I was expelled from Hogwarts?

With one hand behind his back and a lantern in the other, the white-haired old man walked straight towards the catacombs, followed by the blond boy.

Rove came to attend the funeral of Nicole Flamel, and never thought that he could follow him to visit the cemetery.

It's a wonderful feeling, like following the ghost of the "dead" to perform an autopsy on the dead...full of fantasy.

The winding staircase leading to the catacombs is in a wide and graceful arc shape, spiraling down through three floors, until it reaches the bottom.

The old man casually held the handle of the lantern and inserted it into the wall. The light of the lantern suddenly brightened, illuminating the whole room.

This is an octagonal building with columns carved with alchemical symbols and ornately decorated vaults. There is a faint smell of incense in the air.

On the octagonal wall, there are deep niches. In the first seven niches, there are seven identical golden coffins.

The first six coffins were all engraved with the time of the funeral, but only the seventh coffin had not been engraved with any words.

"This is the cemetery I prepared for myself. I've already laid down the coffin, and it's quite comfortable to sleep in." Nico patted the golden coffin lightly, and said with a smile:

"I won't invite you to try it."

"..."

Rove suddenly remembered something, he took out a stone that was almost completely faded from his pocket, and handed it to the old man.

Nico took the Philosopher's Stone, without looking at it, he threw it far away, and finally landed in a pool in the corner of the hall.

Nico turned his head and saw the boy looking up curiously. He suppressed a smile and asked:

"I'm surprised by my attitude? Why did you throw away such a precious Sorcerer's Stone?"

Rove nodded.

"You'll know when you go and have a look."

Rove walked towards the pool slowly. After seeing the scene in the pool, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock.

The bottom of the pool is full of stones. At first glance, it looks like pebbles in ordinary streams and rivers, but after Rove took a closer look, it was all...

Magic stone!

The most outrageous thing is that even the pool is made of magic stones.

This visual impact is no less than Loki seeing a drawer of infinite gems in the staff office of the Time Management Bureau.

Rove squatted next to the pool, lowered his head to check the pool, and said with some difficulty for a while: "These are all Philosopher's Stones?"

"To be precise, it's the Sorcerer's Stone whose mana has been exhausted." Nico walked over, reached into the pool, took out a few stones, and handed them to the young man.

"The rocks are like drained batteries to me."

"..."

Voldemort hid in the back of Quirrell's head, worked for a year, and suffered so many beatings, just to steal a Philosopher's Stone, and then boiled the elixir to resurrect smoothly.

The things that he regards as treasures and even dreamed of stealing are piled up like a mountain at Nicole's place, worthless like rubbish...

How would Voldemort feel if he saw this scene?

"Is the Philosopher's Stone so useless?"

Rove scratched his head. He used to think that a magic stone could be used forever, but this pool is full of stones, and it must be consumed too quickly.

"If you just boil the elixir of life, a good quality magic stone can be used for a century."

Nico leaned forward slightly, looked at the boy, and said with a smile:

"But prolonging life is just the most useless use of the Philosopher's Stone... Just like if you have a hundred million, you won't just put it in the Muggle bank for interest, but spend it."

So Luo Fu is not convinced, if he has 100 million, he will really store it in the bank and wait for death with interest... Well, he didn't!

"Many of the alchemy items I make require power from the Sorcerer's Stone, including this manor and the magic well you just saw."

Nico gently waved his sleeves and said:

"The consumption of magic power by these magic items is a huge number. The magic stone that could have been used for a century may run out of magic power in a few years.

Slowly, such a pool was formed. "

"Is the Sorcerer's Stone difficult to make?" Rove asked curiously.

"Isn't it hard to look at people? It's like making a magic wand. It's very simple for Ollivander." Nico said indifferently: "But for some wizards, even if they get the best materials, they can't make a usable magic wand." .”

Rove hesitated to speak.

Nico seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, smiled warmly, and said patiently: "You want to ask... Although many wizards cannot make wands, there are still many wandmakers.

In the world, there are obviously many alchemy masters, but why am I the only one who can make the Sorcerer's Stone? "

Rove nodded slightly.

"This involves another issue..." The old man blinked at him, then lowered his voice slightly:

"I am the only one who knows how to refine the Philosopher's Stone. No other alchemist knows, so there is no way to refine it."

Rove thought for a moment, carefully chose his words, and said slowly:

"Since you are the only one who can refine the Philosopher's Stone, why is the recipe for the elixir of life recorded in the potion book? You must have passed it on, right?"

"It's not me." Nico shook his head and said, "Rove, I didn't invent the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Life. They existed many years ago."

"But as I said, the Sorcerer's Stone is a consumable, and one day it will exhaust its magic power and become an ordinary stone. The key lies in the refining process... It has long been lost."

"Lost?"

"Yes, when I was born, there was only the way of brewing the elixir of life, but no wizard knew how to make the Philosopher's Stone."

Nico said softly: "Later, I found out how to make the Sorcerer's Stone in an alchemy book, and became the only alchemist who can make the Sorcerer's Stone."

"Alchemy book?" Rove raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, when I graduated from Beauxbatons and worked as a bookseller, I specialized in collecting and reselling magic books. One day I had a dream..."

Having said this, the old man's voice suddenly became lower, his expression was in a trance, and he said softly:

"I dreamed of a wizard who claimed to be Abraham. He told me in the dream that I would receive a book on alchemy. As long as I study it hard and understand it thoroughly, I can gain unlimited wealth and lifespan..."

Nico's vicissitudes of face were full of amazement and reminiscence.

"After I woke up, I didn't take it seriously, but one day, a wizard surnamed Peverell came to pawn a magic book. He asked for a high price, saying that it was an ancestral treasure."

"The book does not use paper or sheepskin like other books, but is made of fine and smooth bark."

"I wanted to refuse, because I couldn't understand the words in the book." Nico suddenly smiled: "But I remembered that dream, and finally bought it by a strange coincidence."

"And that book... records the refining method of the Philosopher's Stone!"

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