Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 151 150: Three Shocks! King Arthur's Tomb!

A sudden feeling of sleepiness and fatigue came over me.

Ian couldn't help rubbing his eyes and yawning several times. Nick Flamel turned his head and looked at him, as if he also noticed that the little wizard suddenly looked a little depressed.

"How many days have you not slept?" Nick Lemay felt that the dark circles under Ian's eyes had widened again. He didn't know if it was due to his old eyesight.

"No, I slept soundly last night. I make sure to get at least a few hours of sleep every day. I only stay up late occasionally. I know how harmful staying up late is to your height growth."

Ian felt his brain was heavy and his vision was blurry. This feeling was not only like playing games all night, but also a bit like low blood sugar.

The activity of magic power also dropped sharply.

He didn't know what the reason was, he only knew it must be related to the legendary shadow in his mind, but the legendary shadow that absorbed the magic power was now silent again. No matter how Ian tried to inject magic power into it, the legendary shadow was still unresponsive like a pool of stagnant water.

"You're right. We are still growing taller, so we should stay up late less often." Although Nick Lemay said this, he still opened his drawer and wanted to get some stimulating potion for Ian.

however.

"Cuckoo~"

The Bowtruckle, which had hidden in the drawer before, had just finished drinking the last bottle of Nick Flamel's stock, and threw away the empty bottle and quickly climbed up Nick Flamel's arm to the top of Nick Flamel's head. It leaped up, landed on the ground, jumped a few times, and then ran towards the door.

Ian wanted to catch it.

But perhaps it was because the quality of Nick Flamel's potion was too good, the Bowtruckle's little feet left an afterimage and soon disappeared at the corner of the corridor outside the gate.

"Shouldn't the Bowtruckle be dangerous?"

Ian was wondering whether he should hunt down the Bowtruckle. The magical creatures of level XX as defined by the Ministry of Magic were not considered dangerous, so he was not worried about the Bowtruckle murder incident.

This amazing animal is actually quite timid. The Bowtruckle is a peaceful, extremely shy animal that has lived for many years on a diet consisting essentially of insects.

Only when the tree they live in is threatened will they muster up their not-so-much courage and pounce on loggers or outsiders who try to destroy their home.

The largest victims of a bowtruckle are woodpeckers, and if their territory is violated or disturbed, the bowtruckle will use its long, sharp fingers to dig into the woodpecker's eyes.

"I think the little guy just doesn't want to stay by your side. Don't worry, Bowtruckles usually don't attack humans. It may just want to run back to its home." Nick Lemay didn't care about the escaped Bowtruckle. He continued to focus on the rubbings on the table.

"Ok?"

Nick Lemay didn't know if he had an illusion, or maybe it was because of the excitement of having a new research target, but he actually found that his eyesight seemed to have improved.

To the extent that the glasses he was wearing at the moment didn't quite fit him - Nick Lemay took off his glasses with a bit of confusion, and turned the wheel on them to adjust the degree of the glasses.

"It seems that my passion for alchemy has reawakened my life. I just hope this is not a last gasp." Nick Flamel was surprised to find that his hands were not shaking as much as before.

In the past.

It was clear that his hands didn't shake unless he was doing alchemy. Nick Flamel put on his glasses again with a slightly confused look, and as he continued to flip through the rubbings, he turned his head and looked at the little wizard several times with a strange look.

"I was counting on it to plant trees for me, but it ate so many snacks from my purse for nothing." Ian stood at the door and looked into the distance for several times, then walked back to the office indignantly.

"You're such an untameable guy. My affinity with magical creatures has always been pretty good." He seemed to be very concerned about the fact that the Bowtruckle had wasted several days of his snacks.

"You can't expect all magical animals to like being with you, just like you can't expect everyone to believe 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 ruined in the drawer.

"Something to cheer you up?"

Ian took the small pill with some surprise, put it under his nose and sniffed it hard. He identified several ingredients, but most of the materials used were unfamiliar.

He couldn't even smell the complete formula, let alone discern its efficacy. He could only make some guesses based on the few ingredients of the potion he smelled.

