stonecrandall Chapter 150, Page 149: Writing blessings is actually bestowing blessings.
Chapter 150, Page 149: Writing blessings is actually bestowing blessings.
Chapter 150, Page 149: Writing blessings is actually bestowing blessings.
have to say.
Nick Lemaître's exclamation was so loud that it startled the Bowtruckle that had fallen to the ground, and the little guy immediately panicked and crawled into a drawer.
"What do you mean? I didn't kill anyone... I didn't kill many." Ian was also stunned for a few seconds, and after coming to his senses, he roughly realized why Nick Lemaître exclaimed.
"You mean making the Philosopher's Stone requires killing people? Like Voldemort making Horcruxes?" To be honest, Ian had never been involved in the process of making the Philosopher's Stone.
It wasn't in Hogwarts' library, nor in the alchemy books he found on his own; such a cutting-edge creation was almost impossible to be recorded in books.
This kind of knowledge is extremely valuable, and most of it is monopolized by private individuals. It is also because even if this kind of knowledge were recorded, it would be meaningless to almost all alchemy learners.
of course.
Alchemists like Ian weren't worried about not being able to learn it. Given enough time, once his alchemy level was high enough, all difficulties would cease to be insurmountable. If Voldemort hadn't consumed Nicolas Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, he originally intended to use it for reverse engineering and research.
Now, having unexpectedly acquired quite a few magic stones in the dreamlike realm, Ian had originally planned to study them himself, but he only took them out just now on a whim after meeting Nicolas Flamel.
It wasn't entirely just to start a conversation.
After all, Nicolas Flamel was the one who actually created the Philosopher's Stone. With Flamel's guidance, Ian would save a lot of time and trouble required for reverse engineering.
"Where did you get so many Philosopher's Stones... Although they don't have much magic left, just like mine, I don't think you can find things like these so easily, right?" Nick Flamel didn't answer Ian's question immediately, but instead seemed deeply puzzled by the origin of the Philosopher's Stones.
I haven't heard of any country being destroyed in recent years.
"A gift from a good friend?"
Ian blinked, trying to fool her.
However, Nicolas Flamel, of course, couldn't believe such nonsense. He slapped his forehead in exasperation, "How come I've never met a friend like that?"
The little wizard's words were almost entirely full of loopholes, and even Nicolas Flamel, who wanted to deceive himself, didn't know where to begin. He simply couldn't understand how the little wizard could have such good fortune to obtain so many Philosopher's Stones.
"Perhaps your emotional intelligence isn't as high as mine, and you don't have as many good friends as I do," Ian replied seriously again, as explaining the origins of these Philosopher's Stones was far too complicated.
"..."
Nick Lemaître remained silent for a while before speaking with a strange expression, revealing his conjecture: "It seems the rumors about you liking to dig up other people's ancestral graves were indeed true."
"When Albus privately warned me not to hide anything in my own grave, I didn't believe him, but now it seems that Albus's warning was a bit too conservative."
talking.
Nick Flamel touched the Philosopher's Stone that Ian had knocked over on the table again, his tone full of emotion, "I think you must have unearthed a very remarkable ancient wizard."
Clearly, in Nicolas Flamel's view, he couldn't imagine any other point in time during his hundreds of years of life that could have created 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 chicken pecking at rice.
"Yes, that's right, I've discovered an ancient witch's tomb." To be fair, Ian felt that this statement was not only reasonable but also not entirely a lie.
The tower was buried in a dreamlike illusion, so how could it not be considered an ancient tomb? He didn't care that Nick Lemaître regarded him as some kind of grave-digging maniac.
after all.
He himself quite liked this title. Compared to titles like Skywalker, Dark Lord, White Devil, and Grave Digger, it was definitely more intimidating.
No matter how bold or brave a person is, if they want to provoke someone who is known as a grave-digging maniac, they will probably first weigh the weight of their ancestral graves in their hearts before daring to provoke them.
"Is that really true?"
When Nick Flamel saw Ian's confident expression, he was taken aback for a moment, and then his expression became even stranger, with a feeling of wanting to say something but holding back.
The young wizard immediately realized what the alchemist wanted to ask.
He answered the question ahead of time.
"It's not Merlin's grave, and I don't know whose grave it is either. There are many of these magical runes inside." As Ian spoke, he immediately took out the tower runes that he had copied from his memory.
You know what?
