Nicolas Flamel

Along with Kyle, the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone also fell, spinning twice in mid-air before being caught by a hand.

Kyle carefully put away the Philosopher's Stone fragments before looking up to assess his surroundings.

After learning that he would need to use the Portkey, Kyle considered many different possible outcomes. He had imagined landing in front of a grand manor, or near a wizarding village...

After all, those reclusive old wizards all preferred this approach, just like Newt, who made his home in a remote, untouched forest.

But Kyle never imagined he would end up on a rather bustling Muggle street...

He looked at the huge restaurant sign in front of him with some surprise.

There were many pedestrians coming and going around, but none of them seemed to notice Kyle's sudden appearance. They all walked past him with normal expressions, as if he had always been there.

Car horns blared all around, and Kyle looked into the distance.

To the left front, one can vaguely see a towering spire...

"Paris?" Kyle frowned slightly, having gained a general understanding of his position.

Knowing from the outset that he was going to France, not Devon, Kyle quickly recovered from his initial surprise.

So be it, he's a legendary wizard who's lived for over six hundred years. His ideas are naturally different from theirs. It wouldn't be strange if he made his home on the monkey mountain in the zoo.

The most important thing now is to find the person.

Kyle pondered for a moment.

That Portkey must have been made by Nicolas Flamel or Dumbledore, so its location is definitely correct. And Nicolas Flamel couldn't possibly be in the shops lining the street, so...

"The Fidelius Charm?"

Kyle found the envelope Dumbledore had given him earlier in his pocket, quickly opened it, and pulled out a blank slip of paper.

Although the note was blank, Kyle heard a clear murmur the moment he opened it.

That's a number.

"Number 51!"

Then the note suddenly burst into flames and fell to the ground.

As Kyle looked up, he saw a delicate wooden door with gilded patterns suddenly appear between the restaurant and the record store in front of him... followed by light blue walls and spotless windows.

It looked like an extra house suddenly bulged out, squeezing out everything on either side.

Kyle clicked his tongue. Inside the restaurant, the waiters were still chatting leisurely, and the melodious music in the record store kept playing. Obviously, the people inside were unaware of anything.

Kyle strode forward, frowning as he looked at the newly conjured door.

There was no handle on the door, only a small dent that looked like it had been punched in by something, and it didn't look like a keyhole either.

Kyle drew his wand...

As expected, the Unlocking Charm had no effect.

"Is this a test?"

But Dumbledore never mentioned anything like this...

Just as Kyle was hesitating about what to do next, the gilded patterns on the door suddenly twisted and intertwined, gradually forming a golden cursive script.

Ahead of you lies a swiftly flowing river.

The Magic Flute's song destroyed the bridge leading to the other side.

To continue forward, you must find the four missing branches...

One of them was picked up by the knight and taken to the countryside;

A feather fell and struck a butterfly, which was then picked up by the wife unintentionally.

One witnessed the wedding vows... another swaggered proudly above people's heads...

Go, find them...

Or you can give your treasure to the Merpeople on the shore, and they will help you continue your journey."

Kyle narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the golden, cursive script.

This content is not difficult to understand.

The bridge likely refers to this door, meaning that to open it, four key things must be found... and the following words are the clues to them.

Kyle raised an eyebrow thoughtfully and quickly identified the most crucial parts of each sentence.

The Magic Flute... Knight, Countryside... Butterfly, Wife...

If we slightly change their order and meaning, it becomes:

The Magic Flute, Knight of the Country, Madame Butterfly...

These are all names of famous operas. Although he couldn't think of the last two yet, they should also be related to operas.

"Is this a signal for me to go to the opera house to look for clues?"

Kyle didn't move, but looked at the last paragraph.

The meaning of this sentence is quite obvious... If you don't want to go looking for it, you can get it done by paying money.

But the money here definitely doesn't refer to Galleon.

Kyle noticed that there was a shallow groove right below the sentence, and he seemed to suddenly remember something, taking the Philosopher's Stone fragment out of his pocket.

Both in size and shape, this fragment perfectly matches the groove on the door; there's no doubt that this is the so-called "treasure."

"Nicolas Flamel has no intention of taking back the Philosopher's Stone fragments?"

Kyle was somewhat surprised.

Judging from the meaning of this, it seems that as long as he can find the clues corresponding to the four operas, he can obtain this precious fragment of the Philosopher's Stone.

On one hand, there's the time to find clues; on the other hand, there are fragments of the Philosopher's Stone... Is there even a question?

Kyle raised his hand and decisively pressed the fragment into the groove.

The Philosopher's Stone can indeed drive countless people crazy, but a destroyed Philosopher's Stone is utterly useless.

Like chopsticks broken into a dozen pieces, or Lego brick parts, it's completely useless—tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away.

If it were truly useful, it wouldn't have been made into Portkey.

Oh, by the way, if you took it to Diagon Alley and sold it, you could probably get a lot of Galleon for it.

With the allure of the Philosopher's Stone, many Pure-blood families would be willing to spend a Galleon on it.

Thinking of this, Kyle reluctantly raised his hand, wanting to pry the fragments off again.

But by then, the fragments had already been perfectly fitted into the grooves.

The gate slowly disappeared, and the room grew larger and larger until it occupied the entire street.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, the shops transformed into exquisite pillars, and all the pedestrians vanished.

Kyle found himself in a grand hall, with warm yellow marble under his feet and a constantly changing azure blue ceiling and walls.

Furthermore, one can vaguely see many unidentified golden symbols on it, whether intended to add to the mystery or for some other purpose is unknown.

"Aha, Olympe, you've lost!"

A familiar voice came from the side.

"I told you, this kid would be the first one to come in... Hurry up, you need to give me two Galleon."