He didn't doubt whether Nick Lemay would put something in it. Only Ian would do such a thing. He put the pill in his mouth and took a sip, trying to use his tongue to continue to distinguish it.

however.

The small pill did not give him a chance to taste it. It went down his throat almost the moment it entered his mouth, fully demonstrating what it meant to be refined instantly after entering his mouth.

"Hahahahaha~"

Ian pursed his lips but still couldn't taste anything, but the effect of the pill was indeed very fast, and he immediately felt his spirits suddenly lifted.

not only that.

The problem of weak magic power caused by the sudden activity of the Legendary Shadow was instantly solved, 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 little pill seemed to be more effective than his infinite firepower potion.

Nick Flamel picked up the cup and took a sip of water with a smile.

"Then you need a philosopher's stone first. Maybe you will get a chance in a few years." The old alchemy master might not be a mediocre person in the field of prophecy.

"Magic stone?"

Ian looked at the pile of Philosopher's Stones he had poured out.

"I'm talking about a truly complete Philosopher's Stone that still possesses life energy." Nick Flamel's words startled the little wizard for a moment, then his eyes widened immediately.

"You gave me the elixir of immortality?! I always thought it was a potion!"

Ian looked at the small wooden box still placed on the table by Nick Flamel in a doubtful tone. The alchemical runes engraved on it were often used as containers for storing potions.

Perhaps it can be seen as a magical version of the "refrigerator" production process.

"Hahahaha, you should have felt it, the vigorous vitality it contains." Nick Lemay's words without a direct answer can actually be regarded as a tacit agreement.

Ian swallowed.

"I remember that you didn't have many elixirs left, but you just casually gave me one. You may lose several months of your life because of this."

He actually regretted taking Nick LeMay's pill without asking clearly.

To be honest, compared to cheering up, he would rather see Nick Flamel live longer. After all, an alchemist of this level going to the Twilight Zone would be a loss to wizards all over the world, and the young wizards who could take alchemy classes at Hogwarts would also lose an extremely precious gem-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 irreplaceable nature of a good teacher.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say." Nick Flamel shook his head and laughed, "It's just an elixir of life. For me, it's actually a good deal."

He looked at the young wizard deeply and flipped through the rubbing text again. The number of tower magic runes that Ian copied based on his memory was not small.

It was a very thick stack.

"I actually have a selfish motive. I want to use your knowledge to analyze these magic words."

Ian felt that Nick Flamel's words were probably because he had found these tower runes for Nick Flamel, and Nick Flamel felt that he could finally get rid of a regret before he died.

Nick Lemay smiled again and did not respond.

"Do you know what era this magic rune comes from?" Ian was full of energy now, so he came closer curiously and saw Nick Flamel put the copied text under a small floating light source.

About this question.

Nick Lemay also has his own judgment.

"It comes from before Merlin's time. During Merlin's time, some of this magic rune might still be in use. The fragment I got is from Merlin's manuscript."

Nick Flamel's answer did not disappoint the young wizard. He was indeed able to determine the age of the magic rune. However, Ian still could not determine the age of the tower based on this information.

to be frank.

Ian also looked up a lot of information after returning to the world.

however.

The national catastrophe that Ian witnessed could not be found in even the most detailed books on the history of magic. It was as if it had never happened in history.

"Yeah, this should be something from around the time of Merlin." Ian thought of the relief he saw in the tower, which clearly recorded the story of his cheap senior sister.

only.

Since he didn't know how many years Teacher Morgan lived, Ian couldn't accurately determine the era of the tower and what period of Teacher Morgan's life it was in.

Maybe he could ask Mr. Morgan for details when he went to the Misty Illusion, but since he had just entered the Misty Illusion once, there was still a long cooling period before his next entry. The cooling period was still the same cooling period, and the expectation that his magic power would reach its limit and he could enter whenever he wanted did not happen.

"Is there no information about the owner of the tomb you dug? I think that since so many Philosopher's Stones could be placed in the tomb, he must be an indelible figure in history."

