Chapter 134 133: Fare and the Fleeing Professor
Devon.
The moment of dawn.
The outline of the manor gradually became clear in the mist. The golden sunlight shined through the ancient oak branches and leaves, casting variegated light and shadow, gently covering every corner of the manor.
It shined on Albus Dumbledore's body, causing the centenarian's figure to be wrapped in warm sunlight, as if it had been coated with a thin layer of golden light.
The sunlight passed through his extremely pale hair and seemed to shine into his heart - Nick Flamel felt that the most powerful wizard of this century had a vitality and energy that he had never seen before... …hot.
A flame called hope burned in Albus Dumbledore's heart.
The friendship between Nick Flamel and Albus Dumbledore has lasted for many years. He has never seen Albus Dumbledore feel like this. like flame.
As a master of alchemy, Nick Flamel immediately realized that no one could extinguish it.
“It seems that you did another great thing when none of us knew about it.” Nick Flamel gave up his thoughts of consolation and looked at the damaged ancient time converter in his hand again. .
"Can I be lucky enough to know what forbidden things you have verified?" Obviously, this master who made the Philosopher's Stone and has reached the pinnacle of alchemy has already made a judgment in his heart.
Albus Dumbledore nodded and looked at the blooming flowers in Nick Flamel's manor. Even though it was winter, the bright flowers were still full of vitality and swaying gently in the breeze.
"With the help of a legendary hand, we successfully deceived death once." The old principal did not give details. After all, it was related to some secret plans between him and Grindelwald.
However, even this vague description is enough for Nick Flamel to know what happened. This is completely consistent with Nick Flamel's suspicion.
Of course.
There are also things that Nick Flamel did not guess.
"Legends do not exist in today's era, Dumbledore. We all know that the Big Four are the last afterglow of legends, and you are suffering from the constraints of the times because of this."
Nick . Flamel's expression was a little surprised.
He led Albus Dumbledore towards his house, which was a building that presented a perfect golden rectangle, with a "mathematical beauty" that was difficult to describe in words.
It seems ordinary.
But it can make people feel a sense of visual beauty.
“There are always some ways to keep people away from death, just like the magic stone you created. Perhaps, our era still has some afterglow of the past that has not dissipated.”
Albus Dumbledore followed closely behind. He may have been a little euphemistic in his choice of words, but the certainty in his tone still made Nick Flamel stop in his tracks.
“Are you sure?”
The expression of the over 600-year-old man was slightly condensed.
"Of course."
Albus Dumbledore looked directly at the other person and nodded.
The gathering of eyes.
Jean-Nic Flamel established the facts.
“This is more shocking to me than when you and that freak got together again and played with life and death.” Nick Flamel is obviously also a mature wise man.
Just from his brief interaction with Albus Dumbledore, he had already judged and analyzed a lot of information - people who can become masters of alchemy certainly have extraordinary wisdom.
"Gellert's thoughts are no longer as crazy as before, and Hogwarts and I really need his help at the moment. You also know that the crazy person is still a hidden danger."
Albus Dumbledore defended his old friend, but he was not very confident. Nick Flamel only looked at him deeply and did not reprimand him.
"How do you know he's not even crazier... Of course, I don't care about this, after all, the world will soon become my past for me."
Nick Flamel took Albus Dumbledore into the house, and the old lady, who was as old as herself, warmly greeted Albus Dumbledore.
Perhaps Snape would be heartbroken when he came here, because the old lady's clothes and apron were made of dragon skin. The most exaggerated thing was that the old lady's dragon skin coat also had a soft cloak. It is made entirely of unicorn feathers, and its warmth-keeping effect is evident. The most important thing is that it has an inhumane smell.
"You came just in time, I'm trying to make burritos." He said that he was trying to learn cooking skills, but the little people in front of the old lady who were under her command were actually the real workers.
“Dear, our friend will definitely not be able to eat until he gets a definite answer from me.” Nick Flamel smiled and hugged the old lady.
A couple of six hundred years.
Their feelings are getting deeper and deeper.
They are childhood sweethearts after all.
It is definitely different from the couple who have grown tired of each other after seven years.
The world may only know that Nick Flamel is a talented and famous alchemist, the brilliant master who created the Philosopher's Stone, but few people know other information about him.
That was six hundred years ago.
Nicolas Flamel studied at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France when he was a teenager. It was at school that he met his future wife, Perenal Flamel. Mr. and Mrs. Lemay were also a campus couple who fell in love early. They had a very good relationship. They lived together for more than 600 years and are still a happy couple today.
