"Don't worry Draco, Miss Greengrass knows how to measure things."

Astoria has not come to see Bree during this period of time because she knows that Bree is not too special to her. She has been alone during this period of time, always looking for other colleges, especially Hercules.

Chipachi.

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At night, Bree passed through the turret and used her notes to return to Diagon Alley.

"dad!"

Nico pounced on him and said happily: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why did you come back? Do you want me anymore?"

Vern saw Nico's coquettish look and said with great disdain: "Little brat, are you still sucking milk?"

As he said that, he glanced at Brie and said: "You are always like this. Once you live a stable life in a place, you don't want to move. Look, the Fantasy Game is so famous. You don't even come back to see it.

It's me and Tom running it."

Ver complained and spat out a few mouthfuls of sparks, looking very angry.

"Sorry." Brie smiled reassuringly, then hugged Nico, who had gained a lot of weight, and sat down on the sofa opposite Mr. Nico Flamel.

"I'm very sorry to hear such news. In fact, you can live longer and study more mysteries of alchemy."

Mr. Nico Flamel has now become an old man. His gray beard is very messy. It seems that he has not taken care of it seriously for a long time. In his arms, he has been holding a

An orange-yellow egg.

In Bree's perception, the egg is absorbing Mr. Flamel's life and growing.

"Haha." Mr. Flamel smiled and shook his head. He said calmly: "Death is just a new beginning."

"You know, Odd, why I decided to make the Philosopher's Stone in the first place."

Mr. Flamel did not wait for Buri's answer, and just said to himself: "It's just to study alchemy. I need time. How can it be enough in just a few decades... But as time goes by, my alchemy

It is indeed growing, but I can't see the end. My whole life has been devoted to alchemy... This is endless, and I am tired."

Mr. Flamel sighed, but when he saw the egg in his arms, he was very pleased and said: "This is my last research, I hope you can take good care of it."

"Of course, sir, I'll give it the best place to go."

Bree has already understood from Nico Flamel that the life he gave birth to is still a dragon, but compared to other dragons, it is relatively weaker because it is a bone dragon with no body, only a soul and a skeleton. Waiting for it

After breaking out of the shell, it still needs constant feeding from its owner in order to grow.

"Haha, I believe you, Ode."

"Bangdang..."

The door was pushed open and everyone looked over.

"I'm late, Bree."

Tom came back from the outside with a tired look on his face, but with a faint smile. He also held a briefcase in his hand. It was obvious that the things inside were very important, so he used a lot of protective magic.

"You should get some rest, Tom."

When Tom heard about Bree's relationship, his smile deepened.

"You'll be happy to hear that, Bree."

Tom did not respond to Bree's words, but patted the briefcase, handed the things to Bree, and said softly: "I have acquired several good shops in the wizarding world in other countries. As long as the time comes, we will

You can expand your industry at any time.”

This is indeed good news, but production capacity can no longer keep up.

Seemingly knowing Bree's concerns, Tom said: "Nico has already cultivated more than a dozen flowers with spiritual consciousness. As long as you confirm, we can create more than a dozen flower elves. Although the flower elves are talented in alchemy,

It’s not that high, but it’s completely sufficient for making fantasy games.”

is that so?

Bree turned his attention to Nico, who pouted and glared at Tom. He actually didn't want more flower elves to appear at all, but this was Bree's order. He could only say truthfully: "Yes,

dad."

Hearing the reluctance in Nico's tone, Brie rubbed Nico's little head.

"I have made a batch of special alchemy jewelry before, which can awaken the flower elves. Ver, go and prepare them and give them to Nico."

Verle gloated: "I know, I will hand it over to the little brat completely."

Here, Mr. Flamel looked at such a scene, leaning on the sofa very comfortably, smiling. He thought, Bree is very caring and polite to the people around him, and he is not a master at all, so there must be no problem.

, maybe Dumbledore thought wrongly, how could Bree become the big devil.

"Ahem." Mr. Flamel felt that his vitality was getting weaker and weaker, and he said slowly: "Then, everything is left to you, Oude. I hope my books can help you."

