Link's expression was a bit strange; no matter how he thought, he couldn't understand why Madam Flamel would have this kind of idea.
Next to him, Emily also became nervous upon hearing this, tightly grabbing Madam Flamel's arm, her knuckles turning white.
Madam Flamel, seeing this, sighed and lowered her head, speaking in a tone suppressing her anger, "Just look at these foolish fellows, how dare they treat you like this? Link, if you ask me, we might as well just drop out and transfer to Ilvermorny. The atmosphere over in America is much more open now, and the U.S. Magical Congress is full of people who worship bloodline supremacy."
"With the bloodline and wealth of the Flamel family, even if we move over, our wealth and status absolutely won't fall, but will instead rise to an even higher level!"
Madam Flamel's tone carried a trace of disdain and superiority. In her eyes, the current magical world of America was immature like a baby compared to the magical world of Britain.
In the British magical world, any truly noble family could casually suppress the existing aristocracy of the American magical world with overwhelming power.
Hearing this, Mr. Victoria, who had been silently following the three all along, gave a couple of awkward coughs.
Madam Flamel's words just now had clearly slapped his face.
"I can't go." Link very decisively rejected Madam Flamel.
Link had to admit, just now there was indeed a moment where he was a little tempted. After all, compared to it, the magical environment in America was indeed much more stable than in Britain.
But if Link left, what would happen to Arkam? Link didn't want to watch Arkam, under the control of the Heir, keep killing people and finally be destroyed by Dumbledore and Harry.
Moreover, Hogwarts was the center of the storm in the plot. Only here could Link's strength grow quickly.
If he went to the American magical world, Link felt it would be hard to have enough power when Voldemort returned in the later stages.
On the other side, perhaps because this wasn't a good place to talk, Madam Flamel didn't continue persuading after being rejected by Link, but pulled Link and Emily to quickly walk out of Hogwarts castle.
Only after leaving here did those annoying stares and whispers finally disappear.
Outside the castle on the platform, the house-elf Small Button had already been waiting for a long time.
As the safest place in the British magical world, Hogwarts had anti-Apparition and anti-Disapparition enchantments.
But these restrictions only targeted wizards; for creatures like house-elves and phoenixes that also had instantaneous teleportation abilities, they had no effect.
"Emily, stay over at our house tonight." Madam Flamel put on a kind expression and spoke to Emily.
Completely ignoring Mr. Victoria behind her who looked like he had something to say but hesitated.
In her mind, Emily would definitely agree. But the reality disappointed her.
Emily gave Link a complicated look, then let go of her hand and shook her head, saying, "No, Aunt Leonie. Today I'll go back with Father. I'll visit another day."
After speaking, Emily let go of Madam Flamel's hand and stood beside the eagerly awaiting Mr. Victoria.
This made Madam Flamel freeze for a moment, and in the end, she could only glare fiercely at Link.
"Take care, Emily," Link ignored Madam Flamel, waved to Emily, and said, "We'll go first."
After bidding Emily farewell, Link and Madam Flamel placed their hands on Small Button.
Pop!
With a crisp snap, the figures of the few people twisted and disappeared from the platform.
When Link opened his eyes again, they were already inside the Flamel Castle.
Small Button eagerly brought over a pumpkin stew that had long been prepared, thinking that the great and kind young master would definitely praise him for it.
Unfortunately, Link's mind wasn't on eating right now. He casually brushed off Small Button and sat by the fireplace, falling into deep thought.
The attack on Emily today was strange in every aspect.
If according to Dumbledore's speculation, the so-called Heir had deliberately ambushed Emily on her only path to launch the attack, someone who would do such a thing must be Emily's enemy.
But he and Emily had no deep hatred. This could be seen from the fact that after using the basilisk Arkam to petrify Emily, he didn't go further to harm her.
This kind of behavior was just like giving Emily a lesson to vent some anger.
But confirming this didn't mean much. Because Emily was the lower-year tyrant of Slytherin; her enemies were no fewer than Filch's.
Shaking his head, under the glow of the fire, Link's expression looked even more grim and ferocious.
At the same time, Madam Flamel, watching Link by the fireplace, also swallowed back the words she was about to say to persuade Link to transfer to Ilvermorny.
She sighed and sat down beside Link, saying, "Link, I've already heard everything from Dumbledore. I believe you're innocent."
Saying this, Madam Flamel paused for a moment, then continued, "As for Emily, maybe she has a bit of a misunderstanding about you, and you're a boy. So promise me, don't get angry. Later, when you have time, coax her a little, okay?"
"Okay." Link rubbed his forehead and replied.
What Madam Flamel said was exactly what he was most troubled about. Judging from Emily's behavior just now, she seemed to somewhat suspect that Link was the Heir.
This was a big blow for Link. Because Emily was different from those strangers, she was someone Link valued.
"Next is the matter of the Heir," Madam Flamel shifted the topic. "This guy, we must find him! I'll keep pressuring Dumbledore through the school board. You try to investigate on your side."
Madam Flamel suddenly leaned closer to Link, speaking in a cold tone, "Be bold and act, Link. No matter if it's those gossiping scum or the one who framed you, your back is not empty."
"I will." Link stared at the flames and replied.
The fire in the fireplace reflected in his pupils, burning furiously, just like the anger in his heart at this moment.
No matter who that Heir was, if he dared to hurt Emily, he was dead for sure.
Seeing this, the corners of Madam Flamel's mouth also rose into a smile. All this time, she had felt her son was a bit too cowardly. That's why she kept urging Link.
And now, it seemed this method worked quite well.
After smilingly observing Link for a while, Madam Flamel suddenly seemed to remember something and pulled out a letter from her chest.
"Alright, stop frowning. Let's hear some good news."
Madam Flamel cheerfully opened the letter, waved it in front of Link, and said excitedly, "Your Polyjuice Potion has already passed the review by the Order of Merlin. They will hold the award ceremony for you on December 23rd!"
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