"Family love will always make it difficult to let go. It is one of the few things that will not be affected by time." Perenal Flamel said with emotion after looking at the things in her husband's hands.
"It is not easy to obtain the Sands of Time these days. It is more strictly controlled than the big bombs of Muggles. The Department of Mysteries has almost cut off the materials to refine it."
Perenal Flamel obviously has a deep understanding of alchemy. Just like an expert who loses 20 million in stocks, he will inevitably have a wife who can lose at least 200 million in stocks.
Even if he is not a professional, he will still be influenced by what he hears and sees, not to mention that Perenal Flamel is also an extremely good wizard and alchemist.
If you can spend your whole life with a near-legendary alchemist, how can you not be an excellent person? After all, "well-matched" is the truth among truths in any era.
It does not involve family background.
But it will definitely involve yourself.
“Our problem is mainly the lack of another rare material. The Sands of Time is the least need to worry about. After all, it is stored in the Department of Mysteries.”
"Are you right, Dumbledore?"
Nick Flamel looked at Albus Dumbledore.
The old principal looked a little confused.
I can only express my inner acquiescence with silence.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let me flip through the book carefully and see if I can help you." He laughed and waved his hand.
He brought Albus Dumbledore to his laboratory - it was more like an entertainment hall than a laboratory, with all kinds of weird alchemical creations placed everywhere.
If Ian comes here.
It must be heaven for the little wizard.
The alchemical creations in the room can even be calculated on the order of "ten thousand".
There are glass bottles that store lightning and storms. There are little people in them being chased by lightning and storms. There is also a textile machine with a "Damaged, Do Not Use" sign on it.
It is a dream weaving machine that can weave all kinds of dreams for the user. However, the reason why Albus Dumbledore was deeply impressed by it was that he had used it secretly out of curiosity a long time ago.
Gryffindor Traits.
It caused him to suffer a great psychological shadow.
Since then, Nick Flamel has put a logo on this machine and has never repaired it. Perhaps because the damage of a dream being woven into a nightmare is considered interesting. It's a coincidence.
“GuluGulu~”
Something is being brewed in the laboratory at this time.
A house elf wearing extremely unconventional clothing was squatting in front with a serious expression.
"Master! It's still the same color!"
It looked back at Nick Flamel with an expression full of despair.
"It doesn't matter, it just failed again. When it boils for a while, you can take it to water the flowers." Nick Flamel walked around his experimental table disapprovingly.
"Okay, Master."
The house elf sighed sadly.
"Be happy, it's not something that has to be successful." Nick Flamel chuckled to appease his house elf, and gave the order to the house elf.
“You need to be happy all the time in order to increase the success rate of alchemy experiments.” Unexpectedly, the famous alchemist master actually believed in this kind of metaphysics.
"It's all Prolo who failed to bring good luck to his master!" The house elf thumped his head hard, but was stopped by Nick Flamel with a sigh.
“How many times have I told you not to hit yourself? Your brain will be damaged.” Nick Flamel said in a serious voice to the timid house elf.
"In order to punish your mistake, you need to buy yourself two tickets for a fashion show. You want a French fashion show. I will supervise whether you have watched the entire fashion show."
Nick Flamel hesitated slightly after taking a look at Albus Dumbledore. "Three. One more person to supervise you will allow you to conscientiously complete your punishment."
Hearing this.
The house elf nodded and disappeared into the laboratory.
“…”
Albus Dumbledore was speechless. He didn’t expect that after so many years, his master alchemist friend was still so old. The heart never grows old.
"I guess I won't have to."
He declined Nick Flamel's invitation.
“That’s your loss.”
Nick Flame curled his lips.
“Or honey water?”
He asked Albus Dumbledore again.
"Let's have a glass of honey lemonade." Just as Albus Dumbledore finished speaking, there was an extra drink in his hand. There might be more than one house elf in the room.
Of course.
Albus Dumbledore, who did not feel the aura of the house elf, preferred that it was the ability of the house itself.
He looked around.
In addition to countless alchemical creations, this room also has as many bookshelves as the Hogwarts library, which contain many books that even the Hogwarts library has not been lucky enough to include.
The room has obviously been subjected to an expansion spell, and not only the expansion spell, the surrounding walls are also covered with various runes, involving many extremely ancient alchemical languages.
It may be a stronger fortress than Hogwarts. The only place that is not carved with runes is hung with six paintings, which are pictures of Nick Flamel and his wife.
The interval between each group photo is exactly one hundred years, clearly recording the passage of time when two people went from being full of energy to being haggard, but still living in the world.
