Chapter 151 Chapter 150: Three consecutive shocks! King Arthur's Tomb!
Sudden sleepiness and exhaustion came over me.
Ian couldn't help but rubbed his eyes and yawned several times. Nick Flamel turned to look at him, as if he also noticed the little wizard's sudden lethargy.
"How many days have you not slept?" Nick Flamel felt that the dark circles under Ian's eyes had widened again. He didn't know if it was because of his old eyesight.
"No, I slept well last night. I ensure at least a few hours of sleep every day. I only stay up late occasionally. But I know how harmful staying up late is to growing taller."
Ian felt his brain was heavy and his vision became a little blurry. This feeling is not only like playing games all night, but also a bit like hypoglycemia.
The activity of magic power also suddenly dropped a lot.
He didn't know the reason for this situation. He only knew that it must be related to the legendary shadow in his mind, but the legendary shadow that had absorbed the magic power was now silent again. No matter how Ian tried to inject magic into it independently, the Legendary Shadow was still as unresponsive as a pool of stagnant water.
"You're right. When you're still growing taller, you really need to stay up less late at night." Even though Nick Flamel said so, he still opened his drawer to get some refreshing potions for Ian.
However.
"Gu Gu Gu~"
The Bowtruckle, which had previously got into the drawer to hide, had just finished drinking the last bottle of Nick Flamel's stock. He dropped the empty bottle and quickly followed Nick Flamel's arm and climbed to the top of Nick Flamel's head. . It jumped up, landed on the ground, jumped around a few times, and then ran towards the door.
Ian wanted to catch it.
But maybe it was because the quality of Nick Flamel's potion was so good that the Bowtruckle's little feet ran out of the afterimage and quickly disappeared around the corner of the corridor outside the gate.
"Should Bowtruckles not be dangerous?"
Ian wonders whether he should go after the Bowtruckle. Class XX magical animals stipulated by the Ministry of Magic are not considered dangerous, so he is not worried about the accident of "The Bowtruckle Murder Incident".
This magical animal is actually very timid. Bowtruckles are peaceful, extremely shy animals that for many years lived mostly on insects.
Only when the tree they live in is threatened will they muster up their meager courage and pounce on loggers or outside intruders who are trying to destroy their home.
The largest dead souls under the Bowtruckle's claws are basically woodpeckers. Bowtruckles that are offended or disturbed by their territory will use their long and sharp fingers to dig into the woodpecker's eyes.
"I think that little guy just doesn't want to be around you. Don't worry, the Bowtruckle usually doesn't attack humans. It might just want to run back to its home." Nick Flamel didn't care. The Bowtruckle escaped, and he continued to focus on the rubbing text on the table.
"Huh?"
Nick Flamel didn't know if he had an illusion, or maybe because of the excitement of having a new research target, he actually found that his eyesight seemed to have improved.
So much so that the glasses he was wearing at this time were not suitable for him. Nick Flamel took off his glasses with some doubts and turned the roller on them to adjust the prescription of the glasses.
"It seems that my passion for alchemy has awakened my life again. I just hope this is not a flashback." Nick Flamel was shocked to find that his hands were not as shaking as before.
In the past.
He clearly only kept his hands from shaking when he was doing alchemy work. Nick Flamel put on his glasses again in confusion, and turned his head to look at the little wizard several times in a strange way while he continued to read the rubbing text.
"I was expecting it to plant trees for me, but it ate a lot of snacks in my purse." Ian, who stood at the door and looked at it several times, walked back to the office unhappily.
"You're not familiar with raising animals, haven't I always had a good affinity with magical animals before?" He seemed to be very concerned about the fact that he had been given snacks for several days by Bowtruckle.
"You can't expect all magical animals to like being with you, just like you can't expect everyone to convince you."
"This is something even Merlin can't do." Nick Flamel comforted Ian with a smile, and handed Ian the pills in a small box that had not been damaged in the drawer.
"Something to lift your spirits?"
Ian took the pill with some surprise, put it under his nose and sniffed it. He could distinguish several materials, but most of the materials used were unfamiliar.
He couldn't even smell the complete formula, let alone distinguish its effects. He could only make some guesses based on the few ingredients he smelled.
There was no doubt whether Nick Flamel would inject Ollie into it. Only Ian could do this kind of thing. He put the pill in his mouth and sipped it, trying to distinguish it with the help of his tongue.