Nick Lemay also spoke with some confusion after hearing this.

He did not ask Ian where the tomb was, nor did he think of asking Ian to take him to the tomb. He knew very well the proper measure and boundaries in conversation.

It is extremely rude and offensive for a wizard to share his opportunities with others.

"Perhaps?"

The figure of a black-robed skeleton emerged in Ian's mind, but he didn't 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.

It was not that kind of sinister undead ghost. Ian discovered this not long after he brought the black-robed skeleton back. The black-robed skeleton even had a more vigorous vitality than a living person.

"Why did you come up with a maybe statement?"

Nick Flamel was a little confused by Ian's choice of words.

"I found a guy tied up with chains inside...but he told me he had lost his memory, so I don't think we can find many clues from him."

Ian answered honestly.

His remarks shocked Nick LeMay.

"A guy who's still alive? Lived for at least a few thousand years?" Nick Flamel looked at the Philosopher's Stone again. He probably thought that the guy Ian met was staying alive by relying on the power of the Philosopher's Stone.

"Should it be considered alive? I placed it in the Room of Requirement. Perhaps you can go take a look when you have time? I don't dare to carry it around, and there's no way to put it in here."

Ian took out his purse again. If you look closely, you can see that the edge of his purse has traces of stitches that were repaired after being torn.

The reason for this situation was that Ian tried to stuff the black-robed skeleton in. However, the purse 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, this purse that had taken so much effort to expand to the size of more than half of Hogwarts would have been scrapped.

"You even brought that old thing back to school..." Nick Lemay's wrinkled throat moved a few times, and he couldn't help but feel the same doubts as many professors in the school.

Why didn't this guy go to Gryffindor if he was so bold?!

"This is one of the reasons why I came to see you." Ian finally seized the opportunity, rolled up his sleeves, and revealed the contract inscription hidden on his arm.

"This……"

Nick Flamel came over to take a look. The inscriptions were completely different from the ancient tower magic runes. He couldn't help but hold his eyes and suddenly grabbed Ian's arm.

His grip was tight, but the force was not great. After all, as a man over 600 years old, his physical functions were seriously impaired, and no matter how excited he was, he could not exert much force.

"It should be a magical oath, somewhat similar to the Unbreakable Spell of our wizards, but more complex and cumbersome, and the binding force and effectiveness it can produce are much greater." After staring at the hidden inscription on Ian's hand for a long time, Nick Flamel slowly spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Many ancient priests have similar marks on their remains, but yours is different from all the examples I've seen. It's more like a..."

Nick Lemay suddenly stopped talking at this point, and did not say anything more. His eyes flickered, and he held Ian's arm tightly with his two dry hands for a long time without any intention of letting go.

"What kind of thing?"

More than ten minutes passed.

Ian couldn't help his curiosity after all.

However, his question still did not receive a response from Nick Flamel. This super alchemist who had lived for more than 600 years only carefully touched the inscription on Ian's arm.

"No, actually I don't understand it either." He let go of Ian's hand, smiled a little embarrassedly, and even scratched his head like a child.

"what?"

Ian never expected that after waiting for such a long time, he would only get such an answer.

He looked up carefully at the top of Nick Flamel's head, but did not notice that it had turned into a pointed shape. He was a little confused as to why Nick Flamel seemed to have Alzheimer's disease.

"I am only a mortal after all. I have simply lived long enough. I may not know as much as Albus. You can't expect me to know the answers to everything."

Nick Lemay spread his hands helplessly.

This is indeed true.

"Okay, then can you help me study this thing a little?" Ian said as he took out another piece of paper, on which was the mysterious contract inscription that he had copied down in advance.

"Of course no problem." Nick Flamel did not take 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, what he meant was that he had memorized the inscription on Ian's arm completely accurately.

"No, no, of course I don't doubt your memory." Ian took back the parchment decisively, but God knows whether 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 the little wizard meaningfully, his cloudy pupils shaking slightly. He looked at the clock in the office, which reminded Ian of something else.

