Sword and Magic and Taxi

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　　 Nicolas Flamel, or Nicole Lemay according to different translation habits, is a typical French old man. From the outside, he looks like he is in his seventies. There is still a lot of black hair, but his mustache is white. Deep wrinkles were engraved on his face, especially the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, curved and slightly upward, making him always look like he was smiling.

　　 He appeared in front of everyone in a wheelchair, but his body was not disabled and he was even healthier than the average person. Zhao Mai can judge the general physical condition from the changes in the natural force of his body. If he closes his eyes and does not look at his appearance, Nicolas Flamel's characteristics are like a man in his forties.

　　The wheelchair does not need to be pushed by people. Two slender stone arms extend from the back of the chair, holding the wheels to generate power and control direction. Under the command of the old man, the wheelchair stopped by the warm fire, and then the stone arm pulled a thin woolen blanket from the side and placed it on his knee. He meets two "admirers" in the living room, alongside Barbara, and Barbara's father and grandfather. As the youngest, Barbara took a cameo role as a servant, served tea for everyone, and then sat aside, rarely maintaining a ladylike demure.

　　 "Dumbledore went to the study when he came." Grindelwald approached Zhao Mai, almost biting his ears. "I think you may have lowered the opponent's expectations."

　　 "Are you sure it's me and not you?"

　　 "Of course, I am more famous in Europe than you." Grindelwald smiled confidently.

　　 Zhao Mai shook his head, and did not follow his topic again. After Barbara's reminder, Zhao Mai spent three days looking around the manor's protective array, and he found some clues. In the big house, many magic spells with teleportation properties are arranged, hidden in the decoration of portraits, statues, tapestries and ceilings. As long as the offensive magic is sensed, the teleportation will start, and I don't know where to throw the person. Considering the working method of the general protective enchantment, it is likely that the attacker will be teleported away. After reading the label of Grindelwald, Zhao Mai is very sure that he has known the magical protection ability of Le May Manor, so he has no fear, and is as enthusiastic about Zhao Mai as ever, and he does not even take any precautions.

　　 "Both of them are young talents who can be written in history in the future." Nicolas Flamel's voice was flat and beautiful, and he first praised them. "I have been fortunate to have lived for many years, and I have some knowledge, but I am definitely not as smart as you. Since you have come to the door, you must have questions to ask me, and all of you will have something to do with the Philosopher's Stone."

　　 At this point, he stopped and looked at the two with piercing eyes hidden behind the bridge of the hook's nose. The meaning in that gaze is obvious, let young people ask questions. The Philosopher's Stone is a creation that Flammel is proud of. It is the pinnacle of alchemy that deserves it, not something to enlighten the young wizard. The elderly depend on the level of the young people’s questions before they can respond in a targeted manner.

　　 "Are you sure you made the Philosopher's Stone out of thin air? There is no reference or past experience?" Grindelwald did his part and asked directly: "Why do the Resurrection Stone and the Philosopher's Stone exist in the form of stones?"

"It seems that you are also one of the people who are looking for the sacred artifacts, thinking that I might have the resurrection stone." Old Flammel shook his head: "Unfortunately, I have always wanted to see the resurrection stone, but I have never had this. I am honored. Before I made the Philosopher’s Stone, I had a strange dream. In my dream, I walked through a black star-filled passage to a place where the ground was full of clouds. I saw a house of gold, flowers of precious stones and A river of mercury. An angel radiating a holy light enlightened me and gave me a book containing many alchemy formulas. I have average aptitude, not creating the Philosopher’s Stone out of thin air, but after 25 years of experience With my hard work, I barely completed part of the experiment in the book, a red magic stone. The only thing I am proud of is that I can complete all the magic stone alchemy before the end of my life, which saved my life."

　　 After the old man finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Zhao Mai and signaled that it was time for him to ask a question. Zhao Mai looked to his side, Grindelwald's face was a little disappointed, but also a little relieved. He can only guess that Grindelwald's goal is the resurrection stone, and has never been the magic stone. "I don't need eternal life, what I want to accomplish will definitely be completed before my life ends, and the rest of my life will be a waste of time." Grindelwald smiled slightly, seeming to see through Zhao Mai's mind, so he said: " I need to get knowledge from the predecessors to make up for some of the lost spells. The Philosopher’s Stone is meaningless to me, the resurrection stone is good. Since Mr. Flammel does not know the whereabouts of the resurrection stone, so I have no problem. The time is yours."

　　 He stood up, ready to leave this room. Zhao Mai stopped him: "You are leaving now? There is still something unresolved between you and me."

　　 "You still insist on doing this so far?" Grindelwald nodded, flicked his hair and said, "Then I will wait for you outside the main entrance of the manor."

"Oh, you can't leave yet." Old Mr. Flammel said: "I live because of the Philosopher's Stone, but also because of this thing, I am often harassed and annoying. So now the outside is full of powerful spells. Come and protect me. You can leave this room only after I return to the castle safely."

　　 "In that case, I'll stay." Grindelwald nodded and returned to his seat.

　　 "I have two questions: Why is there only one Philosopher's Stone, is it possible that this kind of thing cannot be reproduced? Another question is, what is the method of refining Immortal Medicine from the Philosopher's Stone?"

　　 After listening to Zhao Mai's words, Flamel laughed, his voice getting louder and louder. "Two years ago, Dumbledore asked me the first question, and you are the second person to ask this question. Alchemy wants to change matter, but its most basic core is exchange. Exchange of energy, exchange of matter Material, reciprocity is required. The only way to allow the alchemist to take advantage is to exchange it with ownership that does not belong to me. I can exchange the soil I grabbed for coal, but I cannot make coal out of thin air."

"But you can't make tricks like this in making the Philosopher's Stone. Only the dead cannot die, so you need to kill yourself to make the Philosopher's Stone." It is because I am dead in the eyes of nature. I have spent most of my life and finally understand a fact. Nature has a lot of knowledge to learn, but nature itself has no will, only laws, and can be deceived and fooled. I am dead, So there is the Philosopher’s Stone. And through the Philosopher’s Stone as a medium, I can use my own extra life to exchange for my next life, and thus live forever.

　　 "As for your second question, without the Sorcerer's Stone, the formula is completely useless, why do you know it?" (To be continued.)