From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 146: Chatting in the Restaurant
The restaurant chosen by Nicolas Flamel looked very elegant. Ivy could not understand the words on the sign, but the restaurant's logo was a silver shield with a stone tower in the middle, which looked like a castle in chess.

Dumbledore obviously knew French, but in order to take care of Ivy, who was not a very pure Englishman, Nicolas Flamel insisted on speaking English to the two.

He introduced that the most famous dish of this restaurant is duck, and every time a duck is sold, a card with a number will be given to the customer. Ivy saw some famous Muggles on the wall leading to the elevator, but the old wizard, the young wizard and the alchemist may know only one person, that is the Queen of England.

"See that table?" asked Nicolas Flamel.

Following the alchemist's trembling finger, he saw a table in the hall. The tableware on it was luxurious. Although the silver knives and forks were slightly inferior to the gold products in Hogwarts, all the cups here were crystal cups. According to Ivy's opinion, they were all carved from natural crystals and could be used as consumables for the 8th-level spell, Reality Collapse (which required a crystal prism) without any other steps.

"In order to commemorate the three warmongers, the Muggles have specially protected the place where they ate." Nicolas Flamel shook his head, as if he couldn't understand this practice. "From what I know, Muggles seem to have some special magic in killing each other. Compared with them, the war between wizards is like children playing house."

If we talk about killing efficiency, modern weapons are of course faster.

Ivy admitted this, after all, the most terrifying spell of wizards, the Killing Curse, could only take the life of one person, even if it was Ivy himself, it could only chain a dozen targets at most. But the Muggles' automatic weapons only needed to empty a magazine to knock down a large number of unsuspecting ordinary people.

But this is not a reason for Ivy to use modern automatic weapons. He suspects that if these bullets hit him, he might only lose 2-16 health points. Because in the world view of DND, there are automatic weapons. These so-called high-tech products are no more noble than cold weapons. The damage dice of an automatic rifle is 2d8, and the damage dice of a two-handed greatsword is 2d6. Although the upper limit is four points higher, it still cannot produce a qualitative change.

But Ivy was certainly not stupid enough to take a few bullets himself. Although the magic rules of this world had undergone some wonderful changes due to Ivy's arrival, it did not mean that the physical rules had also changed. Ivy had no intention of using his flesh and blood to challenge Sir Newton's coffin lid for the time being.

Of all the known cuisines in the world, French cuisine has almost the most complicated serving procedure, and the tableware used is also very diverse. Different dishes require corresponding knives and forks, but Ivy is a British person all his life, and he doesn't understand French, so there is no need to care about the eyes of people around him.

A funny thing happened when ordering. Nicolas Flamel's fingers moved across the menu one by one, muttering: "I don't want this, this, and this. I want one of the others."

The waiter who took the order spoke English, so Ivy understood his dissuasion: "Old man, they are not cheap!"

"Haha, don't worry. I've never worried about money and time in my life." Nicolas Flamel laughed, "People like us have the most patience."

"That's great," the waiter praised, "You are so old, but you are still so open-minded."

From his tone, it was as if he knew that Nicolas Flamel, who had lived for more than 600 years, was about to die. The Philosopher's Stone had disappeared from this world, and from then on, the legendary alchemist had said goodbye to endless gold and life, and was about to officially embark on the road to death.

"So, have you thought about what you want me to do for you?" Ivy asked. After all, the fundamental reason why he left Hogwarts and came to France was to repay the debt of the Philosopher's Stone. "No." Nicolas Flamel shrugged, "You have to learn patience, child. I think you will have a lot of time in the future, and the most valuable thing that time has taught me is patience."

The alchemist's words seemed to have a meaningful meaning, but it seemed useless.

"I'm actually glad the Stone is gone," Nicolas Flamel continued. "I gave it to Dumbledore, and it's in Gringotts because so many people tried to steal it. You helped us make up our minds, Mr. Doom."

"Can I call you Ivy? 'Mr. Doom' is too unfamiliar." Before Ivy agreed, Nico had already started calling him by that name.

"Ivy, death is not something to be afraid of. For people like us," Nico pointed at Dumbledore and himself, "death is a new adventure. I have stayed at home for more than six hundred years. It's time to venture into a new world."

"Oh! Time!" Nico raised his head and sighed, "How long has it been since I felt time chasing me?"

Ivy frowned. Nico really acted like a man who knew that his death was near.

In the original book, Nicolas Flamel finally destroyed the Philosopher's Stone and chose to die to end his long life. However, before destroying the Philosopher's Stone, they used the stone to make a lot of elixirs, which was enough for them to have some time to say goodbye to their living relatives and friends.

Could it be that because he ate the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel and his wife did not have enough elixir in stock, and that the end was about to come early?

It was not a good feeling to take advantage of someone for no reason, and Nico Flamel was not Ivy's enemy, which made him feel a little guilty. If Nico really died early because of this, it would be the first time that Ivy killed someone without his own will. Unlike those people that Ivy clearly wanted to kill, Nico's impending death added a little burden to Ivy's heart, but in a blink of an eye, Ivy put it all behind him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flamel," Ivy said sincerely, "If you have any other requests, I will try my best to meet them... within my ability."

"Great!" Nicolas Flamel exclaimed, "This promise is much more humane than the cold letter before. It's worth spending so much money to treat you to dinner, of course, including tickets for the musical tonight."

The highlight of the table began as the blood duck, a hot appetizer, was served.

(End of this chapter)