"I also found this thing in there." In order to help Nick Flamel more clearly distinguish the age of the tower, Ian took out the Big Ben that he had packed in the tower before.

Big Ben, which is larger than several Ians combined, looks extremely old. It made a dull sound when placed on the ground. The dial without hands on it looks like it has gone through a lot of weathering.

"?????"

Nick Lemay was confused again.

What's going on recently! Why do people always come to him with broken time converters? And they are all ancient creations? Didn't they say that all the ancient time converters were destroyed by the Department of Mysteries a long time ago?
Where did such a huge mass come from? Nick Flamel leaned over and touched the inscription on it. The refining system was exactly the same as the high tower magic runes that Ian had taken out, which made him sigh.

"There's a reason why Albus likes you so much. You two are so similar. You're both the kind of people who always find this kind of shitty work to throw at me."

Nick Flamel shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked tremblingly to a cabinet. After searching for a while, he finally took out an instrument from the bottomless cabinet.

"what is this?"

Ian was attracted by the appearance of the strange instrument. This strange instrument was as big as a computer, with a shell made of a rare magic alloy and covered with fine hollow carvings on the surface. These carvings shone mysteriously in the dim light, as if every line contained an ancient magic spell.

The whole body structure is filled with alchemical formulas that Ian finds difficult to decipher. A multi-faceted crystal is inlaid in one corner of the instrument, which is crystal clear like a gem that condenses the brilliance of the stars. The only judgment Ian can make is that the gem is not only the core of the instrument, but also the key to activate its function.

"I named it the Mystery Prism Box." Nick Flamel had some difficulty in carrying the instrument. Ian wanted to step forward to help, but Nick Flamel dodged him.

He obviously feels a little unwilling to accept his old age.

"Can this thing be used to analyze alchemical creations whose effects are unknown?" Ian pondered the name of the instrument and asked uncertainly.

"Yes, that's right. We may not be able to know the meaning of these magic words individually, but we can use the means of our time to analyze the operating principles of these ancient creations."

"After all, most things in this world have something in common, and magic runes are no exception. The Creator did not hide any completely different and contradictory rules in our world."

Nick Flamel began to pull out a bunch of long tubes from the [Secret Prism Box], which was obviously based on Muggle technology. A good alchemist would not refuse any knowledge that could provide him with convenience. As Nick Flamel slowly moved, the tubes were connected to the damaged Big Ben.

"Can a broken creation be analyzed?" Ian admitted that his alchemy skills might still be insufficient, and was very surprised at the working principles of creation described by Nick Flamel.

"You underestimate me, little guy." Nick Flamel smiled softly, and his meaning was self-evident. It took him more than ten minutes to connect all the pipelines to Big Ben.

"Stand back."

When he was bending over with one hand supporting his waist and preparing to start the instrument, Nick Flamel reminded Ian, which made the little wizard swallow and feel a little nervous.

"Can there be danger when analyzing creation?" Ian quickly retreated to the side of the bridge, took out his magic wand and turned himself into a bullet-proof shield.

however.

Nick Lemay's answer left him speechless.

"No, I was afraid that you would be too quick and take the core of my instrument away... I seriously suspect that you have almost emptied the tomb you found."

Nick Flamel's cautious vigilance made the little wizard have no idea how to respond.

"..."

Ian was about to say that he didn't want things that had an owner, but before he could finish his words, he saw Nick Flamel moving the prism, and the next moment, the [Mystery Prism Box] began to flash with colorful light.

Red like flames, blue like the deep sea, green like the forest, yellow like the sun, purple like the void, silver like moonlight, black like dark shadows… The suddenly shining gem was fixed on a seemingly invisible axis in an incredible way, rotating slowly and steadily, and from time to time bursting out brilliant light that converged in the instrument.

Ian still couldn't understand how the instrument worked, but he began to understand Nick Flamel's vigilance. The glowing gems did look dazzling.

Extraordinarily precious.