“Are you trying to create a universal elixir?” Albus Dumbledore stopped in front of the experimental table and saw the potion that was still being brewed but was called a failure. .
At least when it comes to magic, he is an all-around player. Even though his alchemy skills are not as good as the other real old man in the room, he is extremely outstanding in terms of knowledge and eyesight.
“The magic stone I gave you doesn’t have much magic power anymore. Of course I would like to try other alternatives, but unfortunately the times have obviously also restricted me.”
Nick. Flamel sighed softly.
“When I was very young, you once told me that death is just another greater adventure. Didn’t you expect that I would be the only one who believed this in the end?”
Albus Dumbledore spoke teasingly.
Nick Flamel burst out laughing.
“Of course I know this, but if there is a chance, who wouldn’t want to live a little longer?” Nick Flamel looked outside the window at the beautiful scenery after the rain and the sky cleared.
"I haven't seen enough."
There was a bit of emotion in his tone, but there was no persistence. In fact, it can be seen from his previous attitude that this great alchemist's attitude towards immortality is indeed quite Buddhist.
“Yes, this world... is beautiful...”
Albus Dumbledore lowered his head, hiding the sadness in his eyes.
“Wait for me.”
Nick Flamel pulled out a big ladder and started rummaging through his bookshelf. He also specially put dragon gloves on his hands. Leather gloves to reduce damage to ancient books.
After all.
Some books are indeed too old, too old, and difficult to copy.
"The most important thing we lack is time." Albus Dumbledore was not in a hurry. He was curiously checking whether there was Nick Flamel's latest alchemy work in the room.
Actually, there is.
An arcade machine that Ian might have thought was childish, but Albus Dumbledore had a great time playing. It seemed like a toy made based on Muggle entertainment equipment.
Not only are there all kinds of vivid characters, but the graphics cards of later generations may not be able to render characters that can be programmed. After being annoyed by the game, they can still manually interfere with the game process.
No.
Albus Dumbledore played for a while, then reached in and strangled the gatekeeper boss, a miniature dragon that breathed fire and burned the little people he controlled to death more than ten times.
"If you like this work, you can move it to your school." Nick Flamel said amusedly. He also saw Albus Dumbledore's behavior.
"Actually, I am still thinking about your puppet band until now." Albus Dumbledore put down the magic arcade machine and looked at a small table next to the experimental table.
There are dozens of dolls with different shapes that look like Lego minifigures. They are a band, and they started playing music after Nick Flamel snapped his fingers.
It’s more than that.
Because they were playing Bach's music, the villains directly transformed into miniature versions of Bach, and the music they played could surround the entire huge laboratory in stereo.
“Bach’s piece was written two hundred years ago. Give me a piece by Beethoven. He died just over a hundred years ago and is definitely a vital force in the new music.”
< br>Nick Flamel's understanding of the new and the old is obviously unique. As his order was issued, all the band members immediately changed to the style of more than a hundred years ago.
The villain in charge of the performance also became Beethoven.
“It’s still so interesting.”
Albus Dumbledore showed a somewhat envious expression. It's not like he can't make it himself, but his talent in music makes it difficult for him to give little people such a performance effect.
"They are my treasures. You don't want them until I die." Nick Flamel climbed down from the ladder without holding any book in his hand.
"Is there any way?" Albus Dumbledore quickly threw down the puppet. After all, he was more concerned about his own demands.
"I have confirmed the peerless date of some lost materials. Fortunately, if you can get a Ministry of Magic time converter, then the one we have has a chance to be repaired. .
"You need to play your tricks again and deceive time a few times... Of course, I still think that such tricks will still cost you a huge price in the end."
Nick Flamel obviously found it. Found a way to repair the ancient time converter. Of course, in his opinion, this method is only theoretically feasible and the cost is unknown.
“We all know the limitations of the Time Converter, so you still need the help of the legend you mentioned.” Nick Flamel mentioned the most important factor in completing the plan.
Albus Dumbledore frowned.
He and Grindelwald didn’t even figure out where Salazar Slytherin was or whether he was still really alive, let alone let Salazar Slytherin accompany them to take the risk. .
"It seems you can't find the legend."
Nick Flamel immediately understood Albus Dumbledore's embarrassment from his expression.
“This takes time.”
Albus Dumbledore also sighed slightly.
"In my opinion, even if you find the legend, you may not be able to get help from the other party... No one except you will want to challenge time and fate."
Nick Flamel wants to return the ancient time turner to Albus Dumbledore.
However.
Albus Dumbledore did not pick him up.
“Can you complete other repair work first?”
