What's Going On?

"Albert is not only a genius in the field of languages, but also good in other fields."

A voice came from the entrance of the hall. Wearing a trench coat, Ge Bo Smith, whom Albert had met once before, walked in. "I have read his papers published in several academic journals, and the fields he covers would make most self-proclaimed geniuses feel ashamed."

"Including you," the old French man asked, tilting his head.

"Including me," Ge Bo Smith readily admitted.

Albert was speechless. He wasn't one to boast, though with the help of the panel, he could certainly pretend to be a genius.

But Albert was a humble man and never liked to boast, even though it was a nice thing to hear.

"Child, what are you best at?"

Finally, someone present couldn't stand it anymore and asked Albert a question.

"What are you best at?" Albert paused for a moment, thought carefully, and replied, "Currently, it should be Ancient Runes. I've spent a lot of time and experience on it."

This time, Albert spoke using Ancient Runes.

The other wizards present automatically ignored 'with experience' because they really didn't understand what it meant, and Albert's fluent tone was something that even wizards familiar with Ancient Runes might not be able to do as well as Albert.

"It's somewhat related to alchemy. However, it leans more towards language." The old man, wearing a monocle and gloves, introduced himself to Albert, "Metal Craftsman, Yeron Bald, the creator of the Golden Snitch."

"Hello, Mr. Yeron Bald." Albert shook hands with the other man.

"If, and I mean if, you're interested in Metal Craftsman after you graduate, you might consider becoming my apprentice. It's not easy to find a suitable apprentice these days," Yellon Bald said to Albert with a smile. "It's a very promising career. We've been providing new Golden Snitch for Quidditch Match."

"I heard that the Golden Snitch is never touched by exposed skin before it is released, and gloves are always worn during its creation," Albert asked. "So, if there is a dispute in the competition, can it recognize the first person who touched it?"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Anderson, it seems you're not entirely ignorant about creating the Golden Snitch." Bald winked at Albert and said cheerfully, "You can write to me if you're interested."

"Bard, are you trying to poach my man?"

Suddenly, a voice finally couldn't help but interrupt their conversation.

"This is our first meeting, Mr. Anderson. I am Sera Harishis. We have exchanged letters several times before." Sera Harishis stepped forward to shake hands with Albert, then smiled at Yeron Bald. Although they were both experts in alchemy, their areas of expertise differed.

"Hello, Mr. Sera Harishis, it's a pleasure to meet you." Albert extended his hand to shake hands with Sera Harishis. At this point, everyone understood that this was someone they had prepared themselves, brought along to show off and give Albert some exposure in the industry.

"We just had a good chat," Yellon Harishis said with a smile, not at all angry.

"Speaking of which, there have been very few visitors this year!" Sera Harishis changed the subject, sitting down next to Albert, with Ge Bo Smith beside him.

"It's rare. But it doesn't matter as it is now," Professor Broad continued the conversation.

"Speaking of which, Nicholas didn't even come," Sera Harishis said, frowning. "He told me last time that he would come."

"Who told Gubalot to use the same formula for the elixir of Elixir of Life that he had previously mocked?"

"He's trying to fool us with a fake formula." Gubalot said this, but he didn't really take it seriously. Although they were very interested in the Philosopher's Stone Philosopher's Stone, they didn't really want to get their hands on it. It was Nicholas's lifeline. Putting aside whether they could get their hands on it, if they actually did, they would be finished.

Moreover, Nicolas Flamel had lived for centuries and was also a very powerful wizard. His residence was protected by multiple layers of security, with the final layer being the Fidelius Charm. The Secret-Keeper was their old friend Dumbledore.

Moreover, even if you obtain the Philosopher's Stone, you still need to know how to concoct the Elixir of Life.

"Nicholas has run into some trouble recently and can't come for the time being," Professor Broad explained helplessly.

"I'm curious, who could possibly be causing him trouble?" another elderly France asked.

"Lord Voldemort!" Professor Broad said in a low voice.

"Isn't that demon, whose name can't even be mentioned, already dead?"

Everyone present showed disgust at Voldemort, as many acquaintances had been innocently caught in the crossfire and died during the last Wizarding War.

"Dumbledore said that the Dark Lord, whose name must not be mentioned, might still be alive," Professor Broad said, frowning deeply. "He must have his reasons, though it's not exactly pleasant news."

The shadow of the Dark Lord also looms over everyone here (except Albert), and no one wants to recall that unpleasant past.

"He's got his eye on the Philosopher's Stone," Harishis frowned. "He wants to use Philosopher's Stone to make a comeback?"

This is not good news.

"He won't succeed," Professor Broad said reassuringly. "As everyone knows, that Dark Lord, whose name must not even be mentioned, is afraid of Dumbledore ..."

To be honest, Albert was surprised to hear the news, because he had guessed what had happened.

Isn't this just like the plot of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone? Voldemort makes Quirrell steal the Philosopher's Stone to sustain his life.

However, Quirrell's abilities were really not that great.

Nicholas is undoubtedly safe. Even the Lord Voldemort couldn't possibly get Nicholas's hiding place from Dumbledore!

They all knew that Dumbledore was Nicolas Flamel's Secret-Keeper.

Protected by the Fidelius Charm, no one could easily enter Nicholas's hiding place, not even if he squeezed his nose against the window of Nicholas's house.

"I think Nicholas is probably not too happy, because now he can't go to the opera!"

"I find Muggle opera performances quite boring. I went to see one with Nicholas a long time ago..." The man was about to say something more when he was interrupted by Professor Broad's light cough.

"Alright, enough of that. Now that everyone's here, let's begin!" Professor Broad asked with a smile. "Who wants to go first?"

At this moment, Albert was a little stunned. What happened first? Why didn't anyone tell him what was going on?