The colorful light instantly gathered into a dazzling beam of light, shooting directly towards the Big Ben placed in the center of the office. It seemed to be exploring the essence of the Big Ben.

Time passed little by little.

Some characters of unknown meaning began to appear on the [Secret Prism Box]. They were not magic words, but a kind of strange text that even Ian, a master of language, could not recognize.

"What do you think? You don't understand it, right? This is a language I created, and only I can understand it." As Nick Flamel walked forward to identify it, he did not forget to show off proudly to the little wizard.

Often, people like him who have lived for a long time like him like to tinker with things that ordinary people cannot understand. Ian had only seen the creation of a language before he traveled through time in the American TV series "The Big Bang Theory". It mentioned that the creators and fans of a spin-off series had created their own language based on other languages.

of course.

Nick Flamel seemed to be clearly superior, as his self-created language did not refer to any existing characters. As Ian, who was proficient in most languages ​​on earth, was certain of this.

[Language Proficiency (Level 7): 534/6400] Just look at Ian's skill level and you'll know how many languages ​​he has learned. As someone who spends some time every day learning various languages, he definitely has a say in this regard.

"What did your instrument see?" Ian couldn't understand the self-created language that appeared on the [Secret Prism Box], so he could only move in front of the instrument and ask Nick Flamel.

"It's a little strange..."

Nick LeMay did not continue to guard against Ian.

He was interpreting the text 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 complicated mechanical device. It was shaped like a huge vortex, interwoven with countless tiny gears, levers, and pipes, like a miniature mechanical maze.

"I thought this was a time converter before, but now it looks like... something is wrong." Nick Flamel's expression became more and more confused.

He looked up at the huge Big Ben, his cloudy but bright eyes filled with disbelief, "If my instrument and my judgment are correct, it is not a time converter, but a time interception device... It can intercept a period of time and let this period of time repeat over and over again."

Hearing this.

The first thing that came to Ian's mind was the time loop that Slytherin had trapped him in, but Slytherin's time loop also contained a part of the power of fate.

"Repeating the same time loop over and over again? Just like... repeating the same day?" Ian also felt a little surprised, and Nick Flamel was obviously more confused than him.

"No, no, no, it's different from what you said. The function of this device is to intercept a certain span of time and splice the beginning and end of this period together."

"You've heard of the Möbius strip, right? It's basically like that. Before this device is damaged, this could be just a few months or even just a few days, and then there will be no beginning or end... It's like time is always flowing, it won't reset, and people in this loop won't experience a reset either."

"One year, two years, ten years, a hundred years, as long as this instrument keeps functioning, there will be no difference in the lives within its sphere of influence and in our perception of time."

"I don't quite understand why this cycle is needed for such a period of time. You know, it is definitely not an easy task to keep this kind of equipment running."

Nick Flamel corrected Ian's wrong views in detail. His instruments and his mind were absolutely amazing. They figured out the essence of Big Ben in such a short time.

"Perhaps... to avoid a disaster?"

Ian felt that what Nick Flamel said was probably correct. After listening to what Nick Flamel said, he instantly thought of the devastating scene he had seen before the tower appeared.

"Well... stopping the disaster before it arrives... is indeed possible... But has there ever been such a major event in history that affected a certain wizard gathering place?"

"Ancient Babylon? Atlantis? Lemuria? You shouldn't have left England during your holidays, right?" Nick Flamel's frown was almost connected into a big ravine.

"Um... probably not?" Ian didn't know how to answer. He couldn't point out where the hazy illusion was even after he took out the globe.

"..."

Nick Flamel was speechless by Ian's answer.

He could only turn his gaze back to the damaged Big Ben.

"Maybe we should restore this thing... If we can restore it, we can know how long it was captured, and maybe find out what era it came from."

Nick Flamel was obviously intrigued by the function of Big Ben. He was eager to know what kind of brilliant 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 provide energy to keep this thing running." Nick Flamel's judgment does have a certain rationality.

but.

However, Ian felt that perhaps things were not as simple as Nick Flamel thought. In the illusion he saw, the role of the Philosopher's Stone should be to maintain the operation of the entire mysterious tower.

