lane Wells?" She opened the letter and found that it indeed didn't contain a request for investigation.
Instead, he asked her to write letters to his friends in the Order of Merlin to help Ryan obtain the Order of Merlin!
"Merlin! A fifth-year student has received the Order of Merlin! And he even has recommendations from Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel!"
Mrs. Maxim found it increasingly absurd, even though the letter described the impact of the communicator, and although she strongly agreed with the two wizards' judgment and believed that the communicator would bring a different future to the magical world.
But isn't this a bit too hasty?
Let the communicators naturally change the wizards' lives. Wouldn't it be more logical, more convenient, and easier to then push for the Merlin Medal?
"Now I really want to meet this renowned master of prophecy in the magical world." After looking at the letter for a long time, Madam Maxim said with a smile, and then began to write letters of recommendation for the members of the Order of Merlin that she knew.
(What if the sky had fallen? But the sky didn't fall.)
(Vio, George Fred)