Nicolas Flamel.
When Gerald heard that name, something seemed to light up in his mind.
The creator of the Philosopher's Stone, a master alchemist who had lived for over six hundred years.
Of course he knew who that was. In the original story, Flamel had chosen to face death calmly after the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed. Dumbledore's assessment of him had been, "To some people, death is merely another great adventure."
But that would happen two years later. Right now, Nicolas Flamel should still be alive and living in France.
He still possessed the Philosopher's Stone, which could turn any metal into gold and grant immortality.
Getting Flamel's contact information would not be difficult. Dumbledore clearly knew him, and they were close.
"Thank you, Professor. This information is very important to me. I'm afraid I'll also need you to write me a letter of introduction sometime." His tone became much more sincere.
"That's no trouble. You can come to me whenever you like."
Before long, they arrived at the entrance to Hogwarts Castle.
Filch poked his head out of the caretaker's office, took one look, and immediately withdrew when he saw Dumbledore.
Gerald stopped in the Entrance Hall and turned to say goodbye.
"Mr. Green."
Dumbledore stood in the middle of the Entrance Hall, his blue eyes holding an almost amused look behind his Half-moon Spectacles.
"That potion you brewed is quite interesting. Even Professor Severus hasn't managed to work out its formula."
Gerald fell silent for a second. Only one thought flashed through his mind.
Were there really no secrets at Hogwarts?
Dumbledore knew he was selling potions at the Hog's Head. He knew Snape had bought his potions to study, and he even knew that Snape had spent months researching them without any success.
Gerald had never told