Big Ben is only 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 up from the bottom of my heart, just like you."

Nick Flamel used a tool to knock open the face of Big Ben. After seeing the intricate structure behind the dial, his eyes rested on the empty small hourglass inside.

"Sure enough, it's even more damaged than the time converter that Albus repaired for me. There's not a single grain of sand of time left." Nick Flamel's tone couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"Is this the Sand of Time?" Ian walked back to the front of the desk and looked at the broken pendant that was placed aside. He picked it up and gently shook the sand inside.

The color is wrong.

But the texture and that wonderful "gravity" are really similar...

"Be careful. There probably aren't many Sands of Time left in the Department of Mysteries. If you lose them, we'll have no choice but to ask Albus and his friends to seek funding from the Department of Mysteries."

"It's also filled with my personal collection." Nick Flamel began to remove the pipes from Big Ben. He looked up at Ian and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"That's all I have. Is it enough?"

Ian was quite curious as he looked at the Sands of Time, whose exact number he could probably count with the naked eye. He had not yet reached this stage in his alchemy training from Teacher Morgan.

"Of course it's not enough, not only for Albus, but even more so for your big clock. The amount of the sands of time determines how much time we can affect."

Nick Flamel put away the instrument and walked back. He took the damaged time converter from Ian and said, "However, the Sand of Time is not the problem we need to consider now. The materials needed to repair this time converter are. Many of these materials have completely disappeared in our time."

"Including your bell." Nick Flamel's tone was filled with unspeakable heaviness. He had felt the limitations of the times more than once.

"I do know an alternative formula for creating this kind of magical metal...it can create an alloy called Uru." Ian pointed to the missing corner of the time converter.

"Ok?"

Nick Flamel looked at the little wizard with some suspicion.

I saw.

Under his gaze.

The young wizard took out a parchment and wrote down an alchemical formula. It was not complicated, but it filled up 6 sheets of parchment. He wrote one sheet and Nick Flamel picked it up to read it. When Ian handed over the last sheet, Nick Flamel's expression had completely changed from confusion to incredible horror.

"This... was also dug out by you from the grave?"

Nick Flamel, who already had a detailed understanding of Ian's level of alchemy, could only think of the only reasonable explanation for this alchemical formula as the gains from tomb robbing.

"more or less."

Ian thought about it and then nodded.

Teacher Morgan lives in a hazy fantasy world, where only the dead live, which is similar to the situation in a graveyard. If you round it off, you can say that he was dug out of a grave.

"Sigh~~~"

Nick Lemay gasped for more than ten breaths of cold air. If Ian hadn't supported him and smoothed his back, he might have fallen down gasping for air.

"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 Ian took out one after another, and he regretted that he had realized it too late.

"It was hard work..." Ian recalled the hard work he put in digging out senior Tom's family. His heartfelt sigh left Nick Lemay speechless.

To have this kind of harvest.

Don't even mention it's strenuous work.

He would be happy even if he had to work twenty-four hours a day!
"By the way, speaking of this time converter... can you help me take a look at what this has to do with the Sand of Time?" Ian took the opportunity to take out a handful of misty black sand from his purse.

He really only took out a small handful.

however.

After seeing the black sand continuously sliding from his little hands to the ground, Nick Lemay couldn't bear it anymore this time. He covered his chest and fell backwards very abruptly.

Older people sleep well and can fall asleep even if they lie down... Fortunately, Ian reacted in time and ran behind Nick Flamel, supporting Nick Flamel with both hands and preventing the alchemist from falling into a baby-like sleep.

"The Sands of Time are an alchemical creation, and the black sands you threw on the ground are the raw materials. Their origin is a mystery, and my teacher only showed me a few grains of them before."

After Nick Lemay caught his breath, he immediately squatted down and began to carefully pick up the black sand that had slipped from Ian's hands. Ian's little hands, which had not yet grown, were still leaking sand onto the ground like an hourglass.

He leaked.

He picked it up.

