Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 150 149: Writing blessings is actually a blessing
have to say.

Nick LeMay's scream was so loud that it scared the Bowtruckle that fell to the ground. The little guy panicked and found a drawer to crawl into.

"What do you mean? I didn't kill anyone...I didn't kill many people." Ian was stunned for a few seconds. After he came to his senses, he roughly realized why Nick LeMay exclaimed.

"Are you saying that refining the Philosopher's Stone requires killing? Is it the same as Voldemort making his Horcruxes?" To be honest, Ian had never been exposed to the process of refining the Philosopher's Stone.

It wasn't in the Hogwarts library, nor in the alchemy books he found on his own. It was almost impossible for such a creation at the cutting edge of alchemy to be recorded in books.

There are reasons why this kind of knowledge is extremely valuable and most of it is monopolized by private individuals. There are also factors that even if this kind of knowledge is recorded, it is meaningless to almost all alchemy students.

of course.

Alchemists like Ian were not worried about not being able to learn. As long as he was given enough time, his alchemy level would be high and all difficulties would be solved. If Voldemort had not consumed Nick Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, he would have wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to do some reverse analysis and research.

Now, he had unexpectedly obtained a lot of Philosopher's Stones in the misty fantasy. Ian had originally planned to study them by himself. He took them out just now only on a spur of the moment idea after meeting Nick Flamel.

It's not entirely for the purpose of starting a conversation.

After all, Nick Flamel was the one who actually created the Philosopher's Stone. With Nick Flamel's guidance, Ian would save a lot of time and trouble required for reverse research.

"Where did you get so many Philosopher's Stones... Even though they don't have much magic power left like the one I had, I don't think such things can be found so easily, right?" Nick Flamel did not answer Ian's question immediately, but was deeply confused about the origin of the Philosopher's Stone.

I haven't heard of any country being destroyed in these years.

"A good friend gave it to me?"

Ian blinked in an attempt to get away with it.

However, Nick Lemay certainly couldn't believe such nonsense. He patted his forehead speechlessly and said, "Why haven't I met such a good friend before?"

The little wizard's words were full of loopholes. Nick Flamel wanted to deceive himself but he didn't know where to start. He simply couldn't figure out how lucky the little wizard was to have obtained so many Philosopher's Stones.

"Maybe your emotional intelligence is not as high as mine, and you don't have as many good friends as I do." Ian responded seriously again. It was really too complicated to explain the origin of these magic stones.

"..."

Nick Lemay was silent for a long time, then he spoke out his guess with a strange expression, "It seems that the rumor about you liking to dig up other people's ancestral graves is indeed true."

"When Albus privately reminded me before not to hide good things in my own grave, I didn't believe it, but now it seems that Albus's warning to me was a little too conservative."

talking.

Nick Flamel grabbed the Philosopher's Stone that Ian had dumped on the table. His tone was full of emotion. "I think you must have unearthed a very remarkable ancient wizard."

Obviously, in Nico Flamel's view, he had no idea of ​​any other time nodes in the hundreds of years he had lived that could create so many Philosopher's Stones.

Therefore.

Driven by the inertia of his logical thinking, he found an excuse for Ian that Ian had never thought of. Upon hearing this, the little wizard immediately nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"Yeah, that's right. I found an ancient witch tomb." To be honest, Ian felt that this statement was not only reasonable but also not nonsense.

The tower was buried in the misty fantasy, so how could it not be an ancient tomb? He didn't care that Nick LeMay thought he was a grave digger.

after all.

He himself also likes this name. Compared with the names of Skywalker, Dark Lord, White Lord, and Gravedigger, it is definitely more intimidating than other names.

No matter how bold and brave a person is, if he wants to provoke someone who is called a gravedigger, he will probably secretly weigh the importance of his own ancestral grave in his heart before daring to provoke him.

"Is this really the case?"

When Nick Lemay saw Ian's confident expression, he was stunned for a moment, and then the expression on his face became even more strange, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

The young wizard immediately realized what the master alchemist wanted to ask.

He gave an early response.

"It's not Merlin's grave, and I don't know whose grave it is. There are a lot of such magic runes in it." Ian said, and immediately took out the magic runes of the tower that he had copied down based on his memory.

Don't even say it.

After these large pieces of magic runes were taken out, Nick Flamel, who was originally a little bit unconvinced, immediately no longer had any doubts about the origin of Ian's Philosopher's Stone.