After these large chunks of magical runes were brought out, Nick Flamel, who had initially been somewhat skeptical, immediately lost all doubt about the origin of Ian's Philosopher's Stone.
"I have obtained some ancient magical scripts like these before, but because the fragments I obtained contained too little information, I have never been able to successfully decipher their meaning and power."
Nick Flamel glanced at it once and immediately put on his glasses. He looked surprised, as if he had found some precious treasure, and carefully held up Ian's rubbing.
Because he himself had obtained manuscripts recording such magical script, Nick Lemaître was absolutely certain that Ian could not have copied the content from books that still exist today.
"Does the forging of the Philosopher's Stone require killing someone?" Ian asked again, taking advantage of Nick Flamel's examination of the tower's runes, a question that Flamel had previously failed to answer.
This time, Nick Lemaître didn't beat around the bush.
"Yes, that's right. The crafting of the Philosopher's Stone requires the sacrifice of lives, and a large number of them at that. You must still remember the core principles of alchemy, right?"
Nicolas Flamel, perhaps due to standing for too long, was slightly shaky. He sat back down in his chair, watching with great delight as Ian copied the magical runes. For an alchemy master, having something new to study was an extremely happy thing.
"Yes, an equivalent exchange."
Ian stated the core principles that are mentioned in almost every book on alchemy.
"Yes, it's an equivalent exchange."
As Nick Lemaître took out the tattered 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 immense magic, but also the ability to grant its user immortality, because it contains unparalleled vitality."
"And the equivalent of life is naturally life itself... That's why you see these magic stones and my magic stone still retain a lot of magic power, but they can no longer be used to create longevity substances. The part of our magic stones that belongs to life has been exhausted before the magic power."
Nicolas Flamel's words revealed the true secret of the Philosopher's Stone to Ian.
"No exceptions? They're all just the last remnants of magic?"
Ian, still quite curious, continued to ask.
"Yes, there are no exceptions. In fact, the magic in the Philosopher's Stone is mostly used to preserve life force, so any Philosopher's Stone will eventually end up like this."
talking.
Nicolas Flamel glanced again at the dozens of Philosopher's Stones on the table, a hint of regret in his eyes, not the kind of fear of death.
There is only regret about life.
Or, more accurately, it is a lingering dissatisfaction with one's own achievements.
"Your runes have provided me with enough templates, and I will do my best to translate them for you in the last days of my life. Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to solve the puzzles that I haven't yet solved."
"You have great talent and a long future ahead of you. Before I die, I will leave you with a task, hoping that you can complete the research that I can no longer finish."
The reason why Nicolas Flamel wanted to create a panacea and still had a lingering attachment to life was that he would embark on his next journey with many regrets after he died.
but.
He has now truly let go of his resentment. He discovered Ian's existence, the young man favored by Albus Dumbledore, who possessed an almost supernatural talent for alchemy. If future generations could see the sights he never saw, it would be a fulfilling conclusion for Nick Flamel.
"Why don't you forge another magic stone? Even if forging a magic stone requires many lives, I imagine quite a few people die in accidents every year, don't you think?"
Ian asked, somewhat puzzled. In his view, simply collecting the remaining life energy of those who died unexpectedly, little by little, would eventually be enough to gather the amount needed for a magic stone.
Nicolas Flamel glanced at the young wizard and chuckled softly, "It's not that simple. The forging of the Philosopher's Stone requires the collection of hundreds of thousands of lives in a short period of time."
"I also obtained the conditions to forge the Philosopher's Stone by chance during the Black Death. It was a heartbreaking tragedy that led to my miracle."
"You're not trying to encourage me to create such a disaster, are you? To be honest, I've lived long enough. The harmony of the world is more meaningful than my continued existence."
have to say.
Nicolas Lemaître was a very conscientious person.
"According to your logic, the Muggles must 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 wasn't for me." Nick Lemaître's answer was somewhat meaningful, causing Ian's pupils to contract slightly.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.
The more Ian pondered Nick Lemaître's answer, the more unsettling it became.
"Some say that there is a wizard by the side of that mustache, and that wizard used the mustache to start a war in order to forge a magic stone."
"You should ask Grindelwald about this; he might be the only one who knows the truth." Nick Lemaître's new interpretation of World War II is simply appalling.
"Hiss~"
Ian was so shocked that he gasped.
