Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

That is...

"They all sincerely seek the end of magic!"

And Ryan had almost guessed a fact.

Whether it was thousands of years ago or today.

Powerful wizards always seek the end of magic - it's in their instinct.

And to know.

No matter what kind of magic it is, there will always be moments of encounter in the process of pursuit.

Relics of glorious times, wisdom of the ancients, powerful spells... wizards who eventually become legends must have explored their mysteries in their youth.

They are all really smart people, so they will always see the truth.

They are all top wizards, so their thirst for knowledge is insatiable.

They are all outstanding people, so they must have left their marks.

So in the end...

"As they continue to encounter traces of the past, their magical attainments gradually approach the essence of magic, and the magical path they pursue nears its end..."

"They might know something, they might discover something... disturbing?"

Ryan thought of the Resurrection Stone not long ago, the words his four teachers left him, and the confrontation that seemed to be taking place on the other side of the curtain.

He didn't know what it was.

Perhaps it was the end of the magical path, perhaps it was inevitable death, or perhaps... it was the existence called 'Death'.

But Ryan knew - it might stand in the way of all the legendary wizards.

According to Nicolas Flamel.

Perhaps wizards had already encountered it in a glorious era even older than a thousand years ago.

And finally, that glorious wizarding era came to an end.

Then his four teachers, the Four Giants, chose to fight against it.

They made some arrangements, perhaps some layouts.

That arrangement has lasted for thousands of years until today.

And in this process, naturally other legendary wizards will be born.

For example, Dumbledore, for example, Nicolas Flamel.

They may have been passed down through the Hogwarts headmaster, or through ancient relics and discoveries made over a long period of time.

But in the end, they all obviously became aware of the arrangement and these arrangements.

And they happily chose to cooperate.

This reminded Ryan of a sentence.

"Great wizards always echo each other throughout history, even if they never meet."

This saying comes from the legendary wizard and prophet Mopsus in ancient Greece.

He is also one of the oldest wizards in recorded history, and the Big Four believe that he may have lived in the glory days!

So, Ryan's heart was shocked.

He looked at Nicolas Flamel: "So - does that mean that all the legendary wizards who have appeared in history and have come into contact with the essence of magic..."

He couldn't help but think of Voldemort.

Although he did not like the second generation Dark Lord, he even looked down on his violent and foolish character.

But he had to admit that the other party had indeed come into contact with the essence of the 'death' magic path and was a legendary wizard.

But obviously... Ryan didn't think the other party was the same as Nicolas Flamel or Dumbledore.

"Oh, of course not, Ryan."

But Nicolas Flamel shook his head at this moment.

“Where there are people, there are always choices.”

He was vague in his words, but the meaning was clear.

"Albus and I...we have chosen to side with you."

“And some people are just the opposite.”

So, Ryan at least understood that it seemed that not all legendary wizards knew of his existence and the arrangements of the Big Four.

It even seems that some legendary wizards may have chosen another path that is against the Big Four!

As for the rest, Ryan didn't ask much.

He knew that Nicolas Flamel might not be able to answer him anymore.

Moreover, he had received the answer he needed most.

That's the direction he needs to go.

"If I also reach the end of the magical path, touch the essence of magic... and become a legendary wizard, then I will naturally know what my teachers are fighting against."

"When the time comes, I will naturally be able to reunite with them."

Ryan's heart was suddenly filled with motivation.

"Thank you, Nico... You've made a lot of things clear for me."

"And thank you, Perenelle—the croissant was delicious."

"You're welcome, Ryan!"*2

After this frank exchange, Ryan bid farewell to Nicolas Flamel and his wife with satisfaction.

He returned to his room—he had received too much information today and felt he needed to sort it out.

Nicolas Flamel and his wife looked at each other and then returned to their room.

"Oh, thanks to you, Perez...I almost let it slip!"

After returning to his room, Nicolas Flamel waved his hand to open the magical restriction in the room, and then he covered his chest and said in fear.

"Say less."

Perenelle gave him a sullen look. "I taught you long ago—when you can't lie, just tell a partial truth... I don't think you took it to heart at all!"

"Oh, sorry."

Nicolas Flamel clearly respected his wife.

"You don't need to apologize to me, you should apologize to Ryan - in fact, in my opinion, you should reveal some more things... such as the prophecy, he knew too little..."

But Perenelle seemed a little worried at the moment.

"No, Perret."

But at this moment, Nicolas Flamel shook his head.

"not the right time yet."

He emphasized this to his wife.

"Lian, he is a disciple of the four founders... He is destined to be special - he must find what belongs to him step by step."

"Whether it's Albus or me, we can help him, but we can't make decisions for him."

His expression was more serious than ever: "Absolutely not!"

"Okay, okay..."

Perenelle nodded helplessly after seeing Nicolas Flamel's expression. "I'm just worried. I heard that things on the other side of the veil aren't looking good lately..."

“So we made our choice.”

But after hearing her words, Nicolas Flamel smiled.

"If the odds are against you, the veterans will go to the battlefield..."

He raised his wand, seeming very confident: "You must have almost forgotten what I look like when I cast a spell!"

"Oh, I won't forget—sixty-five years ago, you cast a spell and sprained your back... I spent half a month treating it for you until it healed."

After hearing this, Perenel smiled helplessly.

"Oh, that was an accident—that little guy Grindelwald doesn't know how to respect the elderly. His Fiery Blaze is really powerful..."

Nicolas Flamel sighed.

"But there's nothing we can do. He was born with a third eye, is too young, smart, and too ambitious—people like him always become stubborn."

He also seemed to recall that night sixty-five years ago and the first Dark Lord.

It was clear from his words that he had no malice or contempt towards him.

"Albus hasn't seen him in all these years, but I think they've both changed a lot."

"Grindelwald might calm down and realize that his path was wrong—he and his fellow Saints should understand this..."

"I don't think this is your concern."

But Perenelle now commented sharply: "You are dying, remember?"

"Oh, of course."

Nicolas Flamel then smiled: "But you will stay with me... won't you?"

After hearing this, Perenelle rolled her eyes at him again.

But her eyes were fixed on her husband, who had been with her for more than six hundred years.

Through the old body, she seemed to still see the shadow of the man in the past - the confident, intelligent and brave young wizard.

Just as they had first met beneath the beautiful maple tree in Beauxbatons.

"You asked stupid questions again."

She smiled and replied, "Of course I'll be with you...as always."