However.
The small pill didn't give him a chance to taste it at all. It got into his throat almost as soon as it entered his mouth, fully demonstrating what it means to be refined instantly after entering the mouth.
"Bah, bah, bah~"
Ian pursed his lips and still couldn't feel any taste, but the effect of the small pill did come on very quickly, and he immediately felt that his spirit was suddenly lifted.
It's more than that.
The problem of weak magic power caused by the sudden activation of the Legendary Shadow was instantly resolved, and his magic power even became more active than normal.
"Professor, what kind of medicine is this? Can I learn it?" The little wizard's eyes suddenly lit up. This small pill feels more effective than his unlimited fire potion.
Nick Flamel picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water with a smile.
"Then you must first have a magic stone. Maybe you will encounter an opportunity in a few years." The old alchemy master may not be mediocre in the field of prophecy.
"The Philosopher's Stone?"
Ian looked at the pile of magic stones he had poured out.
"I'm talking about the kind of magic stone that is truly complete and still has life energy." Nick Flamel's words made the little wizard stunned for a moment and then his eyes widened.
"What you gave me was a longevity medicine?! I always thought it was a potion!"
Ian looked at the small wooden box that was still placed on the table by Nick Flamel with a surprised tone. The alchemical runes engraved on it were often used to store potions.
Perhaps it can be seen as a magic version of the "refrigerator" production process.
"Hahahaha, you should have felt it, the strong vitality it contains." Nick Flamel's words without a direct answer can actually be regarded as acquiescence.
Ian swallowed.
"I remember that you didn't have much of the elixir of life left, but you took one and gave it to me so casually. You may have lost several months of your life because of this."
In fact, he really regretted taking Nick Flamel's pills without asking clearly.
One thing he said was that he would rather see Nick Flamel live a little longer than to cheer him up. after all. When an alchemist of this level goes to Twisted Illusion, it is a loss to the wizards of the entire world. The young wizards who can take alchemy classes at Hogwarts will also lose an extremely precious treasure-level professor in advance. .
"The development of the field of alchemy may be set back ten years because of this!" Ian's words are indeed not an exaggeration at all. Many people may have experienced the irreplaceability of a good teacher.
"It's not as exaggerated as you said." Nick Flamel laughed and shook his head, "It's just an elixir. To me, it's actually my profit."
He took a deep look at the little wizard and started reading the rubbing text again. The number of tower magic texts that Ian had copied using his memory was not small.
There is a very thick stack.
"I actually have selfish motives and want to use your knowledge to analyze these magic texts."
Ian felt that what Nick Flamel said was probably because he had found these tower runes for Nick Flamel. Nick Flamel felt that it was a pity that he could die before his death.
Nick Flamel smiled again and did not respond.
"Do you know when this magic text came from?" Ian was full of energy now, so he came up curiously and saw Nick Flamel placing the rubbing text under a small suspended light source.
for this question.
Nick Flamel also has a judgment.
"It comes from before the Merlin era. Some of this magic script may still be used in the Merlin era. The fragment of pages I obtained is from Merlin's manuscript."
Nick Flamel's answer did not disappoint the little wizard. He was indeed able to determine the age when this magic text was used. However, Ian still cannot use this information to determine the age of the tower.
to be honest.
Ian also checked a lot of information after returning to the human world.
However.
Even in the most detailed magic history books, there is no record of the country-destroying disaster that Ian witnessed. It was as if it had never happened in history.
"Hmm, this should be something around the time of Merlin." Ian thought of the relief he saw in the tower, which clearly recorded the story about his cheap senior sister.
only.
Since he didn't know how many years Mr. Morgan lived, Ian couldn't accurately determine the era of the tower and what period of Mr. Morgan's life he was in.
Maybe he could ask Teacher Morgan in detail when he goes to the trance hall, but since he has only entered the trance hall once, there is still a long cooling-off period before his next entry. The cooling down is still the cooling down. The magic power reached its limit in the imagination, and the expectation of entering it whenever I wanted did not happen.
"Isn't there any information about the owner of the tomb in the tomb you dug? I think that with so many magic stones placed in the tomb, he must be an indelible existence in history."
Nick Flamel was also a little confused when he heard this.
