The top floor of this cyberpunk-themed building is a living room the size of Muggle football field.
It seems to have used the same magic as the Great Hall of Hogwarts, making you feel like you're standing on the top floor when you're inside.
"Amazing!"
What came into Vincent's view was a huge screen, three hundred inches long, suspended in mid-air.
Nicolas Flamel snapped his fingers, and the entire screen lit up.
The latest episode of "Thomas and his friends" is playing on the screen.
A small train engine, filled with educational stories, accompanies children on their healthy growth journey.
Vincent also grew up watching this animation in his previous life.
Thank goodness it's 1991 now; if it were a few years later, they probably would have aired Teletubbies.
But for him, this place was a true "magical island," full of fantasy and wonder.
A screen that intelligently adjusts the viewing angle;
Comfortable fabric sofa with massage and heating functions;
A multi-functional stovetop with automatic tea brewing and cooking functions;
Transparent glass that can magnify the view outside the window, etc.
These Alchemical Item, even more wondrous than technological creations, were all handcrafted by Nicolas Flamel.
"Although the Magical Automaton —oh, you mean those metal machines you just saw."
Nicolas Flamel snapped his fingers, and a moment later a humanoid metal robot stepped out of the elevator.
"Although the Magical Automaton can do a lot of the work for me, they are too poor at handling special events."
The Magical Automaton with "18" printed on its chest has no armor on its outermost layer and looks like a metal skeleton.
"Can it understand what I'm saying?" Vincent curiously, reaching out his hand and touching the large, silvery head with his fingertips.
The temperature is similar to that of a human body. If you were to put the appearance of a governor who was once an actor on it, it would be like a movie brought to life.
"It can only be some simple ones." Nicolas Flamel erased the numbers on its chest.
"Originally, I wanted to change my appearance to that of a real number 18, but unfortunately Perenelle would be angry."
He rewrote the number "T-800" with his wand.
"Nicolas Flamel, I'm not angry."
Perenelle smiled gently, "You're too much of a perfectionist. The three-dimensional world we live in is inherently more real."
"I still want to try my best."
Nicolas Flamel frowned as he examined the T-800 in front of him.
Muggle now possess the most basic artificial intelligence, and the Magical Automaton they create have a certain degree of learning ability.
"Magical Circuit are more malleable than circuit boards, and their response speed can almost reach the point of zero delay..."
Vincent, as if listening to gibberish, pulled out a black notebook.
"Precision without error—" He cast a recording spell on the quill pen.
Perenelle shook his head helplessly and turned to make tea for the old man and the young man.
Current circuit boards are still planar and linear, which is several levels inferior to the multi-layered, rotatable Magical Circuit.
The method of making it is not complicated. It only requires a set of matching Alchemical Item, or two Ancient Runes, and then using magic to draw lines to connect them.
Depending on their shape and size, the greater the error, the worse the effect.
After explaining the basic principles, Perenelle also brewed the tea.
Vincent snapped out of his study mode and took out the box containing the Sorcerer's Stone from his small bag.
"Mr. Flamel, this is what you gave to Professor Dumbledore."
Nicolas Flamel didn't open the box on the coffee table, but instead asked about Dumbledore.
"The professor will be fine; the Ministry of Magic is probably just putting on a show."
Perenelle put down his teacup. "Just as you saw in the Prophecy, Nicolas Flamel."
"Prophecy?" Vincent was somewhat taken aback.
No wonder Dumbledore always said he was too busy during the holidays; he knew all along.
"It's not as exaggerated as you think." Nicolas Flamel's voice was calm. "I have a Prophecy Orb that can see what's going to happen in my house."
It was because of this that I decided to move the Sorcerer's Stone to another location.
Vincent looked around the living room and noticed that many of the small devices there seemed particularly mysterious.
Can Quirrell, this brilliant man who is now dazed, drooling, and only able to babble, really manage to break in?
"Mr. Flamel, what method did Tom without a nose use?"
Nicolas Flamel picked up a small device shaped like a Rubik's Cube from the coffee table.
With each rotation, the Ancient Runes on the surface change.
"A true Prophecy is bound to happen, but what I see can be altered by human intervention."
He stopped turning and placed his thumb on a Runes.
The 300-inch screen went dark, then a blurry outline of a person appeared.
The pale-skinned "Quirrell" had no nose, wore a black robe, and walked in barefoot.
Vincent noticed that his toenails were very long and he was holding a wand in each hand.
Then a large number of Magical Automaton covered in heavy armor emerged.
Voldemort, who was suspected of being resurrected by using Quirrell's body, instantly turned into a cloud of black mist.
Each time he passed a Magical Automaton, all that remained in the wilderness was a pile of highly corroded metal blocks.
Nicolas Flamel paused the video and zoomed in on his face. "As far as I know, there is a very cruel ritual that can turn a possessed body back into one's own."
"Mr. Flamel, I just roughly counted the number of Magical Automaton." Vincent's expression became serious.
"If your production speed hadn't slowed down, this Prophecy would have come true long ago, wouldn't it?"
"Yes." Nicolas Flamel gently stroked the Rubik's Cube, causing the image to replay. "I don't know how he knew about this place."
The fact that Perenelle and I were living in seclusion here in Devon was known only to our old friend Albus Dumbledore throughout all of Europe.
In the scene, Voldemort transforms back into human form, his two wands interlocked and raised high.
The once azure sky quickly darkened, and the white clouds became increasingly black.
Accompanied by flashes of light, a dark red bolt of lightning struck down from the dark clouds.
The entire high-rise building was split in the middle and collapsed into ruins.
Vincent felt a cold sweat break out on his back. "Professor Dumbledore couldn't possibly reveal your hiding place, so the problem lies elsewhere—"
Nicolas Flamel knew what the unspoken second half of the sentence was.
Even though he and Perenelle had seen countless partings, they never confined themselves to the small circle called immortality.
"The current outcome is for the best." He turned off the large screen, which only showed Voldemort's laughter.
"In order to no longer implicate those old friends, Perenelle and I have decided to disappear from this world."
"Disappear? But what if Tom finds it again—"
"I am 666 years old."
Vincent stiffly turned his neck, shifting his gaze away from the darkened screen.
"Mr. Flamel, are you going to use the 'fake death' method to deceive him?"
"That's right." Nicolas Flamel opened the small box and took out the Sorcerer's Stone. "It's fascinating, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mr. Flamel."
He carefully placed the Sorcerer's Stone and gazed intently into Vincent's deep blue eyes.
"Perenelle and I were tired of this life of hiding, so we decided to destroy it."
Losing the Sorcerer's Stone meant that this legendary Alchemists had chosen to face death.
No matter how many Elixir of Life you prepare, that day will eventually come.
For ordinary people, knowing their death date is not a good thing.
But for Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle, things didn't seem as bad as they had imagined.