Alchemy consists of seven steps.
These are calcination, dissolution, separation, merging, fermentation, distillation, and coagulation.
Vincent's previous shaping of Mithril was actually the final step of condensation.
Magical Circuit are also a type of condensation, but they are a very unique kind.
"You can refer to the pattern on this table," Nicolas Flamel handed him a roll of parchment. "You can also figure out some new ones yourself."
"I'll use yours first," Vincent, choosing a pattern that could generate high temperatures.
Magical Circuit also carry risks, so he first put on a protective suit woven from silver wire.
The Alder Wand hovered over the Orichalcum Bullet that was fixed to the workbench.
Although it is smaller than a gun muzzle and a hammer, Magical Circuit actually only requires extremely precise control of mana.
He initially thought it would be simple, until the pattern he had only carved halfway started to smoke.
Unlike the permanent Mithril form, this is a very tedious and boring task that requires concentration throughout.
Magical Runes Nicolas Flamel the edge of the workbench, a magical rune appeared, and a small opening appeared beneath the smoking Orichalcum Bullet.
Loosen the Mithril claws used to hold it in place and toss it into the next layer, which is specifically for handling failed items.
"Child, don't be bored."
Vincent secured a new Orichalcum Bullet. "Teacher, aren't the previous six steps of Alchemy all more complicated than this?"
"That's true in a sense."
He suddenly turned his head as if he had realized something.
"What's wrong, kid?" Nicolas Flamel felt a little guilty under his gaze.
"Teacher, you're not the kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of things, are you?"
The time to destroy the Sorcerer's Stone was set for the last day of the holiday.
So it's just a coincidence?
Not many people actually know that he only cares about the result and not the process.
Ignoring the previous six tedious steps, why jump straight into teaching two cohesion methods?
Vincent believes in coincidences.
But as long as Dumbledore gets involved, he'd rather believe that Gu Gu no longer loves the little field mouse.
Nicolas Flamel seemed a little embarrassed. "Albus Dumbledore did recommend you to me."
Your principal is still your principal.
Even though they weren't enemies, Vincent was furious.
He was careless again.
Facing Dumbledore, who could punch Grindelwald and kick Voldemort, one must always be on high alert.
Wanting to say something more, Nicolas Flamel subconsciously looked towards the open door to the workroom.
In the air that suddenly burst into flames, a vaguely outlined human figure could be vaguely seen.
Vincent pursed his lips and pointed his Alder Wand at the Orichalcum Bullet.
"You're earlier than expected, Albus Dumbledore."
With a smile, Dumbledore stepped out of the flames. "Cornelius and the others finished their investigation, so I came ahead of time."
"Professor, was this also part of your plan?"
"No, this is a genuine coincidence."
Vincent's left hand trembled slightly, and the Orichalcum Bullet started smoking again.
He touched the Magical Runes Nicolas Flamel had just touched. "The real Christmas present—Professor, is this the place you're talking about?"
Dumbledore slowly walked over. "I hope you can understand an old man's worries about the future, Vincent."
"I understand, it's not the right time yet."
"No." He looked at an item on the metal shelf. "Last time it was because we didn't have enough time."
Nicolas Flamel nodded slightly. "I won't bother you any longer."
Vincent toyed with the third Orichalcum Bullet in his right hand. "Professor, all I really need is a definite answer."
"Ask away."
"Is the reason you care so much about Harry because he has some connection with Voltaire- Tom?"
Dumbledore nodded. "There will be no interference from external magic here."
"Because of his Killing Curse?"
"Yes, but it's not that simple."
He went to the metal shelf and picked up a large basin made of Mithril.
"It has long been rumored that Harry defeated Tom, an infant, who had brought Voldemort to the British Isles."
The Elder Wand drew a glowing thread from his temple. "Doesn't it look like a fairy tale?"
Vincent watched silently as the silk threads gradually merged into the mysterious substance in the large basin.
They are like liquids and gases at the same time, slowly forming a picture.
"Professor Trelawney?"
"Yes, that was when I was interviewing her."
Dumbledore pushed the Mithril basin towards him, gesturing for him to stick his head in.
After doing so with Vincent's soul seemed to leave his body and appear in a place that was absolutely impossible to reach.
Hogsmeade is still Hogsmeade, but many of the shopkeepers there look ten years younger.
"You are now within my memory."
Vincent, who was standing still, was walked straight through by Dumbledore, whose beard was shorter than it was now.
"Professor, where are you?"
"Behind you."
He turned around and saw another Dumbledore.
"Let's go, Vincent."
The two followed Dumbledore, who had a short beard, into a place called the Hog's Head Pub.
Young Trelawney was very nervous.
The professorship she was applying for was for Divination that was already scheduled to be closed.
"I have never taken Divination, nor do I believe in any Prophecy." Dumbledore long beard, had a very complicated expression.
"If Sybill wasn't the great-great-granddaughter of the famous Seer Cassandra Trelawney, I wouldn't waste this time searching for Tom's weaknesses to meet her."
Vincent wholeheartedly agreed with his reasoning.
Trelawney's performance has been extremely disappointing, both in the past and present.
But just as Dumbledore his short beard was about to politely refuse, she suddenly trembled violently, her eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"The one capable of defeating the Dark Lord is approaching, born into a family that has resisted him three times, born at the end of July—"
A sound of something being dropped in a panic came from nearby.
Vincent glanced over curiously and recognized a very familiar figure from behind.
"The Dark Lord will consider him his formidable rival, but he will possess powers that the Dark Lord is unaware of—"
He turned his attention back to Trelawney.
Her Prophecy did not stop there.
"One of them must die at the hands of the other, for not both can live, but only one can survive."
At the end of July, of the formidable rivals, only one remained.
Dumbledore, with his short beard, looked extremely shocked.
But Vincent was even more shocked than him.
If Trelawney's Prophecy in this state is true, then the Prophecy she made when she caught him on the Seventh Floor...
Dumbledore his long beard, didn't think there was anything wrong with his performance.
After all, this is a Prophecy that has been going on for almost twelve years, and most normal people would react this way.
"Professor, do you believe in this Prophecy?"
"At first I didn't believe it, until I heard the person in the first part go back and tell Tom."
Voldemort attacked the Potter family, but was ultimately destroyed by his own Killing Curse.
Nicolas Flamel's Prophecy can be altered, while Trelawney's Prophecy seems to create countless coincidences, guiding the protagonist of the Prophecy step by step toward the predetermined ending.
The true Dark Lord is about to appear—
His henchmen are scattered across the globe, and his influence extends to magical governments worldwide.
With the help of two mentors, he grew into a true Dark Lord, possessing the power to conquer the Wizarding World.
So, who is the protagonist of this Prophecy?
Vincent looked at Dumbledore had a long beard, with a look of horror.
Nicolas Flamel was his teacher, or in a sense, his mentor.
As the instigator, Dumbledore had no reason not to take him on as an apprentice.
Is he the protagonist of the Prophecy?
Vincent Wayne?