Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 277 Have a pleasant journey

Lemaître looked at him for a moment, then smiled. "You're a truly remarkable young man. You're ambitious, yet you don't try to hide it. You want to break through in the most direct way. You're impatient and eager, but you also seem sincere. Perenaar would really like you, but unfortunately..."

"Even if I refuse your request, you will still find ways to achieve your goal. In this ruthlessness, you may be similar to the man beside you—oh, I mean his master—but the difference is that you will also use polite and gentler methods to test the waters. You crave others to understand and agree with you before supporting your actions."

"You're different from Dumbledore, and you're different from Voldemort..." Flamel looked at him. "You're like a middle ground, or perhaps you combine some of their characteristics."

"I can't say whether it's better or worse, but surprisingly, I don't dislike young people like you."

Flamel even felt that he and he were somewhat similar, perhaps even more so than he and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was more reserved and disciplined, but Murphy was more like him, able to face his desires more frankly.

"So you agree?" Murphy asked.

"I actually find it hard to refuse, don't I?" Lemaître said. "Since just now, I've been able to feel a power of the soul gathering, and perhaps when I refuse you, it will invade my soul and take control of my will."

"Your senses are very sharp," Murphy said, but did not withdraw the Seed of the Mind's probing.

Nicolas Flamel's spirit was probably the strangest Murphy had ever seen. It was as calm as a stagnant pool, but its seemingly liquid surface was as dense as steel, making it difficult for the seed of the mind to penetrate.

No wonder he's lived for over six hundred years.

Putting everything else aside, there are practically no loopholes left in his mind.

It would probably be very difficult to successfully use mental or spiritual magic on this kind of person.

However, he wasn't without options. He could use a combination of Muggle drugs, Imperius Curse, and other spells to brainwash the person.

"But the Philosopher's Stone is with Dumbledore now," Flamel said. "I can't convince Dumbledore to give it to you."

"Just give me the legal right to inherit it," Murphy said. "I'll handle everything else."

"You seem to be quite unhappy with Dumbledore?" LeMay asked.

"Ah, yes, there is some..." Murphy sighed. "In short, it's a clash of ideologies. I respect his morals, but I don't like his way of doing things. At times, I feel like he's the one living in the past, and he even looks older than you."

"Dumbledore...he carried so much on his shoulders..." Flamel said, "Some things you can't even imagine now, things only someone in his position could see..."

"But perhaps it's time to hand over the reins to the younger generation. Maybe making some changes isn't so bad. Maybe we're just too timid."

After saying this, Flamel took out a parchment scroll and wrote his will on it: "I, Nicolas Flamel, hereby bequeath all my research materials, results, tools, and products related to alchemy to my disciple, Murphy Darkholm. This includes the Philosopher's Stone and its byproduct—the Elixir of Immortality."

Finally, he pressed his fingerprint on the parchment and then used a special seal to stamp it.

"I will send a letter to both the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts to verify the authenticity of this will," Flamel said. "Are you satisfied now, young man?"

Murphy looked at the will. "Disciple?"

"I apologize for not obtaining your consent, but since you have inherited my knowledge, you can be considered my disciple, right? This will make the will seem more credible. Of course, if you don't wish for it, we can still make changes."

Murphy frowned. "It's not that I'm unwilling, but in this case, I feel I can't just accept this gift so easily."

As Murphy spoke, he took out a syringe from his pocket. "This is an anti-aging drug I developed that can repair cells. Although I don't know if it will still work for you, it probably won't hurt to try it now. If you want to regain some energy to finish your last tasks, you can give it a try."

Lemaître looked at the injection. "What a tempting gift. In the past, I might have found it hard to refuse. Aging makes one look undignified, like a greedy ghost clinging to life."

"But now, I dare not use it."

"I'm afraid that once I experience the vitality of life again, I will be afraid of death."

As he spoke, he glanced at his wife on the bed, "And death is something we agreed upon, and I don't want Perena to wait too long."

Murphy frowned and withdrew the syringe.

This was the second time he had been refused when he offered the injections.

It was originally for Grandma Yaga.

They are the ones who need these injections the most, compared to those who are younger.

However, he had already achieved his goal, even more so than he had anticipated. With this will, he was the rightful heir to the Philosopher's Stone. Dumbledore, you are only acting as his custodian; how could you possibly hold onto it and refuse to give it to him?

"Murphy, could you please get me the second bottle of medicine from the third shelf of the outer cabinet?" Lemaître suddenly asked.

Murphy did as he was told, taking a black bottle from the cabinet and handing it to Le Maire. "This looks like the Water of Life and Death?"

“That’s right, potent potion of life and death,” Lemaître said. “Sometimes we need a little medicine to help us fall asleep.”

"Murphy, as my disciple, could you help me settle things after I'm gone?"

Murphy looked at Lemaître's expression and instantly understood. He sighed and said, "Okay."

"Don't worry, I will drink this potion only after I have confirmed the will with the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts," Lemaître said.

The potent "life-or-death water" can cause brain death during sleep if consumed in large quantities.

This is probably the least painful way to die.

Murphy nodded. "Well then, have a pleasant journey, teacher."

After saying that, Murphy left Lemaître's room, leaving the rest of the time to himself.

He felt no sadness. After all, the so-called teacher-student relationship was just an exchange, a temporary title. He hadn't given anything in return, nor did he have any feelings for Nicolas Flamel. In fact, he had some doubts and didn't quite understand why Flamel was being so cooperative.

The last time he spoke with Dumbledore, the latter rejected him.

Murphy didn't initially intend to persuade Flamel directly through words. His conversations with Flamel were actually a way to lower Flamel's guard and reduce his mental defenses so that he could eventually control him with magic.

Was it because Perenaar's death had truly made him indifferent to these things?

Or perhaps he felt that refusing was pointless, so he simply went along with it?

Or perhaps... he saw another possibility within himself?

Perhaps Flamel is ultimately different from Dumbledore? A man who has lived for over six hundred years using the Philosopher's Stone may no longer have much attachment to life, but in the past, he must have wanted true immortality and to live forever, just like me.

However, regardless of the circumstances, now that we have this will, we can proceed with the execution of the following matters.

He walked out of Nicolas Flamel's hut, Apparated back to the Three Broomsticks with Quirrell, and then telepathically connected with a lightning raven at Malfoy Manor.

The raven flew to Lucius's bedside and cawed, waking him from his sleep. "Malfoy, get up and get ready. The board hearing is going to be held in a different location."

(End of this chapter)