He didn't ask Ian where the tomb was, nor did he think about asking Ian to take him to that tomb. He knew the appropriateness and boundaries between conversations.
It is extremely disrespectful and offensive for a wizard to share his opportunities with others.
"Maybe?"
The figure of the black-robed skeleton emerged in Ian's mind, but he did not think that the black-robed skeleton was the real owner of the tower. The skeleton was more like a creature imprisoned in it.
Yes, biological.
They are not the kind of gloomy undead. This was discovered not long after Ian brought back the black-robed skeleton. The black-robed skeleton even had more vitality than the living people.
"Why did you come up with a possible theory?"
Nick Flamel was a little confused by Ian's choice of words.
"I found a guy tied up with chains inside...but it told me that it had lost its memory, so there shouldn't be many clues from it."
Ian answered honestly.
His remarks shocked Nick Flamel.
"The guy who is still alive? Lived for at least several thousand years?" Nick Flamel looked at the Philosopher's Stone again. He probably thought that the guy Ian met was relying on the power of the Philosopher's Stone to survive.
"Should it be considered alive? I placed it in the Room of Requirement. Maybe you can go and take a look when you have time? I don't dare to carry it around and I can't put it in here."
Ian took out his money bag again. If you look carefully, you can find that the edges of his money bag have traces of repairs after being damaged.
The reason for this situation was that Ian tried to stuff the black-robed skeleton into it. However, the money bag cracked as soon as he pressed the black-robed skeleton's head in.
If Ian hadn't pulled out the black-robed skeleton quickly enough, the money bag that had taken a long time to expand to more than half the size of Hogwarts would have been scrapped.
"You brought that old thing back to school..." Nick Flamel's wrinkled throat twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but have the same doubts as many school professors.
With such audacity, why didn't this guy go to Gryffindor? !
"This is one of the reasons why I came to you." Ian finally seized the opportunity and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the hidden contract inscription on his arm.
"This..."
Nick Flamel came up to take a look. The inscription was completely different from the ancient pagoda magic script, so he couldn't help but hold his eyes and suddenly grabbed Ian's arm.
His grip was very tight, but not too strong. After all, as an old man over 600 years old, his body function was severely damaged, and no matter how excited he was, he could not burst out with much force.
"It should be a kind of magical oath, somewhat similar to our wizard's Unbreakable Curse, but more complicated and cumbersome, and the binding force and effectiveness it can produce are much greater." Staring at the invisible thing in Ian's hand After identifying the inscription for a long time, Nick Flamel slowly spoke in a dry and hoarse voice.
"Many ancient priests have similar traces on their remains, but yours is different from all the samples I have seen. It is more like..."
When Nick Flamel said this, he suddenly stopped talking and did not continue to speak. His eyes flickered, and his two dry palms tightly held Ian's arms without letting go for a long time.
"What kind of thing?"
More than ten minutes passed.
After all, Ian couldn't help his curiosity.
However, his question still did not receive a response from Nick Flamel. The super alchemist, who had lived for more than six hundred years, just carefully touched the inscription on Ian's arm.
"No, actually I don't understand either." He let go of Ian's hand, smiled a little embarrassed, and even scratched his head like a child.
"Huh?"
Ian never expected that he would only get such an answer after waiting for a long time.
He carefully looked up at the top of Nick Flamel's head, but did not find that Nick Flamel's head had turned into a pointed shape. He was a little confused as to why Nick Flamel seemed to have Alzheimer's disease.
"After all, I am only a mortal. I have only lived long enough. I may not know as many things as Albus. You can't expect me to know the answer to everything."
Nick Flamel spread his hands helplessly.
This is indeed the case.
"Okay, can you help me research this thing a little bit?" Ian said and took out another piece of paper, on which was the mysterious contract inscription that he had copied in advance.
"Of course, no problem." Nick Flamel did not accept the parchment handed over by Ian, but pushed the paper back, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Are you doubting my memory as an alchemist?" Obviously, he meant that he had completely memorized the inscription on Ian's arm in his mind.
"No, no, of course I won't doubt your memory." Ian retracted the parchment decisively, but God knows if he really has confidence in Nick Flamel's memory.
After all, he is an old man over 600 years old...
"Don't worry, I know what you are worried about. In my opinion, this oath contract will not do you any harm, because you are the dominant individual."
