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Chapter 239: Nick is different from what I imagined
'Nick Flamel.'

'The maker of the Philosopher's Stone, a true ancient, the man who stood at the end of alchemy...'

When Dumbledore took Andrew away from school, Andrew was still thinking about the next contact - there was no way, the name of the Philosopher's Stone was too famous.

But he soon succeeded in shaking off this fantasy.

It wasn't that Dumbledore had cast some magic to stabilize his emotions, nor was it that Andrew's spell power suddenly increased so much that he could control himself, but...

'vomit…'

Andrew put his hands on the ground, retching and trying not to fall down completely - the aftereffects of the portkey were much more serious than Apparition, and it was his first time experiencing such a space journey, and he really couldn't bear it.

"Huh...huh..."

He gasped, recalling what had just happened.

He was called to the office and was told by Dumbledore to put his hand on a stone - Dumbledore said it was a 'portkey', and then after counting down to three, he and Dumbledore were sucked into the huge space fluctuation.

"It's dozens of times more powerful than Apparition..."

Andrew slowly raised his head, looked at Dumbledore who was standing aside as if nothing had happened, and sighed - although Apparition was still a long way off for him, even at that time, it would be too difficult to be as effortless as Dumbledore.

"You can't miss out on the rest of the magic... Time really is... not enough."

He stood up and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. "I feel like I'm almost recovered, Principal."

"That's good, let's go through the checkpoint first to make sure we're not crossing the border illegally, then we'll go visit Nick... Don't panic, it'll be a while before we can use the portkey again."

That's great - this thing is a bit expensive to use...

But Andrew had overestimated Dumbledore - a while meant walking a certain distance after passing the checkpoint.

"Probably this place. He has been living in seclusion here since last year. But he is in good spirits."

After last year?

Andrew struggled to get up from the ground again and determined his yearning for Apparition. At the same time, he thought about the question Dumbledore asked.
Philosopher's Stone? But in theory, Andrew shouldn't know the details of this matter, so he just guessed out of curiosity and didn't ask any questions.

"Please allow me to rest for a while, Principal. I don't know about others, but I am in a very bad mood..."

Andrew sat on the ground without caring about his image. "I hope there is a Knight Bus here. If not, I hope to take it within the UK and apply for reimbursement of the fare..."

He hoped that Dumbledore would realize that he was teaching a second-year student, not a professor or an honors student after graduation.

"Yes, we do have one here, but I remember it was called the Knight Bus when I translated it... After all, they were built later..."

Dumbledore said with a smile, then looked in the direction, "That's it. Nick should know we are coming - I can sense the scent of the looking glass he often uses."

Andrew stood up and used Transfiguration to fix his clothes. "I'm almost there."

"Very good," Dumbledore nodded at him, then led the way and walked quickly towards the wall of a house and rang the doorbell.

'Just an ordinary Muggle house. No, even the grounds are - no, they're fake!'

Andrew finally felt the breath of magic when he approached - yes, wizards will leak some magic in their lives, and there are traces of magic used. And magical creatures will quietly chase after magic - there is another saying that the eggs of the most basic magical creatures will be blown away by the wind and hatched in a magical environment, and the other magical creatures that feed on them will chase after food.

'There is no doubt that there are wizards living here.'

While he was looking at this illusory scene, a trembling old man who looked to be in his nineties walked out of the inner room. When he saw Dumbledore, a smile broke out on his face.

"Oh, Albus, you naughty boy, you stood me up for three days!"

Naughty...ghost?

Andrew was stunned for a moment, then looked panicked.

Merlin's beard, rascal, Dumbledore?
No, shouldn't it be a mutual admiration between two masters? What kind of development is this?
But soon, he found an excuse for himself - yes, when Nick met Dumbledore, it was around 1900, when Dumbledore was a little over 18 years old, and Nick was, well, born in 1327, almost years old...

'A true friend...'

Andrew tried hard to control his expression, as if he had heard nothing.

"So I brought Tyler, Nick."

Dumbledore's expression remained calm. "I don't believe you don't know."

"Don't know? Of course I know... I even got the original manuscript as soon as possible."

Nick smiled and said, "Great, very great. Last year I told you I was going to die, but now I've changed my mind."

"Let's go back first. It's not appropriate to stay at the door." His steps seemed unsteady, and he didn't look like a master who lived for more than six hundred years.

'Are there any negative effects of the elixir, or is it not as effective as advertised?'

Andrew was making guesses, but his pace did not slow down at all - about halfway through, he felt that he had crossed a special area restriction like Diagon Alley.

"Herbs...flying fairies...hiding techniques of a different level, worthy of an alchemist master..."

He didn't comment further, and followed Nick, who was different from what he had imagined, all the way to his living room, "Sit down first."

While drinking tea, before Dumbledore could speak, Mr. Nick looked at Andrew and said, "The glowing tungsten filament replaces the light bulb... What a great discovery..."

'So, it's not the Transfiguration genius, it's the lamp?'

But Nick didn't stop, "A new path has been discovered by you, kid."

"I have been obsessed with alchemy for many years," Nick said dreamily, "Yes, everyone says that the ultimate existence of alchemy is the Philosopher's Stone. With it, we can turn stone into gold. We are at the pinnacle of alchemy..."

"At first, I was also proud of it, because it was truly realized in my hands - the Philosopher's Stone, the dream of all alchemists. But then I realized something was wrong. Alchemy can't have an end, right?"

"I expanded step by step, meeting geniuses one after another. The most talented one was Albus, but even he couldn't surpass me. We only expanded the various aspects of alchemy. But we couldn't find a new peak of alchemy to surpass the existence of the Philosopher's Stone."

He looked at Andrew with sincere eyes, "After countless confirmations, I felt that life began to become boring, until not long ago."

(End of this chapter)