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Chapter 0061 Leg-Lock Curse and Nicolas Flamel

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Snape lost face to Ye Ting, and the Gryffindors gloated about it, but within a few days they were retributed.

For Gryffindor's next match against Hufflepuff, Snape will be the referee.

The young lions were all dumbfounded. They doubted Snape's fairness, but even Captain Wood could do nothing about it and offered to follow the rules of the game to prevent Snape from finding a fault.

But Harry Potter had other concerns. He felt that Professor Snape applied to be a referee to deliberately get close to him. Ron also held the same view and made a suggestion: "Do not participate in the game. Say you are sick, such as breaking your leg or something."

"I can't do that," Harry said, "There's no replacement seeker on the team." If I quit, the Gryffindor team won't be able to play."

Just then, Neville stumbled headfirst into the common room. No one could guess how he had gotten out of the portrait hole because his legs were stuck tightly together. Harry and the others knew at a glance that it was a leg-locking spell that had been cast. He must have hopped like a rabbit all the way up the stairs and into the Gryffindor common room.

They both laughed out loud, but after laughing at this leg-locking spell, he knew he could do nothing about it. Finally, Harry offered to go to the library to ask Ye Ting for help because, among the wizards his age, his is the most superb.""

I know where he is. Just now, I was in the library looking for clues about Nicolas Flamel, and I saw him and Hermione Granger reading together. I really don't know how they can keep reading." Ron mentioned.

They found Ye Ting in a corner of the library. Ye Ting casually snapped his fingers, and Neville's legs parted at once. He stood up, trembling all over.

"Oh, so cool." Hermione looked at him enviously: "You actually managed to cast a spell without a wand. I heard that only powerful and skilled wizards could do that. How did you manage to do this?"

It's very simple. Do you remember the magic that we used unconsciously before we got a wand?" Ye Ting patiently explained: "If you want to cast spells without a wand, you should remember the feeling at the time, and then try to control it with your consciousness. When you are able to consciously control it, you can start learning the beginnings of wandless casting. If you want to learn it, I can teach you later."

Hermione nodded excitedly, but the three next to her were confused. Eventually, Neville spoke to Ye Ting: "Thank you for helping me dispel this magic."

Ye Ting shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.

But Hermione asked curiously, "What happened? Who cast the leg lock spell on you?"

"Malfoy," Neville said with a shaky voice, "I ran into him outside the library. He said he's been looking for someone to practice this spell on."

"It's Malfoy again." Ye Ting rolled his eyes helplessly, "This guy is always up to something."

"You need to go find Professor McGonagall!" Hermione urged Neville, "Tell on him!"

Neville shook his head.

"I don't want to get into any more trouble." He mumbled vaguely.

"You have to be brave and deal with him, Neville!" Ron said, "He's always been overbearing, and there's no reason to cave in before him and make it easy for him, just like Ye Ting did last time."

"You don't have to tell me I'm not courageous to be in Gryffindor. Malfoy has already said that to me." Neville said with a choked voice.

Harry reached into the pocket of his robes, pulled out a piece of chocolate, and handed it to Neville. Neville looked like he was about to cry.

"You're better than twelve Malfoys," Harry said. "The Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor, didn't it? Where is Malfoy? In the obnoxious Slytherin house."

Neville unwrapped the horseshoe-shaped chocolate, and his lips twitched into a feeble smile.

"Thank you. Harry... I'd like to go to bed now. Do you want the card? You collect cards, don't you?"

After Neville left, Harry looked at the famous wizard card.

He winced backwards and stared at the back of the card, then looked up at Ron.

"I found him!" He whispered, "I've found Flamel! I told you guys I've seen that name somewhere before, and it turns out, I saw it on the train coming here, listen to this: 'Dumbledore's widely known contributions include: defeating the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovering twelve uses for dragon's blood, and working with partner Nicolas Flamel in alchemy!'"

"Nicolas Flamel is good at alchemy." Ron was also pleased: "This will narrow down the search."

After saying that, he looked at Hermione and Ye Ting, both of whom showed a helpless expression.

"Hey, remember what Hagrid said last time?" Ron reminded them loudly: "He mentioned Nicolas Flamel, aren't you guys curious at all?"

"Of course not." Hermione looked odd, and it took a while before she stifled a sentence: "I am curious, but we already know who Nicolas Flamel is."

"You already know who Nicolas Flamel is?" Ron's jaw dropped and he looked shocked. They had been going through the library for ages without finding a single word about Nicolas Flamel.

"Now that you know," Harry pleaded to Hermione, "can you tell us who Nicolas Flamel really is? We've been looking for a long time, and it's really important."

"Can I?" Hermione looked at Ye Ting with a questioning expression.

Ye Ting sighed and nodded. "Since they already have a clue, it's only a matter of time before they find out about Nicolas Flamel."

So, Hermione cleared her throat and lowered her voice like an actress and said, "Nicolas Flamel is the one and only wizard who has created the Philosopher's Stone, that is known to everyone!"

Her words did not have the effect she expected.

"What stone?" Harry and Ron asked.

"Oh, come, do you two read books or not? You don't even know about the Philosopher's Stone."

She shook her head and explained, "The Philosopher's Stone is a magical substance with astounding functions. It can turn any metal into pure gold, and can also create a potion so that people who drink it will never die. For many centuries, there have been many reports about the Philosopher's Stone, but the only one that currently exists belongs to Nicolas Flamel, a famous alchemist and opera lover. He celebrated his 665th birthday last year and now lives in seclusion in Devon with his wife Perenelle (658 years old)."

"Is that clear?" After explaining, Hermione analyzed, "That big dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosophers Stone! I bet Flamel asked Dumbledore to keep it for him because they were friends, and he knew someone was trying to steal the stone. That's why he transferred the Philosopher's Stone from Gringotts."

"A stone can turn metal into gold and make you immortal!" Harry said, "No wonder Snape was looking for it! Anyone would want it!"

"No wonder we couldn't find Flamel in the Modern Magical History book." Ron suddenly realized, "Since he's 665 years old, he can't be considered modern, can he?"

However, Ye Ting's cold words broke their excitement: "I have to warn you, precious treasures like the Philosopher's Stone are usually associated with great danger. Ordinary thieves are not likely to think of stealing the Philosopher's Stone. As we all know, Dumbledore is Nicolas Flamel's friend. The person who still thinks of stealing the Philosopher's Stone after knowing that Dumbledore is involved, must be a powerful dark wizard. It would be too dangerous for you to intervene."