The look he looked at Nick Flamel was somewhat pleading.
Nick Flamel was silent for a moment, "Of course it is possible, but without the help of legend, even if you can cheat time, you will not be able to collect and use things that do not belong to us."
This alchemist The master bluntly expressed his disapproval.
"Give me some time, I can find the hidden legend... Even if he is unwilling to help, we can actually find other ways."
Albus. Dumbledore's tone was firm.
His eyes met Nick Flamel's again, as deep and gentle as ever, but this time, Nick Flamel couldn't help but feel some waves surge in his heart.
"I knew it! You are crazier than your old friend! Even more insane than your students!" Nick Flamel sounded horrified, with an expression of horror on his wrinkled face.
Albus Dumbledore responded with silence. After a long time, after Nick Flamel circled him several times, he couldn't help but continue to speak with a helpless expression.
"Perhaps, you have other ideas?"
There was a hint of hope in his tone.
However.
Nick Flamel just shook his head.
"No, I'm just an alchemist, not the Creator. I can't replace the required materials with substandard materials. And even if I made it, would you dare to use such inferior products?" After the alchemist finished speaking, he turned around and moved out a large box. The movement seemed a little laborious.
Albus Dumbledore quickly stepped forward to help.
“Are you still obsessed with the study of the Creator?”
He asked curiously.
"Strictly speaking, I am just obsessed with the true Creator mentioned in ancient alchemy documents." Nick Flamel corrected Albus Dumbledore's wording.
"Is there a difference?"
Albus Dumbledore has never been obsessed with this ancient superstition that is more illusory than the God of Death.
"Of course there is a difference. At least among us alchemists, the real Creator we mentioned exists, and several people in history have obtained His alchemical works."
Nick . Flamel began to breathe heavily after just doing some physical work.
"But you haven't found it before..." Albus Dumbledore didn't dare to refute the other party's point of view too much. After all, he knew that the alchemist master had always been very persistent.
"If I hadn't run out of time, I would definitely be able to find it. I didn't expect that as the principal of Hogwarts, you don't believe this fact that must have existed."
Nick Flamel finally came to his senses. He supported a large machine next to him, looked at Albus Dumbledore with a confused expression, and said with emotion again.
"As far as I know, your founder has met the true Creator." Nick Flamel's voice was very confident, but it also confused Albus Dumbledore even more.
“Where did you hear this unofficial history?”
When it comes to the past of the school’s founder, the old principal feels that he still has some say. However, his confidence attracted the ridicule of Nick Flamel.
“You still read too few books.”
The haggard alchemy master lowered his voice.
“This name is actually a title. The first person who saw Him was cursed and could only call Him by this name. In fact, the true Creator is just a magical animal.”
"At least it looks like a magical animal... He is a bird, and he has been on the crest of your school, Ravenclaw House, for a thousand years."
I have to say.
Nick Flamel’s remarks are absolutely shocking.
Albus Dumbledore's eyes swayed a little. However, at this moment, what puzzled Albus Dumbledore the most was Nick Flamel's behavior.
After the alchemy master, who was seriously lacking in physical strength, had a rest, he opened the box that was brought over and began to crazily load things into the box.
“What are you going to do?”
Albus Dumbledore asked.
"Of course I'm going to Hogwarts, won't you welcome me?" Nick Flamel packed his things, pulled his suitcase and walked out with Albus Dumbledore. .
"Of course you are welcome! You are definitely welcome! The alchemy professor of our college just ran away today. Maybe you can also help these future hopes?"
Albus Dumbledore Obviously he did not expect Nick Flamel's sudden idea, and he immediately seized the opportunity to invite him again. He had also mentioned the invitation to Nick Flamel more than once before.
Every time.
All were declined.
But this time it is obviously different.
"No problem, just let me show my final value." Nick Flamel agreed very readily, making Albus Dumbledore a little stunned.
“What gave you such an idea?”
He was also very curious about Nick Flamel’s change of mind.
"Of course it's fun! Don't you know that alchemists are all people who have fun!" Nick Flamel had a smile on his face, and he still had that straightforward way of speaking.
“Either I witness the fall of one legend and the rise of two other legends, or I witness a legend come back to kill you, I will definitely be worthy of the loss.”
“I am I have seen everything in my life, but I have never witnessed the power and unconventionality of legend." Nick Flamel's words made Albus Dumbledore's expression very exciting.
“…”
The old principal didn’t know how to respond at all.
They passed the hall outside.
“Are you going on a long journey?”
Perenal Flamel looked at her husband with a surprised expression.