"I have obtained some ancient magic words like this before, but because the fragments I obtained contained too little content, I have never been able to successfully decipher the meaning and power they contain."

Nick Lemay only took a glance and immediately put on his glasses. He looked surprised and carefully picked up Ian's copy as if he had found a treasure.

Because he had also obtained a manuscript recording this kind of magic code, Nick Lemay was absolutely sure that Ian could not have copied it from a book that still exists in the world.

"Does the refining of the Philosopher's Stone require killing?" While Nick Flamel was watching the tower runes, Ian asked the question that Nick Flamel had not answered before.

This time Nick LeMay did not beat around the bush.

"Yes, that's right. The refining of the Philosopher's Stone requires human lives, and a large number of human lives. You must still remember the core principles of alchemy, right?"

Nick Flamel was trembling a little because he had been standing for too long. He sat back in his chair and watched the magic runes copied by Ian with great joy. For an alchemy master, it was definitely a very happy thing to be able to study new things.

"Well, an equal exchange."

Ian articulated a core principle that appears in nearly every book on alchemy.

"Yes, it's an equal exchange."

Nick Flamel took out the remaining pages he had kept and compared them with Ian's rubbings. He nodded and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The Philosopher's Stone contains not only great magical power, but also the ability to grant its user immortality because it contains an incomparable and vigorous life force."

"And the equivalent of life is naturally life... This is why these Philosopher's Stones and my Philosopher's Stone still have a lot of magic power, but they can no longer be used to create longevity matter. The energy of life in our Philosopher's Stones has been exhausted before the magic power."

Nick Flamel's words revealed the true secret of the Philosopher's Stone to Ian.

"No exceptions? They are all the last remaining magic power?"

Ian continued to ask curiously.

"Yes, there are no exceptions. In fact, the magic power in the Philosopher's Stone is mostly used to maintain the preservation of life force, so any Philosopher's Stone will end up with this result."

talking.

Nick Flamel turned his head and looked at the dozens of Philosopher's Stones on the table again. There was a hint of regret in his eyes, but it was not the fear of death.

I just have regrets about life.

Or to be more precise, it is still dissatisfaction with one's own achievements.

"Your magic words provide me with enough examples. I will help you translate as much as possible in the last days of my life. Unfortunately, I probably can't solve the puzzles that I haven't solved yet."

"You have great talent and a long future ahead of you. I will leave you a homework before I die. I hope you can complete the research that I can no longer complete."

This is why Nick Flamel wants to concoct a universal elixir and why he still has a attachment to life. After his death, he will embark on his next journey with many regrets.

However, he has now truly let it go because he has discovered the existence of Ian, a young man valued by Albus Dumbledore who has an almost heaven-defying talent for alchemy. If there are descendants who can help him see the scenery that he has never seen, it would be a perfect ending for Nick Flamel.

"Why don't you make another Philosopher's Stone? Even if it takes a lot of lives to make a Philosopher's Stone, I think there shouldn't be a small number of people dying in various accidents every year, right?"

Ian spoke in confusion. In his opinion, just collecting the remaining life energy of people who died accidentally would eventually add up to the amount needed for a magic stone.

Nick Flamel looked at the young wizard and smiled softly, "It's not that simple. The refining of the Philosopher's Stone requires collecting hundreds of thousands of lives in a short period of time."

"It was during the Black Death that I was able to obtain the conditions for refining the Philosopher's Stone by chance. It was a heartbreaking tragedy that led to my miracle."

"You're not trying to instigate me to create such a disaster, are you? To be honest, I've lived enough. The harmony of the world is more important than my continued existence."

have to say.

Nick Flamel is still a very conscious person.

"According to what you said, Muggles should have had similar necessary conditions during World War II?" Ian thought of the world war that took place decades ago.

"That era was indeed an opportunity, but it didn't belong to me." Nick Flamel's answer was so meaningful that Ian's pupils could not help but shrink slightly.

"Ah? What do you mean?"

The more Ian thought about Nick Flamel's answer, the more terrifying it seemed.

"Some people say that there is a wizard next to that mustache, and that wizard used the mustache to start a war in order to refine a magic stone."

"You should ask Grindelwald about this matter. He may be the only one who knows the truth." Nick Flamel's new interpretation of World War II is simply horrifying.

"Sigh~"

Ian was so shocked that he gasped.

