Ch133- Flamel?

Ch133- Flamel?

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The next morning, Harry woke up with the sun barely cresting over the horizon. The castle was quiet, most of its inhabitants still lost in slumber. With a purpose in mind, he made his way toward Hagrid's hut, a small structure that always seemed to be teeming with the sounds of various magical creatures. As he approached the door, marked by its usual assortment of oddities, he raised his hand and knocked.

Inside, the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door before it creaked open. Hagrid, the half-giant Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts, peered down, his bushy eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Harry! Wha' brings yeh here so early?" His voice boomed in the quiet morning air.

"Just wanted to catch up, see how you're doing," Harry replied with a smile, trying not to let his eagerness to discuss his recent thoughts on magical creatures and their connections to magic show too much.

Hagrid's face broke into a wide grin. "Well then, come on in! I was jus' about to put on some tea." He stepped aside, allowing Harry to enter the cozy interior of the hut, which was filled with various magical paraphernalia and the comforting smell of woodsmoke.

As they settled at the sturdy wooden table with steaming mugs of tea, Hagrid couldn't help but ask, "So, what's on yer mind, Harry? Yeh don't usually come visit without somethin' brewin'."

Harry took a sip of his tea, gathering his thoughts. "I've been doing some reading, trying to understand more about magical creatures and how they connect to magic. I thought, who better to ask than you?"

Hagrid beamed, clearly pleased by the interest. "Well, yeh've come to the right place. What d'yeh want to know?"

Harry, eager to delve deeper into his newfound curiosity about magical creatures and their intricate ties to the essence of magic, posed his questions to Hagrid. "Do you have any idea about wand cores? How are they chosen? How do they change the attribute of the wand?" Harry's questions tumbled out one after the other, his eyes alight with the thirst for knowledge.

Hagrid, however, raised a hand, signaling Harry to pause. With a gentle chuckle, he said, "Harry, I might know a thing or two 'bout creatures, but when it comes to wands, that's beyond me, I'm afraid." His voice, booming yet warm, filled the small hut. "Wand makin' is an art, an' it's wandmakers like Ollivander who know the secrets. Creatures, though, I can talk about 'em all day."

Then there was the recent break-in at Gringotts, which had been a mystery that had puzzled many, but with Hagrid's accidental revelation, a new theory began to crystallize in Harry's thoughts. Whatever had been targeted at Gringotts was now likely hidden within the confines of Hogwarts, specifically within the third-floor corridor. And with the name Nicholas Flamel suddenly thrown into the mix.

Nicholas Flamel, a name steeped in legend and mystery, now sat at the heart of this enigma. Known for his creation of the Philosopher's Stone, Flamel's achievements were the stuff of wizarding lore. To common people, the stone meant longevity and richness. Yet, to Harry, the allure of the Stone went beyond superficial desires for wealth and extended life. The Philosopher's Stone, in his eyes, was a nexus of magic, capable of amplifying runes and spells, essentially acting as a conduit for magical enhancement.

And now, if his suspicions were correct, this potent artifact resided within Hogwarts, hidden behind the veiled threats of the third-floor corridor. But the question that gnawed at Harry's mind was, why? Why would such a powerful object be placed in a school, guarded by puzzles and dangers known only to a select few?

"Nigel," Harry began, his voice a whisper amidst the shadows of his thoughts, "if the Philosopher's Stone is indeed here, it's not just a matter of protecting it from would-be thieves. There's something bigger at play, isn't there?"

Nigel, ever ready with a quip, responded, "Master Harry, you're beginning to sound like a detective in one of those Muggle novels. But yes, the plot, as they say, thickens. The Stone's powers are legendary, and its presence here, well, it's like keeping a dragon in a chicken coop."

Harry chuckled at the analogy, the levity a welcome break from the tension. "Exactly, Nigel. But it's not just any dragon we're talking about. This is a dragon that could change the very landscape of magic as we know it."

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