Seeing a 600-year-old man being as cautious as those picking up rice grains during a famine, Ian simply threw all the black sand in his hand into the office.

Anyway, he still has a lot, a lot, a lot... a lot in his pocket.

"What are you doing?"

After Ian helped Nick Flamel pick up the black sand on the ground, he found that Nick Flamel did not touch the black sand, but walked straight to the table where things were being made and started working.

Nick Flamel slowly took out a number of seemingly disorganized but mysterious items from a wooden box beside him that was covered with traces of time: rusty iron blocks, gem fragments sparkling with strange light - as Nick Flamel's hands began to dance flexibly.

The room was gradually filled with the clanging sounds and blazing flames of metal smelting. This was definitely an art-level alchemy scene, and soon Nick Flamel forged several prototypes.

These molds had various shapes, some looked like sharp shovels, and some looked like delicate crowbars. He drew magic runes on them and looked up to respond to Ian's question.

"You must have dug up Merlin's grave, right? You must have dug up Merlin's, and I'll dig up Arthur Pendragon's. I happen to know where Arthur Pendragon's grave is."

"He used to have quite a few wizard followers, so there must be good things in the tomb." Nick Flamel's voice was loud and clear, and he was obviously very upset.

"ah!!?"

Ian finally realized what Nick Flamel was making—tools for tomb robbing! As the magic words continued to be drawn, the tomb robbing tools gradually took shape. Their surfaces glowed with a cold metallic luster under the dim light. They were actually automated tomb robbing tools that could move on their own without the need for anyone else to use them!

"No, no, no! You are too old to rob tombs! It is very dangerous! There are poisonous gases! There are traps! There is quicksand! There are also extremely dangerous curses!"

"There are also mummies, ghosts and dead souls, gargoyles and hellhounds, mirror mazes, elemental storms, big-headed corpses, blue-eyed fox corpses, sea monkeys and forbidden women!"

This can be seen from the words Ian used when trying to scare Nick Flamel.

He was really panicked.

no way.

If Nick Flamel really went to dig up King Arthur's grave, how could he have the nerve to meet the people in the illusion? It's possible that Mr. Morgan would hang him up and whip him severely.

"You can do it? Why can't I?"

Nick Lemay showed no intention of stopping.

One after another, automated tomb-robbing tools were born in his hands.

The craftsmanship is extraordinary.

And its speed is comparable to that of a ruthless alchemical machine.

"I'm different! Different! My family has been doing this for generations! I have special skills! I know oriental magic! Feng Shui to find dragons and divide gold to locate tombs!"

"There are also the Mountain Moving and Armor Separation Technique, the Kuixing Kick, the Double Finger Cave Exploration Technique, and the Hair Hill Finger Technique. It doesn't matter if you don't understand the meaning of the names, as long as you feel the power behind them."

Ian had never expected that he would cause such a great shock to Nick Flamel.

"Huh? Hasn't your family been making potions for generations?" Nick Flamel obviously didn't believe Ian's nonsense. He had never heard of the magic that the little wizard talked about.

"Starting from my generation, my descendants have all learned my skills, so it will be passed down from generation to generation..." Ian defended himself with a guilty conscience.

He quickly grabbed Nick Flamel, who was planning to make some other props, and critically confiscated all the tools made by Nick Flamel.

It's all coincidence.

It wasn't that the young wizard deliberately waited until Nick Flamel finished drawing the last magic rune before rushing forward.

"Oh, eating alone! And protecting the food!"

Nick Flamel seemed to have lost interest and threw the last tool in his hand to Ian. The young wizard had no idea how to respond to the old elder's words.

"Look, I have worked so hard to get all the results, and I have also given them to you to study. Why do you have to suffer again? We young people can suffer."

Ian was really worried that Nick Flamel would give up his position as professor of alchemy and become a tomb robber.

"What kind of suffering do you endure? Do you still call this suffering?"

"Destiny is very specific. If it makes you suffer when you are young, you will definitely suffer more when you are old... Look at Albus."