Nick Flamel looked at him thoughtfully like a little wizard, his cloudy pupils swayed slightly, and he looked at the clock in the office, which reminded Ian of something else.
"I also found this thing inside." In order for Nick Flamel to more clearly distinguish the era of the tower, Ian also took out the Big Ben that he had packed in the tower before.
The Big Ben, which was bigger than several Ians put together, looked extremely old. It made a muffled sound when it was placed on the ground. The dial lacking hands on it looked like it had experienced a lot of weathering.
"????"
Nick Flamel was confused again.
What's going on lately! Why do people always come to him with broken time turners? Are they all ancient creations? Didn’t it mean that all the ancient time converters had been destroyed by the Department of Mysteries!
Where did such a big lump come from! ? Nick Flamel went up and touched the inscription on it. The refining system was the same as the tower magic inscription that Ian took out, which made him sigh a little.
"There is a reason why Albus likes you so much. You two are so similar. You are both the kind of guys who can always find this kind of bad job and throw it to me."
Nick Flamel shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked tremblingly to a cabinet. After rummaging around for a while, he finally took out an instrument from the bottomless cabinet.
"What is this?"
Ian was attracted by the appearance of the quirky instrument. This weird instrument is as big as a computer. Its shell is made of a rare magic alloy, and its surface is covered with fine hollow carvings. These carvings shine mysteriously in the dim light, as if every line contains ancient magic spell.
The whole body structure is filled with alchemical formulas that are difficult for Ian to decipher. One corner of the instrument is inlaid with a multi-faceted crystal, crystal clear like a gem that condenses the brilliance of stars. The only judgment Ian could feel was that the gemstone was not only the core of the instrument, but also the key to activating its function.
"I named it the Secret Peeping Prism Box." Nick Flamel had some difficulty carrying the instrument. Ian wanted to step forward to help, but Nick Flamel dodged him.
He obviously felt a little dissatisfied with old age.
"Can this thing be used to analyze those alchemical creations with unknown effects?" Ian tried to figure out the name of the instrument and asked with some uncertainty.
"Yes, that's right, we may not be able to know the individual meanings of these magic words, but we can use the means of our era to analyze the operating principles of these ancient creations."
"After all, most things in this world have something in common, and magic texts are no exception. The Creator has not hidden any completely different and contradictory rules in our world."
Nick Flamel began to pull out a bunch of long pipes from the [Prying Prism Box]. This was obviously a reference to Muggle technology. An excellent alchemist would not refuse any knowledge that could provide convenience for him. . I saw that in Nick Flamel's slow movements, pipelines were connected to the damaged Big Ben.
"Can a broken creation be analyzed?" Ian admitted that his alchemy level may still be insufficient, and he was very surprised by the working principles of creation described by Nick Flamel.
"You underestimate me, little guy." Nick Flamel smiled softly, and the meaning was self-evident. It took him more than ten minutes to connect all the pipelines to Big Ben.
"Stand back."
While supporting his waist with one hand and bending down to start the instrument, Nick Flamel reminded Ian, which made the little wizard swallow his saliva and become a little nervous.
"Is there any danger in analyzing creation?" Ian quickly stepped back to the edge of the bridge, took out his wand and transformed himself into an explosion-proof shield.
However.
Nick Flamel's answer left him extremely speechless.
"No, I'm afraid that your hands will be too quick and you will take the core of my instrument away... I seriously doubt that you have almost emptied the tomb you are looking for."
It can only be said that Nick Flamel was so cautious that the little wizard didn't know how to respond.
"..."
Ian was just about to say that he had something against his will, but before he could say anything, he saw Nick Flamel flipping the prism, and the next moment the [Secret Peeping Prism Box] flashed with colorful luster.
Red like flames, blue like the deep sea, green like a forest, yellow like sunlight, purple in the void, silver with moonlight, black with shadows... The gems that suddenly shone brightly were fixed on a seemingly invisible axis in an incredible way. Rotating slowly and steadily, brilliant rays of light burst out from time to time and intersected among the instruments.
Ian still couldn't understand the operating principle of this instrument, but he probably began to understand Nick Flamel's vigilance. The gems that burst out with light looked indeed dazzling.
Extremely precious.
The colorful rays of light instantly converge into a dazzling beam of light, which shines directly at the Big Ben placed in the center of the office. It penetrates deep into it as if to explore the essence of the Big Ben.