“Go to Hogwarts. I’ll pick you up after you’ve settled in. We’ll have a really good show to watch. We may watch the show until we die, but it’s definitely worth the price of admission.”< br>
Nick Flamel’s words immediately made Perenal Flamel’s cloudy eyes light up.
"????"
Albus Dumbledore was speechless. He wanted to curse, but it was so uncomfortable that he could only silently take the lead in pulling Nick Flamel's box out. He left this house and went outside.
“It’s not bad if it’s worth the price of admission!”
How can I say that the whole family doesn’t want to enter the same house?
Two kinds of people cannot sleep under the same bed.
Perenal Flamel just wanted to ask what kind of show he should watch.
"Master, what about these two tickets for the fashion show?" The house elf who suddenly appeared interrupted her, and the expression on her face changed visibly.
"What fashion show! What the hell did you pick up outside! I don't know! Don't frame me!" Nick Flamel was immediately frightened and chased Albus Deng outside the door. Bullido.
"Apparrate! Quick! Apparate quickly!"
His legs and feet were so agile at this moment that he didn't look like a skeletal old man who was hundreds of years old.
"You'd better take some burritos and eat them there!"
Perenal Flamel chased him out. She may have delayed adding the razor blade to the burrito, causing him to end up with it. Still a step too slow to catch up with her husband.
……
Hogsmeade.
Nick Flamel was brought here by Albus Dumbledore. Although he was also a good wizard, his magic power that had begun to go silent obviously could not support him to cross such a long distance independently.
"I want a big enough room."
Nick Flamel walked in front.
Albus Dumbledore followed closely behind. On the crowded streets, many wizards looked at them sideways, and some even exclaimed after seeing Nick Flamel.
This caused Yi Lao and an older man to speed up. A breeze blew through this isolated village, and they passed under an old tree that had weathered the weather.
A fallen leaf on the ground was inadvertently blown up. After Albus Dumbledore and Nick Flamel walked by, it rotated lightly in the air and slowly fell to the chessboard under the old tree. .
There are two middle-aged men playing chess.
They are dressed simply and are inconspicuous in this street.
"What does this move of yours mean?"
One of the middle-aged men slowly made a move, as if he was not just asking about the game on the chessboard.
"You know, I'm doing what I should do, right?" The middle-aged man on the other side was immersed in watching the chess game, without any emotion in his voice.
"But you probably did more than what you were supposed to do. I can see it very clearly." The blond middle-aged man's voice was soft, and he looked at the person opposite.
"I'm doing what I should do, but that doesn't mean I can't have other choices." The middle-aged man who spoke had a low voice, and the hair flying in the wind on his head looked very fake. Dense.
"Look at me, will there be any good results?" The blond middle-aged man shook his head gently. On the finger he was directing the chess pieces to move, a ring with a bronze luster was extremely conspicuous.
"I am a latecomer, so I should be better than you." The middle-aged man with thick hair said with strong confidence. He moved the chess pieces to eat the opponent's knight.
"Then I wish you good luck." The blond middle-aged man was not annoyed. He moved his chess piece again and completely checkmate the opponent's king in one round.
A game of chess is played.
The blond middle-aged man spread his hands under his opponent's frowning expression.
“I won! Give me money!”
The blond middle-aged man had a bright smile on his face.
“You’re cheating.”
The middle-aged man with thick hair did not act. He seemed to be reneging on his debt, but in fact... he was indeed unconvinced. This guy obviously felt that this game had been manipulated.
“This is cheating.”
The blond middle-aged man raised his hand, pinched the air, and took a gold galleung from the opponent's wallet. The middle-aged man who had his gold coins taken away did not show any surprise or stress.
"Fortunately, you're going to get out soon."
The thick-haired middle-aged man sighed.
"It's a pity that this semester is not over yet, but I also stole the reward I deserve, so it's not a loss." The blond middle-aged man stood up and walked away.
Under the gaze of the thick-haired middle-aged man.
He disappeared into the crowd.
"I will come again next year. Of course, I have to change my identity."
A childish voice sounded.
Amidst the crowds of people.
The blond boy looked back at the Hogwarts castle. His gaze seemed to transcend the limitations of distance, and the little wizard who was struggling to open the gift box in the castle was reflected in his vision.
“Can’t open it!!”
Ian has been tinkering with the Room of Requirement for several hours.
“Eight-point light wheel!”
"Shadowless Storm!"
"Nah! Avada Kedavra!"
From Santa Claus's gift box.
He was blown up to the sky.
Being whipped with fierce fire again.
However.
The gift box is still intact.
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(End of this chapter)