In the next few days, Weston went to see his two disciples again. After leaving a notebook of his own, he left without staying any longer. He didn't even see Dumbledore or Snape.
Devon, France.
This is just an ordinary town in France. If no one knew, who would know that the famous Nicol Flamel lived in seclusion here.
Feeling the nearly undetectable magic power fluctuations in front of him, Weston couldn't help but sigh. The Red Loyalty Curse is really a very practical magic. The magic power fluctuations are so well concealed. Even if Dumbledore comes, if
Without Nico's permission, it would probably be difficult to find this place.
Even though Nico's manor is right here, without enough strength, it would be difficult to discover it!
What a troublesome thing! Weston complained secretly in his heart, but the movement of his hand did not slow down, and he shot out a series of magic rays slightly awkwardly, and a wooden door suddenly appeared in front of him.
Seeing this, Weston smiled and nodded, took a step forward, and walked inside.
"I knew it was you, but you're still so rude, Weston!" Nico's voice rang out as soon as he walked in, "But besides you, I think only that guy Albus can find him.
It’s here!”
"You are getting more and more hidden here, Nico!" Weston shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "Although, it has no effect on me!"
"You are a pervert!" Nico scolded, opened his arms and gave him a fierce hug, "However, I still want to say, welcome to Flamel's house!"
"It's not my first time here!" Weston also hugged Flamel, but he said without mercy, "Besides, I'm not here to visit you, but I have something to ask you for!"
"It doesn't matter, I wish you could come!" Nico didn't care at all. He took his arm and walked towards his small manor.
"Perenelle, come and see, who is here?" Nico started shouting before entering the room.
"In this place you are looking for, besides Albus and Weston, who else can come here! Old guy, should you use alchemy to create your brain?" The voice was soft and the content was hot.
That's Perenelle's style.
Weston glanced at Nico's already embarrassed face with a half-smile, and said, "Perenelle, your wisdom is still so outstanding. Nico's luck is so enviable!"
"It's really you, Weston!" The window upstairs opened, and Perenelle's youthful beauty was revealed. After seeing Weston, a smile immediately appeared on her pretty face.
With a dazzling smile, "I'll go down right away and wait for me in the living room!"
"She is always so kind to you!" Nico said sourly.
"Of course, I thought you always knew that your charm is not as good as mine!" Weston glanced at Nico and walked straight towards the living room without letting him lead the way.
"Hey!" Nico wanted to retort as soon as he heard this. Seeing that Weston ignored him, he shook his head helplessly.
After entering the living room, after another round of greetings, Weston revealed the reason for his visit.
"You mean, you want me to take over the British Magic Guild instead of you?" Nico looked at Weston in surprise, "Is it because of your marriage?"
"It's not just because of marriage." Weston thought for a while, but still felt that he could talk more to Nico, so he said, "If I remember correctly, you should know my life experience, right?"
"Of course, fallen angel, isn't it?" Nico raised his eyebrows, "It has something to do with this?"
"Yes!" Weston nodded, "What would you think if I told you that I am Belial's heir?"
"Beryl? Which Belial?" Nico was startled at first, and then his eyes widened, "Oh my God, it can't be the Belial of the Seven Lords of Hell, right? Today is not April Fool's Day!"
"How could I joke about such a thing!" Weston rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "Uncle Mostima has found me and told me that my father asked me to go home once. After the wedding, I
I’m about to go there.”
"Go home?" Nico was stunned for a moment, then realized and swallowed, "You mean, you want to go to hell?"
"I'm afraid that's the case!" Weston nodded helplessly, "You know, there are not many people with the ability to take charge of the Magic Guild, and the only one who can reassure me is you. Dumbledore
You know the professor’s character!”
"I think I understand what you mean!" Nico gradually came back to his senses and nodded slowly, "But, have you really made your decision and do you want to go?"
"I'm afraid I have to go, Nico." Weston sighed, "According to my cheap uncle, his power is the weakest among the seven kings of hell. Even so, he can easily kill this
The world is destroyed, you should know what this feels like."
"I can't let the whole world be buried with me because of my own reasons!" Weston smiled lightly, "What's more, I am Belial's only heir. Maybe the situation is not as bad as we thought!"
"Wizards don't believe in gods, but I am willing to believe in him at this moment!" Nico patted him on the shoulder, "If he can let you return safely."
"I'm afraid he's not qualified enough!" Weston smiled bitterly, "As far as I know, Belial's power was one of the best even in ancient times. I'm afraid most of the gods we know are his subordinates.
, even if you are not a subordinate, you will not be stronger than him!"
"And, I have to remind you, Nico, you want to ask a god to bless the son of the Lord of Hell? I personally suggest that Perenel's idea is really good. Maybe you can consider using alchemy to replace a brain.
.”
"Fuck you!" Nico rolled his eyes, "I'm still worried about you, and you still talk like that."
"It's just a joke!" Weston smiled, took out a piece of parchment and handed it to Nico, "This is my idea about the magic university. Maybe, I may not have enough time to complete it.
Please, Nico!"
"Don't worry, I will try my best!" Nico stopped making trouble and solemnly took the parchment over without opening it. He simply put it in his pocket and patted it gently.
"Thank you, I think you won't refuse to provide me with a meal, right?" Feeling the somewhat heavy atmosphere, Weston shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "How about some hot pot? I like that.
!”
"No, absolutely impossible!" Nico almost jumped up from the ground, "Absolutely not, that thing can kill me! Hell, I was just pitying you, and you actually want my life.
!”
"It's just hot pot, not poison!" Weston looked at Nico innocently, "How could it be so scary?"
"Bah!" Nico spat in an unflattering tone, "You are truly worthy of being a graduate of Hogwarts. You are as shameless as Albus."
"Ha, if you say that, I have to argue with you..." Weston said disdainfully and began to communicate "cordially" with Nico.
Perenel looked at this scene with a smile, and a tear slipped down the corner of his eye for some unknown reason...