Mr. Flamel closed his eyes completely...

Bree was silent for a long time. He did not expect that Mr. Flamel would choose to leave at this time.

"Inform Dumbledore. He is the only person I can think of who Mr. Flamel knows."

It was Mr. Flamel that Dumbledore found for Bree. Naturally, he had to make it clear to Dumbledore.

Bree bowed to Mr. Flamel, and then took out the dragon egg that had stopped absorbing life from Mr. Flamel's arms. Bree said without hesitation: "I'm going back to Hogwarts first. We don't need this dragon egg."

A defective product. He is still raising the egg bred by his own patron saint and has no time to take care of it.

Brie looked at the night outside the window and said a little tiredly: "That's it for today, I'll go back first."

For the time being, Bree couldn't make it clear that he could leave Hogwarts at will. He could only say sorry for Mr. Flamel's funeral.

Back in the turret, Bree put the egg transformed by his patron saint on the bed. This egg had been gestating for a long time, and he could feel that it would break out of the shell in the next few days, so he had to take it with him.

The next morning, Bree woke up from the corner tower. Today was the weekend and the Quidditch match at Hogwarts. In order to ensure that the match went smoothly, the time of the Fantasy Game Club was even adjusted.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then please take your place!" Mrs. Hooch flew on the Quidditch field on a broom and ordered to the Quidditch players who were already standing neatly below.

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"Now, the game begins!"

"Shh!"

As soon as the whistle blew, the Quaffle was thrown up, and the Quidditch players rushed up on their broomsticks. Today was the game between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and the red and yellow colors were fighting for it on the field.

"Oh, great!"

"Boom!"

Just as Ron shouted, a muffled thunder flashed in the sky, startling him.

"Humph." Draco was not far from the Gryffindor auditorium. He sneered. He didn't even bother to talk about Ron's embarrassment. He turned to Bree and said: "The sun came out a few days ago. Look.

, the snow has been melted by the sun, and now it has turned into rain.”

"Maybe we'll see Drunken Potter. Players playing on the court are prohibited from using any magic."

With that said, Draco took out his wand and cast a fire and water invulnerability spell on himself, and also cast one on Bree.

Bree sat in the stands and looked at the sky. He felt something was wrong.

Today, Dumbledore went to attend to the funeral of Mr. Flamel, so he did not come. But because of Dumbledore's absence, it seemed that no one could suppress the dementors.

"Be careful, Draco."

Bree closed his eyes and felt a sense of death in the cold wind, which was exactly the same as that of the dementors. He didn't know whether this was Dumbledore's arrangement or a mistake by the Ministry of Magic, or whether it was Black again.

Decided to take action.

Then Peter is still tied up on the first floor of the turret, so he must not be Black.

"Tick tock!"

Raindrops were falling, but Bree had the invulnerability spell cast by Draco on her body, so she didn't feel cold at all.

However, the feeling of raindrops falling on the skin and clothes without touch was too strange. Bree slightly used her magic power to hold up a protective shield and shelter Draco in it.

"Oh, this is much easier to use than the Water and Fire Invulnerability Curse."

Draco glanced at Bree with admiration, then looked at the flustered players on the Quidditch pitch with interest.

Draco quickly frowned and said, "Tomorrow is our game against Ravenclaw. Tsk, don't let the rain ruin the game."

"No, there is no example in school history of canceling a game because of rain. The wizards have many methods, but it seems that today's rain came suddenly, and the professors did not prepare any measures."

"ah!"

Just as Bree and Draco were talking, there were exclamations from the side.

"Dementors!"

"Oh my god, how did they get in, where is Professor Dumbledore?"

"Professor Dumbledore went to attend the funeral of Nico Flamel, and these dementors rushed in!"

"Harry!"

There was chaos on the court, and Bree frowned, hesitating whether to take action. Who knew if this was Dumbledore's plan? He didn't want to be caught by Dumbledore and go to the office to drink lemonade with nine spoons of sugar.
To be continued...