Riding a dragon?
Nicolas Flamel was indeed quite eager to try.
"I am honored, child."
He took two steps closer and reached out to touch Norbert's neck. Years of alchemy habits made him subconsciously observe the dragon scales.
"Hmm... not bad looking. Dragon scales of this quality are already top-grade materials."
Although he didn't understand what Nicolas Flamel was saying, Norbert still felt a chill and his eyes widened involuntarily.
"That smiling old man with the white beard last time was no good."
"Another one has arrived."
"The old men outside are so scary..."
"Master is right, it's far too dangerous outside. I must continue to work hard and strengthen my training."
"I must never turn back into a wild dragon and live a life of hardship!"
Norbert, silently encouraging himself, exhaled two puffs of white smoke from his nostrils.
"What is this?" Nicolas Flamel asked.
Silan looked away and said quietly, "It means that it is also honored to fly with the world's greatest Alchemy."
After distorting the facts, Silan even skillfully uttered a kind word.
[Silver Tongue: Proficiency +1]
The two used Norbert's drooping wings as stairs and slowly walked up to the dragon's back.
"Be careful, don't ride too bumpy," Silan reminded Norbert.
He was also worried that if Norbert got too excited while flying, he might break Nicolas Flamel's leg.
That would be counterproductive.
"Received, Master."
Norbert responded, carefully took a running start, spread his wings, and slowly rose into the sky.
Silan even thoughtfully cast a spell to block the wind. "How are you, Master Nicolas Flamel?"
Perhaps it was this novel experience that put Nicolas Flamel in a good mood, as he cheerfully exclaimed, "Even faster is possible!"
Norbert slowly accelerated and circled once in the sky.
Because the sky created inside the box is relatively low, they don't need to rise much to be able to leap into the clouds.
The blue sky is like the sea, and the white clouds are like waves.
Norbert, like a black ship, rose and fell amidst the clouds and waves.
After circling in the air, Norbert landed back on the ground.
"Be careful, Master Nicolas Flamel."
Silan helped Nicolas Flamel down from the dragon's back.
He then waved his wand, turning two leaves on the ground into chairs.
After sitting down, Nicolas Flamel took a slight breath. "What a novel experience, thank you Silan."
"This makes me feel much younger."
"I wish Perenelle Flamel were here; she loves all these new and exciting things."
At this point, Nicolas Flamel gave Silan a smug smile, "I won her over back then by using Alchemy to create all sorts of novel little things."
When Nicolas Flamel spoke of these things, he sounded like an old man reminiscing about his youth, with a touch of nostalgia and wistfulness.
Silan sat beside her, listening quietly.
"Ah... thinking about it now, it's been so many years..." Nicolas Flamel sighed.
"There will be an opportunity, Master Nicolas Flamel," Silan said.
"Master... Master..."
Nicolas Flamel chewed the word twice, remarking with some emotion, "That's a really old word."
"In our time, besides attending magic schools, the master-apprentice system was very common. It's rarely seen now."
Silan turned his head and said earnestly, "If you are willing, I will be your disciple."
"Haha, if Albus knew, he'd blame me for poaching his students."
Nicolas Flamel smiled and winked at Silan.
Seeing that he didn't continue the conversation, Silan didn't say anything more.
Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.
Nicolas Flamel's gaze lingered on Silan almost imperceptibly before shifting away, a sigh escaping his lips inward.
To be honest, he was somewhat tempted.
He spent his entire life pursuing the pinnacle of Alchemy, yet he felt he had not yet exhausted Alchemy mysteries.
The Elixir of Life created from the Philosopher's Stone did indeed extend his life.
Even the Elixir of Life could not eliminate the damage to his soul and the weariness that welled up from the very source of his life.
This made his research into Alchemy extremely difficult, to the point that an idea often came to mind.
"If I could pass on my Alchemy and let future generations take up the torch, wouldn't that allow Alchemy to reach new heights?"
However, this idea was always shelved for various reasons.
Until Dumbledore brought Silan to him.
But Nicolas Flamel still had some concerns about this.
Banishing the jumbled thoughts from his mind, Nicolas Flamel changed the subject. "Newt had one of your boxes too, I remember it very well."
"But his box was full of Magical Creatures, all mischievous little guys. I can't even remember how many times he looked for Niffler while he was with me."
At the end, Nicolas Flamel smiled slightly, as if recalling an amusing incident from many years ago.
Silan shook her head and sighed helplessly.
"I'd like to put more Magical Creatures in, but this box is just too small."
"Norbert has complained to me several times that it can barely spread its wings."
"Unfortunately, my alchemy skills are too poor to expand its space. Every time I think about this, I feel a little sorry for it."
Silan broke down in tears, her voice growing more and more pitiful as she spoke.
It's as if Norbert is portrayed as a poor Dragon, despite not having enough to eat or sleep, still studies diligently and strives to reach the highest peaks.
"This place is a bit too small for Dragon," Nicolas Flamel nodded. "If you'd like, I can help expand it a bit."
"Yes, of course I'm willing!" Silan nodded immediately.
That's exactly what I was waiting for you to say.
Nicolas Flamel stood up from his chair, glanced at the sky, and immediately came to a conclusion.
"It's obvious that Albus made this."
"The technique is skillful, the craftsmanship exquisite, but the materials are a bit lacking." Nicolas Flamel paused, then added, "I could indeed increase the space, but that would increase the wear and tear on the box. You should think it through."
Simply put, because the materials are mediocre, expanding the space will push the box to its limit, shortening its lifespan.
Silan was not surprised at all.
He asked calmly, "If we expand the space, how long can this box last?"
"At most 3 years."
Nicolas Flamel accurately stated the time limit.
"Three years... that should be enough."
Once the deadline has passed, you can make another one.
With Nicolas Flamel's trunk as a template, making one should be relatively simple.
Having made up her mind, Silan nodded.
"Thank you for your help. I think three years is enough time for me to learn how to make this kind of box."
Nicolas Flamel smiled and nodded.
His just-right level of confidence and pride pleased him.
"Let's begin," Nicolas Flamel stood up and explained, "This time I will mainly use spells and inscriptions to expand the space."
"Watch closely."