"Nicolas Flamel was an alchemist. Your project shouldn't have involved alchemy," Murphy said.
As he spoke, Murphy glanced at Ron Weasley. Come to think of it, you collected so many of Dumbledore's Wizard Cards—did you never notice Nicolas Flamel's name on any of them?
Harry remembered it after seeing it once, yet all you did was eat Chocolate Frogs, didn't you?
But then again, that was normal. Wizard Cards couldn't be used to play cards anyway, so it was hardly surprising that no one read the text on them.
After dismissing the young wizards, Murphy was about to grab something simple for dinner when his vision suddenly blurred, followed by a wave of nausea.
He pressed a hand to his chest and stood there in shock and confusion for several seconds. Only after taking several deep breaths did his vision return to normal.
"What's going on? The last examination shouldn't have found any lesions in my stomach or nervous system..."
He had no appetite for food anymore. Murphy decided to return to his room first, perhaps to conduct an examination on himself.
He had an Undetectable Extension Case, containing several medical laboratories built to the Magic Research Institute's laboratory standards. Although Hogwarts' magic prevented him from using highly advanced equipment, simple tests were not a problem.
It took only a few minutes to get from the classroom to his office. At first, the discomfort seemed to have passed, and he safely made it through most of the way. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, however, another raging wave of pain struck while he was climbing the stairs to the fifth floor, nearly knocking him down.
The moment he entered, he weakly leaned against the door. Tearing pain rose from his chest and abdomen, accompanied by waves of familiar