In the endless sea of light of the Mind Palace, Ian and Flamel can no longer distinguish the passage of time.
Both of them were immersed in the torrent of knowledge - the flipping pages of the book not only recorded what they had learned, but also contained countless experiments, failures, successes and hard work.
What they exchange is not just knowledge, but also the imprint of their souls.
Time has long lost its meaning in the consciousness level.
When Flamel reached out again to exchange pages, he found that the bookshelf on one side of him was empty.
He was stunned.
--That means that his knowledge has been completely read.
The old master Alchemy sighed deeply and looked at the Library light that was still shining on the opposite side.
That is the field of knowledge of Ian - infinite, complex, and so vast that it is almost awe-inspiring.
Occasionally, he would peek at a few pages out of curiosity.
Sometimes it is the derivation formula of magic runes, sometimes it is the decomposition experiment of Dark Magic, and sometimes it is the cross-research on the soul and Cosmic Energy.
Some of the discoveries shocked even the six hundred-year-old master.
--Especially those studies on Life Code and "dimensional projection".
Flamel closed the book and murmured softly, "This child... will one day rewrite the nature of Wizarding World."
Just when he was about to exit, Ian opposite him slowly opened his eyes.
The two looked at each other and smiled, ending the exchange tacitly.
--
In the real world, Flamel's body suddenly trembled, and severe pain hit him like a needle.
His hands tightly grasped the armrest, and veins popped out on his forehead.
"Nico!" Perenelle exclaimed, trying to rush over, but was slowed down by his old body.
Fear flashed in her eyes - they had been in a meditative state for two hours, and now her husband suddenly screamed, and she feared the worst would happen.
Ian just frowned slightly and quickly regained his composure.
He explained calmly, "It's okay. It's just a side effect of knowledge exchange. His soul has received too much information and cannot digest it for a while."
"But he-"
Ian took out a transparent potion and handed it over.
"Don't worry. This is Soul-Calming Potion that I specially designed for mental disorders. Please trust me."
Perenelle hesitated for a moment and finally took it.
She leaned over and fed her husband.
After a while, Flamel's painful expression gradually eased and his breathing became steady.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had become tranquil and profound.
He gently stroked his forehead and whispered, "I feel... my thoughts are clearer than ever before."
After a brief silence, the old man slowly said, "It seems that it is time to change the title of 'The Greatest Alchemy'."
Ian did not deny it, just smiled slightly.
The two chatted briefly for a few more words, then said goodbye and left.
When Ian's figure disappeared in the green flames of the fireplace, Perenelle held her husband's hand tightly and asked in a low voice, "What on earth did he do to you?"
Flamel pondered for a moment, leaving only one sentence. "He allowed me to see the future."
--
A few hours later, Flamel was sitting in front of the mirror in the study.
The mirror flashed with light, and the face of Albus Dumbledore appeared on the other end.
"Nico," Dumbledore asked calmly, "I heard that you have met that young man?"
"Yes." Flamel nodded.
"How does that feel?"
"Shocking."
The old man's tone was low, with a hint of hesitation. "I finally understand why he was able to achieve such achievements in a short period of time.
It's not because of his talent or hard work, but because his way of thinking is beyond this era."
Dumbledore frowned slightly.
"Beyond? What do you mean?"
Flamel said slowly, "We alchemists are used to dividing the world into 'soul' and 'matter', but in his world view--
Magic, technology, life, and even the laws of the universe can all be explained uniformly.
He believes that magic is a 'language' and as long as the grammar is mastered, any miracle can be compiled and realized."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment.
"Then what did you see that moved you so much?"
Flamel looked complicated. "A blueprint."
"Blueprint?"
"Yes, a blueprint for a floating city."
Dumbledore raised his head, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Floating City?"
Flamel slowly narrate--
It was a city with giant Philosopher's Stone as its energy core.
It contains anti-gravity magic arrays, energy shields, climate control systems, and complete magic research facilities.
The city is surrounded by magic turrets and legions of alchemical golems.
"What's even more frightening is," he paused, his eyes gradually brightening, "that's not just a city, but an interstellar ship Ark.
According to his calculations, as long as Philosopher's Stone has enough energy, the entire city can teleport across the galaxy and even reach the edge of the universe."
Dumbledore's expression changed from surprise to shock.
He was speechless for a long time.
Flamel sighed, "He called that city--Atlantia (Atlantia).
He said that it would be the second dawn of magical civilization.
If it comes out, the wizarding society will no longer hide, but become a race of Overlord stars."
After a long silence, Dumbledore slowly asked, "Do you think he can succeed?"
"From what I can see, he will succeed eventually." Flamel said with certainty, "Maybe not now, maybe in decades.
But that child's footsteps are destined not to stop on the ground."
Dumbledore lowered his gaze and tapped his fingers on the table.
What Ian said during the professor's interview comes to mind:
"I will make Wizarding Civilization truly go to the stars."
"Maybe..." he murmured softly, "He can really do it."
The light on the mirror gradually dimmed and the call ended.
Flamel stared at his reflection with a complicated expression.
That's both expectation and worry.
"I hope he never forgets his original intention." He said softly.