Time passed little by little.
Some characters with unknown meanings began to appear on the [Prying Prism Box]. They were not magic words, but just a kind of weird writing that even Ian, a master of language, could not identify.
"Well, you can't understand it. This is my own language, and only I can understand it." When Nick Flamel stepped forward to identify it, he proudly showed off to the little wizard.
Many times, people who have lived for a long time like him like to tinker with things that ordinary people cannot understand. Ian has only seen this kind of thing in the American TV series "The Big Bang Theory" before time travel. It was mentioned that the creators and fans of a spin-off drama had referenced other languages and created their own language.
certainly.
Nick Flamel seems to be obviously better. His self-created language does not refer to any existing texts. Ian, who is proficient in most languages on the earth, is sure of this.
[Language Proficiency (Level 7): 534/6400] Looking at Ian’s skill level, you will know how many languages he has learned. He insists on spending some time learning various languages every day. He definitely has a say in this point. .
"What did your instrument see?" Ian couldn't understand the self-created language that appeared on the [Secret Peeping Prism Box], so he could only get in front of the instrument and ask Nick Flamel.
"A little weird..."
Nick Flamel did not continue to guard against Ian.
He was reading the words carefully.
His expression gradually became confused and surprised.
"What's weird?" Ian was observing the structure of the entire instrument. Under the prism that emitted light, there was a very intricate mechanical device. It looks like a huge vortex, intertwined with countless small gears, levers and pipes, like a miniature mechanical maze.
"I thought it was a time converter before, but now it seems... something is wrong." Nick Flamel's expression became more and more suspicious.
He looked up at the huge Big Ben, his cloudy but energetic eyes full of disbelief, "If my instrument and my judgment are correct, it is not a time converter, but a time converter." The time interception device...it can intercept a period of time and let the period of time repeat itself."
I heard this.
The first thing that came to Ian's mind was the time loop that Slytherin trapped him into, but there was still some power of fate in Slytherin's time loop.
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"Repeating the same time loop over and over again? Like... repeating the same day?" Ian also felt a little surprised, but Nick Flamel was obviously more confused than him.
"No, no, no, it is different from the form you mentioned. The function of this device is to intercept a certain span of time and splice the beginning and end of this time together."
"Have you ever known about the Möbius strip? It's probably like that. Before the instrument is damaged, it may only be a few months or a few days without a beginning and an end... It's equivalent to time continuing. It is flowing, it will not be reset, and people who are in this cycle will not be reset.”
"One year, two years, ten years, a hundred years, as long as this instrument continues to function, there will be no difference between the lives living within its scope and our perception of time."
"I can't understand why it needs to be recycled for a period of time. You know, it is definitely not a simple matter to maintain the operation of this kind of instrument."
Nick Flamel corrected Ian's wrong views in detail. His instruments and his mind were absolutely amazing, and he was able to understand the nature of Big Ben in such a short period of time.
"Maybe... to avoid a certain disaster?"
Ian felt that Nick Flamel was right. After listening to Nick Flamel's statement, he instantly thought of the illusion of catastrophe he had seen before the tower appeared.
"Well... it is indeed possible to stop the disaster before it comes... However, has such a major event in history affected a certain gathering place of wizards?"
"Old Babylon? Atlantis? Lemuria? You probably haven't left the UK during the holidays, right?" Nick Flamel's frown almost formed a large ravine.
"Um... probably not?" Ian didn't know how to answer. He couldn't point out the location of the tranceland even though he took out the globe.
"..."
Nick Flamel was speechless by Ian's answer.
He could only look at the damaged Big Ben again.
"Maybe we should repair this thing... If we can repair it, we can know how long it was intercepted, and maybe discover what era it came from."
Nick Flamel's curiosity was obviously aroused by the function of Big Ben. He was eager to know what kind of glorious wizard civilization could have the foundation to afford the operation of such an alchemical creation.
"These magic stones of yours are probably also used to maintain the energy of this thing's operation." Nick Flamel's judgment does have a hint of rationality.
but.
Ian felt that maybe things were not as simple as Nick Flamel thought. In the illusion he saw, the role of the magic stone should be to maintain the operation of the entire mysterious tower.
Big Ben is just part of the mysterious tower.
