That day, they chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Nicol until late into the night. It was hard to imagine the two elderly people had so much to say. Fortunately, their tales of the past were anything but dull, and they gave Albert and Isabelle a glimpse of what the wizarding world had truly been like centuries ago. If they had been historians, they would certainly have found The Le Me Couple's recollections fascinating.
Unfortunately, neither of them was.
Albert had no interest in history.
He was only interested in the birth of the Philosopher's Stone.
That was largely because he was an alchemist.
No alchemist could be uninterested in the Philosopher's Stone.
It was the lifelong pursuit of many.
Of course, that might also have been because the Philosopher's Stone could turn things into gold and create the Elixir of Life.
Nicholas agreed.
Through the Pensieve, he took them back to April 25, 1382—the day the Philosopher's Stone was born.
"I spent twenty-one years finally translating and mastering everything in The Book of Abraham the Jew." Nicholas raised a hand and pointed at the parchment on the table. "The last Hebrew scholar helped me tremendously. I remember that day. It was as though I'd lost my mind, constantly trying to create the legendary Philosopher's Stone."
"That is the ultimate pursuit of every alchemist. Once you know how to make a Philosopher's Stone, you certainly won't be able to resist trying."
"Indeed." Albert nodded.
"In the end, I succeeded. In truth, I don't know how I succeeded either. In any case, some mercury turned into gold under the influence of the Philosopher's Stone."
In the laboratory, Nicholas was trying to use the Philosopher's Stone on mercury. Once the stone was placed in the mercury, it truly began to transform it into