"You mean to say that Grindelwald was the one who started World War II?" He felt that this was too unbelievable and different from what he knew about Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

Just when Ian thought that Grindelwald had hidden himself too deeply, Nick Flamel shook his head and restored the image of Grindelwald in his mind.

"I just said that Grindelwald might know the inside story. I'm not saying that he is such an evil person... Of course, he is evil, but not to this extent."

"It's another mysterious wizard. If Grindelwald doesn't know, then no one knows who it is. The only thing I'm sure of is that a Philosopher's Stone was born in that era."

Nick Flamel had no intention of throwing dirty water on Grindelwald. The most important thing for an alchemist to maintain is to look at problems from an objective perspective.

"This is really a piece of news that subverts our cognition..."

Ian still couldn't fully digest the new interpretation of World War II he received today.

"Let's talk about my last wish... including this magic rune. It has always been my regret. I will give you a good start on the road to analysis."

"But most of the follow-up content is only available to you if you have the time." Nick Lemay seemed not to want to continue talking about World War II.

"Of course no problem. I have completed your homework and will tell you all the answers you want to know when the time comes." Ian knew that Nick Flamel could only live for a year at most.

His words were not just to comfort Nick Flamel. After all, for him, even if Nick Flamel died, it would not be the last time he and Nick Flamel met.

Wherever the heart desires.

It could guide Ian to find Nick Flamel in the misty fantasy. However, Nick Flamel didn't know this yet, he just laughed out loud with relief.

Most alchemists would never agree so readily if they heard that he had unfinished business to be entrusted to them. Most of the students he taught in his life would just obey his orders.

It's no wonder that those students didn't dare to agree. You know, as the most powerful alchemist in more than 600 years, Nico Flamel's name is someone that every alchemist needs to look up to.

Because of this, most alchemists would naturally feel that they could not accomplish what Nick Flamel could not accomplish. No alchemist would be as confident as Ian.

It was as if... subconsciously he believed that he could do something that Nick LeMay couldn't do. This was not arrogance, but this was the kind of junior that Nick LeMay wanted to meet.

"Very good, burn the answer for me, and maybe I can see it too." Nick Flamel looked at the little wizard with more and more fondness. He seemed to see his former self in Ian.

The same amazing talent, the same confidence, and the magical talent that far exceeds his own will make this little wizard's rise truly unstoppable in the days to come.

Hexagonal wizard.

The last little guy who was so envied was Albus Dumbledore. Unfortunately, when Albus Dumbledore realized that alchemy could not do certain things, he gave up further research in this field.

"Of course you'll see it for yourself."

Ian winked at Nick Flamel.

The smile on Nick Lemay's face became more and more intense.

"It will take at least several years to fully decipher a completely unfamiliar magic system. I don't think I will live to see that time." He turned his attention back to Ian's rubbings. The time converter repair work that Dumbledore had entrusted him with seemed to have been forgotten by him.

"There's always a miracle."

Ian also moved closer to Nick Flamel and looked at the torn page that had been annotated by Nick Flamel, which already had some interpretations of the tower's rune bytes.

"Hahaha, then I'll take advantage of your good words and try to live another year or two." Nick Lemay gave up half of his seat to Ian and let Ian sit next to him.

"Why not be a little bolder? I think if you work hard, living another three years is not a problem. Living five years is also promising. Living ten years is not impossible."

Ian habitually said auspicious words. He really hoped that Nick Flamel could live longer, otherwise he would have to go to the Twilight Zone to find Nick Flamel to continue deciphering these magic words.

Yes.

Go to the Twilight Zone to find the dead Nick Flamel and continue interpreting.

No one knows how to get homework done better than Ian.

But he felt that Nick Flamel, who had become a ghost, might not be as motivated as he is now.

"Why do I feel like your tone sounds a little strange?" As a little-known prophet, Nick LeMay's intuition and sharpness have not diminished with age.

"What's strange about that? I'm blessing you! I hope you can live another ten or eight years!" Ian hurriedly explained. He actually just wanted to cover up his intention to chase to the misty fantasy to find Nick Flamel.

however.

After the words fell.

Ian was suddenly stunned.

"what happened?"

The little wizard suddenly yawned.

He felt that the unclear shadow pattern in his mind seemed to jump slightly, and a lot of the magic power in his body was absorbed into the invisible pattern.

Nothing happened.

But the fatigue that suddenly arose was extremely obvious.

(End of this chapter)