Donating money to the magical governments of various countries is essentially paying protection money.
Although there is no inheritance tax in the Wizarding World, no one can guarantee that they won't be tempted.
Nicolas Flamel is essentially paying for the bare minimum of peace of mind.
When Vincent saw Fudge and Russell off, he had already secretly decided to get that money back.
No matter how long it takes, it must be the kind that returns both the principal and interest.
When almost everyone had left, the president of the International Alchemy Association came over alone.
He was an Egypt, wearing a loose black robe.
"Hello, Mr. Wayne."
Vincent shook hands with him, "Hello, President Hafra."
Hafra seemed very enthusiastic. "I wonder if Mr. Wayne would be interested in joining our International Alchemy Association?"
Coming here at this time, they probably want Nicolas Flamel's manuscripts.
After all, in most people's eyes, children are very easy to fool.
Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.
"President Hafra, I'm still in school."
Vincent looked towards Dumbledore in the distance. "And I haven't even met the requirements for joining yet, have I?"
"You're too modest." Hafra looked at the briefcase he was holding. "Mr. Flamel was our honorary chairman when he was alive. You can become an honorary member first."
They really are after the manuscript!
According to Nicolas Flamel, he was told in a dream by an angel that he would receive a magical book that would grant him extraordinary and amazing powers.
He later exchanged 2 Florin for this ancient and massive book, the Book of Abramelin the Mage.
Unlike other books that use paper or parchment, it is made from the fine, smooth bark of young trees.
The cover is tightly wrapped in brass and engraved with text and strange symbols.
It's a thick book, but it only has 21 pages.
The text and illustrations in the book were not written on, but rather branded on with metal, and the recessed areas were then painted over.
The original text was written in a mixture of Latin, Arabic, Chaldean, and Old Syriac.
Nicolas Flamel spent 21 years collecting data before finally being able to decipher it with the help of a Hebrew scholar.
He summarized and organized the entire 21 pages of content, eventually compiling them into a manuscript.
Vincent had never read the book, but he possessed the manuscript.
"I need to think about this carefully, Chairman Hafra."
No matter how much the other party pleaded, he maintained this ambiguous attitude.
Nicolas Flamel was unwilling to share his knowledge during his lifetime because if certain knowledge fell into the hands of bad people, it would bring endless troubles to the world.
As for what can be shared, we'll have to wait until he's learned it before considering it.
Hafra finished grinding until all the "witnesses" had left, then forcibly stuffed a badge into his hand.
"Mr. Wayne, I will patiently await your reply."
He left, without any sense of loss or regret.
Vincent looked down at the badge in his hand.
It is made of orogen copper and has three delicate IAA letters engraved on its surface.
Dumbledore over and took a look. "It has a notification function. Hafra probably gave you this because of next year's International Alchemy Conference."
"Can I not go?" Vincent knew the other party had ill intentions.
"I suggest you join." Dumbledore took a more exquisite badge out of his pocket. "Although the Society has declined, it still has a great influence internationally."
"I will go." Vincent pretended not to understand the implication in his words. "Professor, are we going back?"
Dumbledore. "No, we still have to go somewhere else."
"Where?"
"Nicolas Flamel's house".
With a melodious roar from the Fawkes, the entire platform was enveloped in red flames.
After half a year, the building has a stronger cyberpunk vibe.
All the previously transparent glass has been replaced with Alchemical Item resembling monitors.
Newt Scamander and his friends seemed to be used to this, and simply pushed open the door on the first floor and went inside.
The elevator interior has also changed, becoming more spacious and brighter.
The corridor is different now, with many mechanical structures of unknown purpose added.
On the top floor, Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle were both there.
They were all very satisfied with their funeral and gave Dumbledore's Transfiguration a very high rating.
"Teacher, you saw everything just now?" Vincent suddenly remembered the stone platform floating on the sea.
"It is an Alchemical Item that can be monitored."
Nicolas Flamel pointed to a small pebble at the bottom of the large screen. "They are all paired, so through the reflection of the platform, I can see the whole process of the 'funeral'."
Vincent's expression suddenly turned strange.
People are standing on it, and the reflected image...
"I blocked most of the images." Nicolas Flamel understood his expression. "For this, I even created the most complex Magical Circuit currently available."
Like the original circuit board, this Alchemical Item, capable of rendering images without any blind spots, is enormous.
Of course, the cost is also extremely high.
Nicolas Flamel opened the outer shell of a device that was half a person's height, revealing a dense array of Magical Circuit inside.
Everyone gasped in shock.
If you break down the big platform, it can monitor the whole world.
Whether for civilian or military use, this is an Alchemical Item of strategic significance.
"There are already many Muggle satellites in the sky." Nicolas Flamel finished attaching the outer shell. "If technology continues to advance, it will come in very handy."
Everyone fell silent.
Vincent knew what the future world would be like.
The internet is developing at an incredibly fast pace, so fast that transmitting images and videos takes only a blink of an eye.
Wizards would not be doing the same thing as they are now.
Once discovered, the whole world will know of their existence.
How to determine who has watched the video and how to pinpoint their location are problems that future wizards will have to face.
Nicolas Flamel gave the answer in advance, as if she had foreseen it.
Grindelwald may be right, because the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was bound to be broken sooner or later.
The only difference is whether it's broken actively or passively.
Vincent noticed that Dumbledore's expression was very complicated.
Perhaps because he foresaw what was going on, he could clearly see the regret and pity on the other person's face.
The unchanging Wizarding World is destined to change, and this change can be divided into two options: active and passive.
Nicolas Flamel approached Dumbledore and said, "Albus Dumbledore, I intend to give it to you."
Dumbledore seemed to have made a great decision, "No, I am not qualified."
His gaze swept over Newt Scamander and Jacob, then over Tina and Queenie, finally settling on Vincent.
"I'm old, and I've gotten used to a peaceful life."
Vincent felt no joy at being watched by seven pairs of eyes; in fact, he felt quite depressed.
Old age might be one reason, but he knew it wasn't the real reason.
"Teacher, I'm not interested in this."
He won't take up this banner until he figures out what Dumbledore is trying to escape.
Even if Nicolas Flamel handed the things to him right now.