NICHOLAS FLAMEL
“I’ve found him!” he whispered. “I’ve found Flamel! I told you I’d
read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming
here — listen to this: ‘Dumbledore is particularly famous for his
d efeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery
of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with
his partner, Nicolas Flamel ’!”
Hermione jumped to her feet. She hadn’t looked so excited
since they’d gotten back the marks for their very first piece of
homework.
“Stay there!” she said, and she sprinted up the stairs to the girls’
dormitories. Harry and Ron barely had time to exchange mystified
looks before she was dashing back, an enormous old book in her
arms.
“I never thought to look in here!” she whispered excitedly. “I got
this out of the library weeks ago for a bit of light reading.”
“Light?” said Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she’d
looked something up, and started flicking frantically through the
pages, muttering to herself.
At last she found what she was looking for.
“I knew it! I knew it!”
“Are we allowed to speak yet?” said Ron grumpily. Hermione ig-
nored him.
“Nicolas Flamel,” she whispered dramatically, “is the only known
maker of the Sorcerer’s Stone!”
This didn’t have quite the effect she’d expected.
“The what?” said Harry and Ron.
“Oh, honestly, don’t you two read? Look — read that, there.”
She pushed the book toward them, and Harry and Ron read:
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