Second Years, Lesson Four

Gabrielle shook her head looking over the semester plan for her second years. It seemed like all the other years got to go on excursions out of the castle, except for the second years. She gave the students a sympathetic smile as they entered. "Morning, everyone. Another lecture today, I'm sorry, but this is the last big one you'll have for the semester." Gabrielle at least hoped that helped them feel a little better about it. "We're talking about the historical study of alchemy today." She had her water in hand, cleared her throat, and looked over the students to see if they were ready to take notes before getting started.

"So when you cross chemistry and magic, what do you get? Alchemy." And Potions, kind of, but that was besides the point. "It's the study of the mix of chemicals and minerals with magic. Alchemists, you might remember from looking up information on Paracelsus, hint hint, were trying to do things such as turn lesser metals into gold. They wanted to cure every disease, they wanted immortality. In short, they were...let's just say ambitious and leave it at that." Gabrielle raised an eyebrow, before continuing. "It is believed that it was founded and first studied by the Arabs - so, in and around the south-west Asian northern African region, think Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Palestine - although it was refined and studied all around the world."

"In the late 1500s, the world's leading alchemists were hired to work in Prague, the capital of what we now know as Czechia, or the Czech Republic. This lead to Prague being known as 'The Metropolis of Alchemy'. But of course, greed and ambition are a dangerous combination. A British alchemist, Edward Kelley, was unable to create gold and was thrown into the dungeons by the emperor. Even Queen Elizabeth the First wasn't able to obtain his freedom through diplomacy. Poor old Edward died trying to escape."


Gabrielle cleared her throat, pausing to take a drink and give the students a chance to catch up, before continuing. "Of course, there were many fraudulent alchemists, as you might expect. A man arrived in Prague claiming he would multiply the gold of the wealthiest men around, who, naturally, were greedy enough to say yes. So this man created a mixture that merely turned out to be a stinkbomb, and when everyone was distracted, ran off with all the gold." Gabrielle smirked. "You have to admire the guts, if not the actions. But also, I'm contractually obligated to advise you not to try such a thing on any of your professors," she added, joking. She certainly hoped they wouldn't try anything, not that being a professor meant she had a surplus of money from which to steal. Maybe they'd have better luck with Cade or Edogawa, if they could afford as many children as they had.

"On a different alchemical note now, who here has heard of the Philosopher's Stone?" A few students raised their hands, though she wasn't surprised not all of them had. It was distant history now and many of the students may not have had a magical upbringing. "The Philosopher's Stone was the Holy Grail of alchemy - you may remember that term from learning about Merlin and King Arthur. It was believed to be able to create gold from base substances, and had the capacity for rejuvenating life, allowing one to live on as long as they pleased." Gabrielle shook her head. "Naturally, people lost their lives searching for such a miraculous object. And if they didn't lose their lives from that, the fact that their means of creating gold was through using sulphur and mercury - as sulphur was a very yellow substance, or so the logic goes - probably meant that they'd be in some sort of danger of getting sick from chemical exposure." Gabrielle was no scientist, she was a quintessential liberal arts student, but she knew of the consequences of prolonged experience to mercury. Not to mention the smell of the sulphur.

"Alright, that's enough from me for today. Thanks for being patient. Homework," she paused as a couple of students groaned, and she shook her head with a laugh. "Homework is to look up Nicolas Flamel in the library and write a short essay on him, please." Gabrielle waved her wand to open the doors, letting the students go free.

Homework
RP the lesson. Extra credit if you write a short essay (1-2 paragraphs is fine) on Nicolas Flamel. Would prefer the real one, but if you write about the fictionalized version from the books I'll actually allow it if it's coherent. As always, please cite your sources!
 
Eli settled into his seat, tugging his notebook closer as the professor apologised for the lack of excursions this year. Honestly he didn't mind, and whilst a trip outside the castle would have been nice, her lectures were always engaging, and he leaned forward, quill poised, as she launched into the study of alchemy. Which probably meant Nicolas Flamel. He knew a bit about Alchemy and how it worked just from the various reading he'd done on the subject. He didn't know a lot of the Western history but he knew enough. Her stories of Prague as "The Metropolis of Alchemy" and the tragic end of Edward Kelley made him really think, and he stifled a laugh at the tale of the alchemist-turned-thief who escaped with gold under the guise of a stinkbomb. The Philosophers Stone was an interesting one, and he knew a bit about that from the studies on Harry Potter he'd done. When the class concluded, Eli noted the essay and headed to the library, because that was apparently where he lived now.​

Nicolas Flamel (1330–1418) is often remembered as one of the most enigmatic figures in alchemical lore. Flamel was a French scribe and bookseller whose name became legendary due to his posthumous association with alchemy. He is reputed to have discovered the secrets of the Philosopher’s Stone, a mythical substance believed to grant immortality and turn base metals into gold. His reputation might come from the fact that he commissioned beautiful tombstones and donated generously to churches and charities, which made people wonder where his money came from. Over time, his name became linked to the mysterious world of alchemy, even though his actual life was more about books and community work than magical experiments.
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Tori sat near the back of the classroom, setting out to make notes as Professor Moncrieffe got started with the lecture. She didn't like lectures and she didn't like history of magic because she didn't like lecture, she found it difficult to follow along, but she took notes as diligently as she could. She wasn't thrilled, but she liked knowing some of the history and the stories about stinkbomb heists and imprisoned alchemists caught her interest, even if she’d never admit it. She jotted down a few notes in her messy scrawl, grinning when Gabrielle cracked a joke about robbing professors. She had heard a little about the Philosophers Stone before, mostly in stories she'd read about Harry Potter as a little girl, but she didn't know much about it and she figured it was one of the things she should probably research. She didn't think anyone would say no to endless wealth, she could buy so many gifts for her friends with endless wealth. The Professor assigned the homework and finished up and Tori had to psych herself up to go to the library because ugh, essays.​
 
Vikram was having a decent year, he thought. He was enjoying classes, and he was looking forward to break, to get back home and see his parents. He liked getting back to visit the family. He was already planning how he would spend his break (his plans mostly involving long walks and cat naps in the sunlight). He got ready for class, heading down a few minutes early. He took his place with the others, taking out his parchment. He enjoyed taking notes. He always enjoyed listening to Professor Moncrieffe go on- she knew how to tell a good story. Once they were dismissed, he picked up his things and headed out to the library so he could work on his essay.
 
Eoghan wasn't surprised to hear there would be another lecture today, and not just because during their first lesson the professor had said as much. He knew that essays were an important part of the curriculum too and he had no doubt at some point they'd have to put everything together and present something, although what that would look like, Eoghan wasn't sure. The Ravenclaw wondered how many wizards were out there right now, still trying to sell fraudulent materials to others that didn't know any better or couldn't prove otherwise. Would students at other schools be taught the same thing? Were his history lessons also a way for the professors to teach them to be more aware and safe of the things they come across? More questions were bubbling in his head than were being answered, but before he realised the time the lesson had already come to an end. Knowing he would soon need to speak to Lilith and Tori properly, Eoghan packed up his things and headed out the room.
 

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