"Anyway, little guy, you really gave me one surprise after another tonight. I think I really want to understand the tomb you dug as much as you do from the bottom of my heart."
Nick Flamel used a tool to crack open the surface of Big Ben. After seeing the intricate structure behind the dial, his eyes rested on the empty small hourglass.
"Sure enough, the time converter was even more damaged than the time converter Albus repaired for me. Not a single grain of sand of time is left." Nick Flamel's tone couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
"Is this the Sands of Time?" Ian walked back to the front of the desk and looked at the broken pendant that had been put aside. He picked it up and gently shook the gravel inside.
The color is wrong.
But the texture is really similar to that wonderful "gravity"...
"Be careful. The Sands of Time probably don't even exist in the Department of Mysteries. If you lose these Sands of Time, we will have to ask Albus and his friends to find funding from the Department of Mysteries."< br>
"It's also filled with my personal collection." Nick Flamel began to disassemble the pipes from Big Ben. He looked up at Ian and couldn't help but remind him in a low voice.
"This is the only thing, is it enough?"
Ian was quite curious when he looked at the Sands of Time, which he could easily count with his naked eyes. His alchemy training from Teacher Morgan had not yet reached this stage.
"Of course it's not enough, not only for Albus, but also for your big clock. The weight of the Sands of Time determines how much time we can affect."
Nick Flamel put away the instrument and walked back. He took the broken time converter from Ian's hand, "However, the sands of time are not the issue that needs to be considered now. The materials needed to repair the time converter are. , much of which has completely disappeared in our time.”
"Including this clock of yours." Nick Flamel's tone was full of indescribable heaviness. He had felt the limitations of the times more than once.
"I do know an alternative formula for creating this type of magic metal...it can create an alloy called Uru." Ian pointed to the missing corner of the time converter.
"Huh?"
Nick Flamel looked at the little wizard with some suspicion.
I saw.
Under his gaze.
The little wizard took out the parchment and wrote out an alchemical formula. It was not too complicated, but it was densely written on 6 pieces of parchment. As soon as he wrote one, Nick Flamel grabbed it and looked at it. When Ian handed over the last one, Nick Flamel's expression had completely changed from confusion to unbelievable horror.
"This... was also found by you digging a grave?"
Nick Flamel, who already had a detailed understanding of Ian's alchemy level, the only reasonable explanation he could think of for this alchemical formula was the harvest from tomb robbing.
"Absolutely."
Ian thought for a moment and then nodded.
Teacher Morgan lives in a trance, and the people in the trance are all dead, which is similar to a grave. Rounding it off, he can indeed be regarded as digging a grave.
"Hiss~~~"
Nick Flamel gasped for more than ten breaths. If Ian hadn't supported him and helped him move his back, maybe he would have gasped and fallen down hard.
"Is it too late for me to learn how to dig graves now?"
Even with Nick Flamel's psychological quality and indifference to worldly desires, he was still shocked by the things that Ian took out one after another and regretted that he had come to the realization too late.
"It was a strenuous job..." Ian recalled the hard work he had to do when digging up senior Tom's family. His heartfelt emotion made Nick Flamel quite speechless.
Such a gain can be achieved.
Let alone strength.
He is happy even if he has to work twenty-four hours a day!
"By the way, speaking of this time converter...please help me take a look, what does this have to do with the Sands of Time?" Ian took advantage of the topic and took out a handful of blurred black sand from his wallet.
He really only took out a small handful.
However.
After Nick Flamel saw the black sand on his little hands sliding down to the ground, he finally couldn't bear it this time. He clutched his chest and fell backwards very suddenly.
Older people sleep well, and can sleep even if they fall on their heads... Fortunately, Ian reacted in time and ran behind Nick Flamel, supporting Nick Flamel with both hands to prevent the master alchemist from falling into a baby-like sleep. .
"The Sands of Time are an alchemical creation, and the black sand you threw to the ground is the raw material. Their origin is a mystery. My teacher only showed me a few grains once."
After Nick Flamel regained his breath, he immediately squatted down and began to carefully pick up the black sand that slipped from Ian's hand. However, Ian's small hand that had not yet grown out was still leaking sand to the ground like an hourglass.
He leaked.
He picked it up.
Seeing that a six-hundred-year-old man was as cautious as those picking up grains of rice during a famine, Ian simply threw a handful of black sand in his hand onto the office.
