Chapter 383 Peeping?

After leaving the space fragment, not long after, Fan Lin found something interesting.

It was a silverware, similar to the one on Dumbledore's table. It can be seen that both came from Flamel's hands.

"What is the use of this?" Fan Lin pointed to the silverware on the table. He had seen it on Dumbledore's table, but it was the first time he saw white smoke coming out.

"Some simple props." Flamel said, "Relatively speaking, this is the simplest prop, but it is very practical. How about it, do you want to see the effect?"

"Of course, I'm happy to." Fan Lin said that everything here was an unknown experience for him.

According to his original idea, the alchemist's collection is nothing more than magic armor, or the magic sword of the Middle Ages, which is in line with the definition of an alchemist.

However, Nicolas Flamel's alchemy is obviously beyond this range. Like a Muggle, Flamel's alchemy is closer to the combination of magic and machinery.

For example, this instrument in front of him.

"It's a very practical invention. You should have seen it with Albus. In fact, I gave it to him to help him find the truth he wanted."

"The truth?" Fan Lin asked back.

"Yes, it's the truth. This is a work from the past hundred years. The principle is very simple. Some imaging and detection magic circles, and the other parts are applied to some simple mechanical principles." Nicolas Flamel said, he stretched out his hand and pressed lightly on the base of the silverware, and then the lid on the top was slowly popped open.

"This is an imaging prop that can help you see what you want to see." Nicolas Flamel said, he tapped it lightly with his wand, and the silverware that was originally ejected sprayed a light white smoke.

This reminded Fan Lin of dry ice, which is always used in Muggle stage plays. Maybe Nicolas Flamel absorbed this point.

Fan Lin felt that his thoughts were a little confused, but the rolling white smoke gave him an answer that made him relieved.

Unsurprisingly, this is a surveillance prop, and the object of the image is naturally the rolling white smoke, just like the ink in the meditation basin.

The smoke began to gather towards the center, and the feeling of being watched returned to Fan Lin's mind.

Gradually, the image of the smoke became clearer and clearer.

Do you know what your back looks like? You can see it without looking back, and it's a God's perspective.

"Is this us?" Fan Lin said. He understood how Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore grasped the changes in the school. With such a thing, as long as there is no magic blocking it, then there is no secret in what you do.

"It's an interesting little prop, isn't it?" Flamel said, his wand gently passed over the smoke, and then the scenery presented in the smoke changed.

Where Fan Lin just went, Nicolas Flamel's office, but now there is only Dumbledore in it.

Dumbledore looks very relaxed. He just put a small piece of mousse cake into his mouth.

"Can you see this everywhere?" Fan Lin said.

He stared at Dumbledore, but Nicolas Flamel didn't answer him, but Dumbledore frowned, then he relaxed again, raised his head and greeted Fan Lin and the others.

"As long as the magic is strong and the perception is sharp, then this item will lose its effect. Under the interference of magic, the image will no longer be complete, or nothing can be perceived." Nicolas Flamel said.

"I found it, but I didn't find a way to interfere." Fan Lin frowned.

"You just need to consciously search for unusual magic fluctuations around you, and then interfere with it, or destroy it." Nicolas Flamel said, "You can do it, but it takes some time."

"Are there any other uses?" Fan Lin asked, "For example, penetrating the magic circle?"

"No, it's far less powerful than you think." Nicolas Flamel said, he let the smoke change the scene again, but this time nothing was presented.

"This is the effect of magic interference," Nicolas Flamel said, "You can guess where this is."

"..."Fan Lin was speechless. This kind of thing was obviously not something he could guess. Who knows where Beauxbatons has set up magic array defenses.

"Young man, imagination is the source of creation." Nicolas Flamel said, "But I'm sorry that I didn't let you see what you should be interested in. It's really a pity. When Beauxbatons was renovated more than 400 years ago, the girls' dormitory introduced the same defensive array as Hogwarts."

"Girls... Girls' dormitory?" Fan Lin was shocked. What were they doing? With the consent of practicing sign language, they peeped into the girls' dormitory under the leadership of the respected Mr. Nicolas Flamel?

Fan Lin blushed. He didn't expect it to be like this. He originally thought it would be some important room in Beauxbatons.

But speaking of it, the girls' dormitory in Beauxbatons is strictly speaking an important place and a precious treasure. There is nothing wrong with saying that.

"Ah, speaking of this magic array, there are still some loopholes," Nicolas Flamel said, looking experienced.

Fanlin didn't want to peek into the girls' dormitory. If he was caught, Hermione would never let him go.

But since there was a loophole to be found...

Fan Lin unconsciously hit the attention. How to say, such an experience is still very exciting. An old driver takes a novice driver on the road?

However, the old driver's teaching only stopped at the introduction of the magic circle.

In other words, the master leads the way, but you have to take the driver's license test yourself.

The magic circle is there. As long as you are capable enough...

Fan Lin felt that his idea was very dangerous. He couldn't fall like this anymore. This was just some academic research, academic!

"The charm of alchemy is here." Flamel said, "It can always help people do things that they couldn't do before."

As Flamel said, his hand kept sliding on the smoke, "Just like these silverware, as long as I want, without enough powerful magic interference, I can see any corner of Sparton. We just saw you hiding in the toilet through this thing."

"Toilet..." Fan Lin felt that he was getting crooked the more he thought about it. What he and Nicolas Flamel saw were not on the same level at all?

"Indeed," Fan Lin nodded quickly, "I think we should move on." (To be continued)