New Club

"So... what you are saying is that the child is actually the product of a combination of wizards' alchemy and Muggle biology?"

After Nicolas Flamel heard what Dumbledore said, he didn't speak for a long time.

This was an artificial life... Was it really possible?

In fact, as a great alchemist who was over six hundred years old. He was known for his own long life.

Indeed, I had already thought about such a proposition. That was, is it possible to create a living thing by using alchemy?

But he finally gave up on this terrible idea. Because this is immoral and against the laws of nature...

In his opinion. With his alchemy level, he could be able to refine a human body.

In fact, it was not very difficult. The difficulty part was that this is not life born naturally.

So... this lifeform... Even if it was successfully produced, it would most likely just be a lifelike mannequin! Just a shell! Because it would have no soul!

As wizards, they naturally knew that they had souls. Where else do the ghosts that haunt Hogwarts come from?

But now... Dumbledore told him it was possible.

He said that as early as decades ago, Grindelwald had been successful in this particular field.

Although the person who conducted this experiment was not known at all with the credibility being tested... It really worked out. This living body is not just an empty shell. Instead, a soul was born! That was Blake.

"Dumbledore! Can you be sure that there is nothing wrong with this child?" Nicolas Flamel asked seriously.

He even called Dumbledore by his last name. Dumbledore nodded, "He is a good boy, Nicholas. I'm willing to vouch for him. And . . . I promise you I won't let this kid go astray!"

Nicolas Flamel looked at Dumbledore through the communication book. After a while, he said: "Okay...you and I both know that alchemy has accidents... Like Blake..... he was able to be born with a soul, it was an accident... because it was impossible..."

"So...you should understand my caution...."

Dumbledore nodded. "I understand, so I always keep him away from bad things, or...people."

Nicolas Flamel nodded. "Okay then, tell that kid, Albus, that he passed my test. That manuscript was my gift to him. Also, you can let him browse my collection of books to his heart's content."

"By the way, I'll let your Pheonix take back the letter I wrote to him later..."

"Also, if he asks you any more questions about Alchemy, he can directly send this phoenix to deliver a letter to me. The Phoenix always finds me, doesn't it?"

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"Attention, Mr.Green. Don't lose your mind during the duel."

Quirrell (Voldemort) stood in front of Blake with a wand in his hand. Blake came back to himself from his daydreams.

He turned his gaze to the hidden, snake-like pupils in Quirrell's eyes. He really did not know what Voldemort was up to.

Didn't he make Quirrell paddle the entire time in the books? He was actually teaching himself Defense Against the Dark Arts? What exactly is he trying to do?

Was it because he was afraid that he was not strong enough, and that he will not be able to crush him in the future? Blake waved his wand resignedly.

"Expelliarmus!" Quirrell (Voldemort) waved his wand. He cleverly deflected Blake's deliberately straight spell. Then began to explain in the duel.

How the spell should be done skillfully with the least amount of force.

"Take away the opponent's spell..."

Blake just listened to a few words and knew that this guy was actually teaching real skills. Blake now seriously suspected that Voldemort was making himself a Horcrux and driving himself crazy... that could be the only reason.

Although Blake had no idea what the hell Voldemort was up to, no one doubted Voldemort's level!

So, even though he was a bad person, he had to teach the students something...

This made the boring Defense Against the Dark Arts class a lot more interesting.

Or maybe this was to make up for the regret of not being able to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts before?

After class, the little wizards all walked towards the door excitedly. When leaving, I said goodbye to Professor Quirrell politely.

It was completely different from the scene half a month ago. This was of course because the current Professor Quirrell has changed greatly from the previous month.

Some said it was because of Blake's illuminating spell incident. As a blessing in disguise, Quirrell was cured of most of his previous stuttering.

But for others who don't know. The professor just got better and started teaching the real stuff. This was a good thing. But for Blake, who knew everything, It felt shuddering.

Because he has no idea what this guy is planning! Blake and Hermione were about to walk out the classroom door together.

But he heard a voice... "Mr. Green, you stay here." Quirrell's voice sounded behind him.

Hermione, who didn't know what the reason was, said goodbye to Blake and left. Because in her opinion, this is normal.

After all, in so many Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, Professor Quirrell always asked Blake to demonstrate.

So pretty much everyone knew about that Blake was Professor Quirrell's favourite student.

Every time Blake heard that, he felt like he was getting goosebumps.

If only the system could recognize his own mood swings. He felt that he could burst out a supreme treasure chest for himself!

Blake tried to control his face. He put a look of adoration on his face.

Then he turned around and said to Professor Quirrell, "Professor! What do you want me to do?"

"Yes... Mr. Green. Have you ever heard of the clubs at school?" Professor Quirrell asked.

"Uh... I didn't know." Blake scratched his head. In fact, Hogwarts has many student societies.

Blake suddenly remembered about Professor Snape's mother, Eileen Prince.

When she was in school, he was the chairman of the school's Gobstone Club. It was just that these student associations were rarely mentioned in the original book. So Blake really wasn't very clear on that.

"I think you should join a club to expand your personal abilities."

"Because I personally think that you are one very talented little wizard with special talents.

There was a strange gleam in Quirrell's eyes.

"Then... Which club do you think I should join?"

"Actually..." Quirrell produced a piece of parchment and handed it to Blake.

"I want to set up a new school club, and you will be the chairman of the club."

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