Anyway, he still has a lot, a lot, a lot...a lot in his wallet.
"What are you doing?"
Ian helped Nick Flamel pick up the black sand on the ground, and he found that Nick Flamel did not fiddle with the black sand, but went straight to the table where things were made and started working.
Nick Flamel slowly took out items from a wooden box next to him that were full of traces of time. They seemed to be chaotic but contained mysterious items: rusty iron blocks and gemstone fragments that shone with strange light. ——As Nick Flamel’s hands began to dance nimbly.
The room was gradually filled with the unique clanging sound of metal smelting and the blazing light of fire. This is definitely an art-level alchemy scene, and Nick Flamel was soon seen forging several prototypes.
These molds have different shapes, some are like sharp shovels, and some are like delicate crowbars. He raised his head and responded to Ian's question while drawing magic words on them.
"You must have dug Merlin's grave, right? It must be, it must be... You dug Merlin's grave, and I'll dig up Arthur Pendragon's. I happen to know where Arthur Pendragon's grave is." Where.”
"He used to have many wizard followers, so there must be good things in the tomb." Nick Flamel's voice was loud, and he was obviously very stimulated.
"Ah!!?"
Only now did Ian realize what Nick Flamel was refining—a tool for tomb robbing! As the magic text continues to be drawn, each piece of tomb robbing tools gradually takes shape. Their surfaces glow with a cold metallic luster under the dim light. They are actually automated tomb robbing tools that can move on their own without the need for others to use them! .
"Don't, don't, don't! You are so old, tomb robbing is not suitable for you! Grave robbing is dangerous! There is poisonous gas! There are traps! There is quicksand! There is also an extremely dangerous curse!"
"There are also mummies, ghosts and revenants, gargoyles and hellhounds, mirror mazes, elemental storms, big-headed corpses, blue-eyed fox corpses, sea monkeys and forbidden women!"
It can be seen from Ian's words trying to scare Nick Flamel.
He was really panicked.
no way.
If Nick Flamel was really asked to dig King Arthur's grave, how could he have the nerve to meet the people in the trance? I'm sure Teacher Morgan would have to hang him up and whip him severely with a whip.
"You can do it? Why can't I?"
Nick Flamel has no intention of stopping.
One after another automated tomb robbing tools were born in his hands.
The craftsmanship is extraordinary.
And the speed is comparable to a ruthless alchemy machine.
"I'm different! Different! My family has been doing this for generations! I have special skills! I know the magic of the East! Feng Shui to find dragons and gold to fix acupoints!"
"There are also the Mountain-Moving Armor-Dividing Technique, Kuixing Kick Fighting, Two-finger Caving and Hairqiu Finger. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the meaning of the names. You just need to feel the unknown power in them."
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Ian completely did not expect that he would cause Nick Flamel to be so stimulated.
"Huh? Hasn't your family been refining magic potions for generations?" Nick Flamel obviously didn't believe Ian's nonsense. He had never heard of the magic the little wizard said.
"Starting from my generation, my descendants have all learned my skills, so isn't it just for generations to come..." Ian defended with a guilty conscience.
He quickly grabbed Nick Flamel, who was planning to build some other props, and he critically confiscated all the crime tools created by Nick Flamel.
It's all coincidence.
It wasn't that the little wizard deliberately waited for Nick Flamel to finish drawing the last ray of magic text before rushing forward.
"Oh, eating alone! And protecting the food!"
Nick Flamel threw the last tool in his hand to Ian as if he had lost interest. The little wizard didn't know how to answer the old man's words.
"Look, haven't I given all the fruits of my hard work for you to study? Why do you have to endure hardship anymore? We young people can just eat the hardships."
Ian was really worried that Nick Flamel would abandon his position as alchemy professor instead of changing his career to become a tomb robber.
"Why are you suffering? Do you still call it suffering?"
"Destiny is very specific. If it gives you hardship when you are young, then when you are old, you will definitely have more endless hardships... Look at Albus .”
"When I met him, he was still a twenty-year-old kid, and I had already been famous for centuries. I could say that I watched him rise and fall step by step."
"To be honest, I have very few friends. Albus is one of the few. Together with him, I caught an Iron Belly and discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood."