"You mean to say that Grindelwald was the one who started World War II?" He found this too far-fetched, and it was different from what he knew of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.
Just when Ian thought Grindelwald was hiding his true intentions, Nick Lemaître shook his head and restored Grindelwald's image in his mind.
"I'm just saying that Grindelwald might know the inside story, not that he's such an evil person... Of course, he is evil, but not to that extent."
"It's another mysterious wizard. If Grindelwald doesn't know, then no one else knows. The only thing I'm sure of is that a Philosopher's Stone was born in that era."
Nick Lemaître had no intention of smearing Grindelwald; the most important thing for an alchemist is to maintain an objective perspective.
"This is truly mind-blowing news..."
Ian still hasn't fully digested the new interpretation of World War II he received today.
"Let's get back to my last wish... including this rune, which has always been a regret of mine. I will give you a good start on the path of analysis."
"But most of the follow-up work is something only you have the time to complete." Nick Lemaître seemed unwilling to continue discussing World War II.
"Of course, no problem. I've finished your homework, and I'll tell you all the answers you want to know." Ian knew that Nick Lemaître had at most a little over a year to live.
His words were not merely meant to comfort Nicolas Flamel. After all, for him, even if Nicolas Flamel died, it wouldn't be the last time they met.
Where the heart leads.
It could guide Ian to find Nick Flamel in the dreamlike illusion. However, Nick Flamel was unaware of this; he simply laughed heartily with satisfaction.
Most alchemists would never agree so readily when they heard that he had unfinished business to entrust to others; most of the students he had taught in his life would only nod and agree.
It's no wonder that the student council didn't dare to agree. After all, as the most powerful alchemist in over six hundred years, Nicolas Flamel's name is something that every alchemist has to look up to.
For this reason, if Nick Lemaître couldn't accomplish it, most alchemists would naturally think they couldn't either; no alchemist would be as certain as Ian.
It's as if... subconsciously believing that he can do what Nicolas Flamel couldn't. This isn't arrogance; it's precisely this kind of successor that Nicolas Flamel wanted to meet.
"Very good, burn the answer for me, and I might be able to see it too." Nick Flamel looked at the young wizard with increasing affection, as if he saw his former self in Ian.
Equally brilliant and confident, and with a magical talent far exceeding his own, this young wizard will rise to power with unstoppable momentum in the future.
Hexagonal Wizard.
The last little guy to be so enviable was Albus Dumbledore. Unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore gave up on further studying alchemy when he realized that alchemy could not do certain things.
"Of course you'll see it with your own eyes."
Ian winked at Nick Lemaître.
Nicolas Lemaître's smile grew even wider.
"To truly decipher a completely unfamiliar system of runes, it would take at least several years, and I don't think I'll live that long." He refocused his attention on Ian's rubbings, seemingly forgetting the time converter repair work that Dumbledore had entrusted to him.
"Miracles can happen."
Ian also moved closer to Nick Flamel and looked at the torn page that Nick Flamel had annotated, which already contained some interpretations of the Tower runes.
"Haha, then I'll take your good wishes and try to live another year or two." Nick Lemaître made room for Ian, letting him sit next to him.
"Why not be bolder? I think if you work hard, living another three years is not a problem, living five years is also a possibility, and living ten years is not impossible."
Ian habitually uttered auspicious words. He genuinely hoped that Nicolas Flamel could live a little longer, otherwise he would have no choice but to go to the Enchanted Realm to find Flamel and continue deciphering these magical runes.
Yes.
Go to the mysterious and illusory realm to find the deceased Nicolas Flamel and continue the interpretation.
No one knows how to do homework better than Ian.
He just felt that Nick Lemaître, now a ghost, might not have been as motivated as he is now.
"Why does your tone sound a little strange?" Nicolas Flamel, a little-known prophet, showed no signs of decline in intuition or keenness with age.
"What's strange about it? I'm just wishing you well! Wishing you to live another ten or eight years!" Ian quickly explained, he was actually just trying to cover up his intention to chase after the illusion to find Nicolas Flamel.
however.
After he finished speaking...
Ian was suddenly stunned.
"What happened?"
The little wizard suddenly yawned.
He felt the indistinct shadowy pattern in his mind twitch slightly, and a significant amount of his magical power was absorbed into the invisible pattern.
Nothing happened.
But the sudden feeling of fatigue was unusually strong.
(End of this chapter)