Philosopher's Stone, Book, Transaction

Nicolas Flamel, an "ancient man" born in 1330, arrived at Hogwarts.

"Please go ahead."

With a wave of his hand, Wang Yan brought a steaming cup of black tea to the old man's hand.

"Thank you for your hospitality."

Nicolas Flamel lowered his head and sipped his tea. His fatigue dissipated somewhat, and his cloudy eyes became a little clearer.

He sighed, put down his teacup, and said in a Youyou voice, "Professor Wang Yan, Dumbledore told me that you are the most outstanding and excellent Prophet in the world right now."

The other party's flattering gesture did not affect Wang Yan's mood in the slightest.

He simply stared indifferently at the old man.

Strictly speaking, Nicolas Flamel was not a magician who received a formal education; he was more of an alchemist who came to the profession later in life.

"I would like to ask you to Prophecy my future."

Nicolas Flamel was somewhat dejected.

He didn't quite understand why he would give up the Philosopher's Stone for free and even perish with it, just like Voldemort.

Destroying the Philosopher's Stone means he can no longer make the Elixir of Life.

Nicolas Flamel knew very well that this was a plan to completely eliminate the Dark Lord, but he always felt that something was not right.

Before this year, he always believed that although his and his wife's secluded life was ordinary, it was also very happy and fulfilling.

But this year, after Harry Potter enrolled in school, he and his wife both felt like they were "tired of living".

Death, which was once feared like a tiger, seemed to have become less terrifying.

He even told Dumbledore himself that "death is nothing but a wonderful adventure."

This year, Nicolas Flamel felt like a pitiful creature manipulated by the ropes of fate, always doing things against his conscience.

Now, Nicolas Flamel stood before Wang Yan.

He wanted to know what his future held.

Like Merlin in the legend, will he become Arthur's guide? Or will he become a figure mentioned only briefly in a legendary story?

This is important.

"I already know why you've come."

Wang Yan gave Nicolas Flamel a sympathetic look.

He flicked his index finger and lightly touched the other person's forehead.

An invisible and intangible wave entered the depths of Nicolas Flamel's consciousness.

He saw the ending he "deserved".

One of the Dark Lord's remnant souls was destroyed.

He was the only one in the camp of justice to pay the price for it.

"For Nicolas Flamel, death was like a long day, and finally, he could rest."

The old man opened his eyes, his face expressionless, as if he were wearing a human skin mask. "That's it?"

His words concealed a burning anger.

That was definitely not the ending Nicolas Flamel wanted!

"That's right."

Wang Yan looked at Nicolas Flamel with sympathy. "Your destiny is to be a victim; it's your fate."

"Can a predetermined ending be changed?"

Nicolas Flamel bit his lower lip, his eyes filled with despair.

Would an old monster who has lived for over six hundred years choose to perish together with a wisp of Voldemort's remnant soul?

A long lifespan means ample experience.

In Nicolas Flamel's view, Voldemort was not as terrible as the British Magical World claimed.

He's just another madman who wants to rule over others.

He couldn't tolerate the feeling of his thoughts being manipulated, which is why he asked that question.

Wang Yan said calmly, "Yes, but we'll need some external help."

After he finished speaking, many illusory scenes appeared before Nicolas Flamel's eyes.

Watching those scenes unfold, he vaguely understood...

Your life is already determined from the moment you are born.

The materials needed to make the Philosopher's Stone have now completely disappeared, and the energy contained in the Philosopher's Stone in my hand is gradually running out.

This means that even if he is unwilling to accept that ending and does not want to destroy the Philosopher's Stone, he will still face death in the near future.

Nicolas Flamel took a deep breath.

He seemed to have made up his mind. "What price do I need to pay?"

Wang Yan chuckled and said, "There's only one thing about you that I value."

Talking to smart people is not difficult.

Nicolas Flamel quickly realized what Wang Yan needed.

Without any hesitation or doubt, he immediately took a fist-sized Castor bean sack from his waist, which was branded with all sorts of mysterious patterns.

Nicolas Flamel pulled out a strange book from inside.

It was an ancient and enormous book.

Unlike other magic books, which are made of paper or parchment, this one is made of fine, smooth tree bark, which even exudes the fragrance of plant sap.

The cover is tightly wrapped in brass and engraved with text or strange symbols.

Nicolas Flamel, who had never received formal wizarding education, was able to create the Philosopher's Stone entirely by accident.

More than 600 years ago, he was just an ordinary person. One night, he dreamed that an angel gave him a book and told him to study it carefully.

When Nicolas Flamel awoke, he found this strange book beside him.

He habitually refers to it as the "Gospel of God".

He could only barely understand less than one percent of the contents of this book, which was the part about the creation of the Philosopher's Stone.

Throughout his more than six hundred years of life, Nicolas Flamel's knowledge and skill in magic had greatly increased, but his understanding of this book had not grown at all.

It remains at that level of only one percent.

So even though he knew it was a rare treasure, he gave it away without hesitation.

The longer one lives, the more one understands the meaning of lifespan.

Immortality encompasses all the dreams and pursuits that humankind can imagine.

As long as you're alive, there are endless possibilities.

When a person dies, they have nothing left.

"A priceless treasure?"

Wang Yan took the book, a mocking smile appearing on his face.

"This is not some kind of treasure."

"It's a key, nothing more."

As he spoke, the Power of Time surged in Wang Yan's hands.

Crackling sounds...

The exquisite and magnificent heavy books transformed into butterfly petals, dissipating into the air.

Nicolas Flamel could not understand what Wang Yan was doing.

He simply waited quietly.

"...very good."

Wang Yan smiled and snapped his fingers at Nicolas Flamel.

Wow!

Dramatic changes began to occur on Changzhe's body.

Her originally aged and withered face regained its youthful appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Her gray hair turned golden and shiny.

Skin that looked like withered tree bark has transformed into the soft, oily skin of a young person.

Even her cloudy eyes were as clear Weilan as a sunny sky.

Wang Yan had to admit that Nicolas Flamel was a very handsome young man with a great artistic temperament when he was young.

"This..."

Nicolas Flamel touched his face and body in disbelief.

He trembled with excitement, looking at Wang Yan with gratitude. He opened his mouth, but was too overwhelmed to speak.

"It's just a transaction, no need to say more."

Wang Yan said with a smile, "I was in a good mood, so I restored your wife's youth and granted her the same near- Eternal lifespan as you."

"As long as you don't leave this planet, and as long as this planet isn't destroyed, you can continue to survive."

"By the way..."

"I'll see you off one more time."

As he spoke, Wang Yan waved his hand, sending Nicolas Flamel back to his secluded place.

Just as Wang Yan said.

He doesn't do charity; it's a transaction.

Compared to Nicolas Flamel, he gained more...