MTL - Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic-Chapter 82 Nicole May's purpose

At this moment, Auston is drinking afternoon tea with Mr. Lemay sitting by the bay window of his room. Outside the window is the beautiful Seine. Facing the sunset, the sparkling river flows quietly. Mr. Lemay is holding a teacup. , indulge in the beautiful scenery outside the window.

"Sorry, Mr. Lemay, I read your letter to Professor Dumbledore before I came. You said you wanted me to come to see the influence of the Philosopher's Stone on me, but why didn't you mention it during this time?"

However, Auston's drunkard's intention was not for tea. He couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart and asked what he wanted to ask.

Mr. Lemay put down the teacup, added some milk to his tea, and looked at him with a smile.

"Don't worry child, I'm watching,"

He picked up the teacup and took a sip. Some of the tea flowed down his mouth and onto the placket of his clothes. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the beard and the tea stains on the placket of his clothes.

"Hey, I always forget to change my clothes after class. Look, it's so dirty again, and Perenal has to wash for a long time."

Mr. Lemay tugged on his floor-length robe with a look of embarrassment.

During this time, Auston also discovered that there was a special drying room on the first floor of the castle, with several floor-to-ceiling windows. Every afternoon, Madame Lemay had to wash the clothes of the three of them by hand. , and then hang the dripping clothes in the drying room.

"Maybe... you can try a cleaning spell or something." Auston suggested, pointing to Mr. Lemay's clothes, "Mrs. Lemay washes clothes so hard every day, why not use magic."

But his words amused M. Lemay, who patted Auston on the head and said,

"If only I could use the cleansing spell."

Auston was puzzled, "Can't Madame Lemay use a cleansing spell?"

"Did she...?" He seemed to understand something.

"Yes, she can't use magic." Lemay gave him a positive answer with a smile, "It's the squib that wizards call it."

Auston was shocked. But before he could recover, M. Lemay gave him another blow,

"Of course, so am I, a squib." Mr. Lemay said nonchalantly, shaking his head.

"Ah?—" This surprised him even more. The accomplishments of the couple in the wizarding world were obvious to all.

During this time, Madame Lemay was busy doing laundry, cooking, and even cleaning the room. Although the two house elves had been helping her, Auston had some vague guesses seeing that she had never used magic. . But he never imagined that a master as great as Nicole May was also a Squib!

Auston didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and Mr. Lemay stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Are you startled?" LeMay leaned over and looked into his eyes seriously.

Auston came back to his senses.

"Sorry..." he said while avoiding Mr. Lemay's eyes apologetically, "I'm so rude—wait!"

He suddenly raised his head to look at Lemay, looking at his old face vigilantly,

"You two are Squibs, and I—also Squibs."

He tried to adjust his mood, "Mr. Lemay, I'm afraid you didn't just let me here because I ate your Philosopher's Stone."

Although he said it politely, the suspicion in his tone was undisguised.

Lemay laughed after hearing this, "Well, I have to admit that you are really a very smart kid. When Dumbledore told me that you were smarter than your peers, I was a little puzzled."

"Sorry, sir, I'm young, but I'm not stupid." The vigilance in Auston's words increased, "I think I have the right to know what the real purpose of your invitation to come here is. Or maybe say What is the purpose of Professor Dumbledore asking you to invite me here?"

Lemay didn't answer right away, he looked at Auston for a long time, and finally sighed, "Ah, okay, okay," he withdrew his gaze from Auston and turned his head to the Seine River farther away.

"You should know how old my wife and I are."

Auston was slightly startled by LeMay's nonsensical remarks. He nodded numbly.

"Ok, I know."

"Then do you know why I can live so old?"

"Isn't it because of... alchemy?" Auston answered tentatively.

"Yes, yes," Nicole May nodded, "then do you know who are the people who listen to my lectures every day?"

His sparkling eyes stared at Auston, the encouragement in his eyes undisguised, as if he was expecting a satisfactory answer from him.

"They... seem to be wizards gathered here from all over the world. They look quite young."

"Then what? What's their purpose?" LeMay has been encouraging Auston to say.

Auston looked at him strangely, and the series of strange questions confused him.

"Is it for immortality?"

When looking at the gray beards of the group of students, Auston had this guess, especially the two old people who were shaky with the support of young people, presumably not because of curiosity and risking death in class The risk comes.

Lemay blinked slightly mischievously,

"That's right... it's not right..."

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