"He is so amazing and talented, which surprises me. Unfortunately, fate is not as kind to him as it is to me, and gives him a heavier blow every time."
"He is the one who really endures hardship." Fortunately, Nick Flamel did not continue to insist and walked back to the desk. Regarding Principal Dumbledore's evaluation, Ian did not dare to answer.
"Headmaster Dumbledore is indeed working hard."
All he could do was pretend to be confused and change his concept.
"Hey."
Nick Flamel sighed heavily, and his eyes returned to the "First Sand" of the Sands of Time that Ian took out, as well as the alchemy formula recorded by Ian.
"However, I think fate is also fair to a certain extent. In the end, it favored Albus and many key problems were solved."
"Maybe he really can..." Nick Flamel suddenly stopped talking at this point, as if he didn't want the little wizard to know something shocking so early.
He has seen it.
This little guy is simply daring. If he is exposed to such crazy ideas at such a young age, God knows what even crazier ideas Ian will be able to come up with when he grows up.
Others are fine.
Not only does this little guy have great abilities and talents, but he also has some inexplicable problems with his luck... This is a bit scary. I'm afraid no one will be able to persuade him to do what he wants to do in the future.
It's more than that.
There was also the inscription on the little wizard's arm, and what he felt... Nick Flamel suddenly fully understood why Grindelwald was in this school.
"Leave your things with me. I will repair your clock for you, and then help you decipher these magic words, as well as your contract... I have a lot of work thrown at me right now."
"But who knows that I am also born to be involved in the hard life of the trend-setters of your era." Nick Flamel didn't know if he became a little embarrassed because of recalling his past friendship with Albus Dumbledore. Sentimental. He looked a little sighing after sitting back in the chair.
"Thank you for your help! Professor!"
Seeing that Nick Flamel wanted to stay alone for a while, Ian immediately bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then turned and walked towards the door.
"No need to thank you, after all, I am also very interested in these things, and... your reward is already generous enough, more generous than most recorded gifts in history." Nick Flamel waved to Ian He waved his hand, as if he was immersed in studying the things left by Ian again.
And before the little wizard left.
After the gate closes.
But he raised his head and looked at the door where Ian left.
"I'm really curious, what kind of weird things can he dig out..." Nick Flamel seemed to have suddenly changed into a different person, and the sighs and sadness he had before suddenly disappeared.
There was even a bit of expectation in his tone - obviously, the older a person is, the better his acting skills will be. Nick Flamel seemingly impulsively built a bunch of tools. Perhaps only he knows what they are. Purpose. Lezi people rarely do anything themselves. They prefer to watch the fun.
"Isn't it true that what he dug was Merlin's grave?" After looking away, he looked at a large handful of black sand on the table. Nick Flamel's shock was not false.
He was really shocked several times by what the little wizard took out one after another.
“Shuhushua~”
After carefully putting all the black sand into a bottle, Nick Flamel did not start research work immediately. Instead, he took out a piece of letter paper and sketched a few strokes on it.
【Come quickly! Quick, quick, quick! ! ! 】
Nick Flamel only wrote one sentence, but he used a lot of punctuation marks. After he finished writing, he sealed the letter and handed it to the house elf who appeared in the office at the right time.
"Proro! Go back and hand it over to our mistress. If she is still angry, just tie her up. I have discovered a big secret that Dumbledore has not discovered!"
Nick Flamel happily gave instructions to the house elves.
"Okay, Master, Prolo will fulfill your instructions faithfully! However, Prolo cannot kidnap the mistress. He can only give the mistress some suggestions on how to punish you. This has always been very effective. She will definitely come to Huo in a hurry. Gwartz." It can only be said that this house elf may not have reached the level of Dobby in the Malfoy family.
but.
It was still somewhat rebellious - after the words fell, without giving Nick Flamel time to refute, the house elf disappeared into the office again.
"Hey!"
Nick Flamel lowered his raised hand.
His somewhat uneasy and depressed mood did not last long. Soon, after adjusting his mentality, he immediately focused his attention on the magic text on the table.
"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that I actually got to work." Although he said this, Nick Flamel's tone was brisk, and his analysis was unprecedentedly serious.
This is really full of motivation.
Not just because of his love for alchemy.
More because he saw a possibility.
Thousands of years later.
He and his wife...maybe able to take another look at the world.
(End of chapter)