"When I met him, he was still a little boy of twenty, and I had been famous for centuries. I can say that I watched him rise and fall step by step."

"To be honest, I have very few friends who are much older than me. Albus is one of them. Together with him, I caught an ironbelly and discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood."

"He is so talented and brilliant, which surprised me. Unfortunately, fate was not as kind to him as it was to me, and dealt him heavier blows each time."

"He is the one who really endures hardships." Fortunately, Nick Flamel did not insist and walked back to his desk. Ian did not dare to respond to his evaluation of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Principal Dumbledore has worked really hard."

He could only respond by changing the concept and pretending to be confused.

"Hey."

Nick Flamel sighed heavily, and his gaze returned to the "first sand" of the Sand of Time that Ian took out, as well as the alchemical formula recorded by Ian.

"However, I think fate is fair to a certain extent. It finally favored Albus and provided solutions to many key problems."

"Maybe he can really..." Nick Flamel suddenly stopped talking here, as if he didn't want the little wizard to know something shocking so early.

He has seen it.

This little guy is so daring. If he is exposed to such crazy ideas at such a young age, God knows what even crazier ideas Ian will come up with when he grows up.

Others are fine.

This little guy is not only talented, but also has some unsolvable luck... This is a bit scary. I'm afraid no one will be able to persuade him to do anything he wants.

not only that.

And there was the inscription on the little wizard's arm, and what he felt... Nick Flamel suddenly understood completely why Grindelwald was in this school.

"Leave the things with me. I will repair your clock for you, and then help you decipher these magic runes and your contract... That's a lot of work to do at once."

"But who can blame me for being swept up in the toil of your life?" Nick Flamel didn't know if it was because of his past friendship with Albus Dumbledore that he became a little sentimental. He sat back in his chair and looked a little sighing.

"Thank you for your help, Professor!"

Seeing that Nick Flamel wanted to be alone for a while, Ian immediately bowed slightly to express his gratitude, then turned and walked towards the door.

"No need to thank me. 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 at Ian, as if he was concentrating on studying the things Ian left behind.

And then the little wizard left.

After the gate closes.

But he raised his head and looked at the door through which Ian left.

"I'm really curious about what other weird things he can dig out..." Nick Lemay seemed to have suddenly become a different person, and his previous sighs and sad emotions disappeared without a trace.

There was even some expectation in his tone - obviously, the older a person gets, the better his acting skills really are. Nick Flamel seemingly impulsively built a bunch of tools, perhaps only he knew what the purpose was. Fun people rarely do anything themselves, they just like to watch the fun.

"Could it be that he really dug up Merlin's grave?" After retracting his gaze, Nick Flamel looked at the handful of black sand on the table, and his shock was not false.

He was really stunned several times by what the little wizard took out one after another.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

After carefully putting all the black sand into a bottle, Nick Flamel did not start his research work immediately. Instead, he took out a piece of letter paper and made a few sketches on it.

【Come quickly! Quickly, quickly, quickly!!!】

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 her over to our mistress. If she is still angry, tie her up and bring her here. I have discovered a big secret that even Dumbledore has not discovered!"

Nick Flamel happily gave instructions to the house-elf.

"Okay, master, Proro will faithfully carry out your orders! But Proro cannot kidnap the mistress. He can only give her some suggestions on how to punish you. This has always been very effective. She will definitely be eager to come to Hogwarts." It can only be said that this house-elf may not be as good as Dobby in the Malfoy family.

but.

It was still somewhat rebellious - after it finished speaking, without giving Nick Flamel time to refute, the house-elf disappeared in the office again.

"Hey!"

Nick Flamel lowered his raised hand.

His somewhat uneasy and depressed mood did not last long. Soon, after adjusting his mindset, he immediately focused his attention on the magic runes on the table.

"Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that I actually got a job." Although he said so, Nick Lemay's tone was light and his analysis was more serious than ever before.

This is really full of motivation.

It's not just because of my love for alchemy.

More because he saw a possibility.

Thousands of years later.

Himself and his wife… maybe we can see this world again.

(End of this chapter)