The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 126

"My dear, can you still walk with your old arms and legs? There are guests at home."

"You old thing, I have good legs and feet."

An old woman came out from the kitchen with black tea. Seeing her trembling, Hermione hurried forward to take the black tea, and helped her to sit beside Mr. Flamel.

"This is my love, Perenal Flamel, and if Albus's letter arrives later, we are going to leave."

Mr. Nico held his wife's hand, and the two leaned together. His voice was full of vicissitudes, but very gentle.

"Mr. Flamel, I'm really sorry to interrupt your plan."

Macon knew that what the other party meant by leaving was not to go to other places, but to leave this world. What a long life brings is not only the withering and decay of the body, but also the tiredness and weakness of the soul.

Spirituality, wrapped in the power of faith, fell on them, nourishing their souls, which made them feel a lot easier.

"Oh, thank you child, what a magical ability, um... unknown and faith? Weird combination."

"You know unknown?"

Macon looked at him with some surprise, but he was relieved after thinking about it.

"Of course, the thing on your neck is made by me. The long life has given me more time, which has taught me many secrets."

After Nicole Flamel finished speaking, he took a sip of black tea, stood up and moved his body, he felt much more comfortable now.

"Pretty little girl, if you don't mind, can you take care of the old lady for me? She is always chattering and wants to talk to someone."

"Old man, go do your business, walk around, I'm much better now." Mrs. Flamel held Hermione's hand, "I'll take you to my small vegetable garden, where many good things are planted, and Lots of cute little animals..."

Sure enough, as her husband said, Mrs. Flamel couldn't close the chatterbox after opening it, but Hermione was obviously able to cope with it. She helped the old lady talk and laugh and went to the vegetable garden.

Mr. LeMay led Macon to the stairs leading to the second floor from the living room. He pulled Macon up the first step of the stairs, and then motioned him to turn around. The ground under the steps of the stairs opened, revealing the down the stairs.

They didn't go down, the stairs under their feet moved them down like an elevator.

There is a lot of space here, surrounded by bookshelves, and rows of operating tables in the middle. There are many things that Macon knows, such as saws, pliers, screwdrivers, wrenches, etc., and he only knows these small hardware tools. He didn't understand anything on those large operating tables, let alone the various materials in those bottles and jars.

"Macon, do you understand what alchemy is?"

"Turn a stone into gold."

"Gone?"

Nicole Flamel looked at Macon strangely. He had taught alchemy to many people in his life. The question of what is alchemy has been raised countless times by him, and he gave a lot of answers, but Jane like Macon Shocking, this is the first time for a direct answer to the core.

It's not that no one knows the answer, it's that everyone knows it, but no one dares to answer in front of him, it's just a simple word!

"Well, it's gone. I just learned about alchemy in the world of ordinary people."

"Turning stones into gold, yes, turning base metals into precious metals is the origin of alchemy. The Philosopher's Stone pushes this to the extreme, transforming useless or less useful things into things with great effects, turning waste into treasure , This is the purpose and foundation of alchemy, and you need to dig out the profound things yourself, so I won’t tell you, I think this is very good.”

"But as an alchemist, we must remember the principle of equivalent exchange. Macon, can you tell me why you want to learn alchemy?"

After Mr. Flamel finished speaking, he looked at Macon, this handsome boy, with cat ears that quivered from time to time, and a black, smooth and playful cat tail that seemed to move a few times.

"Mr. Flamel... I want to create a human being."

Macon hesitated, and finally said the answer from the bottom of his heart.

"Well, it's good to make people, what? What do you want to do?"

Nicole Flamel looked at Macon in shock, made a man?This made him instantly think of making flesh and blood!This is something even scarier than black magic. The so-called Three Unforgivable Curses are shit in front of it!

"Son! You made a mistake and found me. You should ask your little girlfriend, but you are still young."

Mr. Flamel would rather understand it wrong. No alchemist wants to touch that kind of taboo, unless he is a complete lunatic.

"Macon, I'm old, but I can't stand your scare. Forging flesh and blood is a taboo among taboos. Even according to the principle of equivalent exchange, if you use a living person to refine another living person, what you get The result is either a mass of rotten meat or some horrible monsters, and the alchemist himself will bear the horrible backlash, that kind of thing is like a curse, and it will be passed on to the next generation, I have seen too many..."

Macon watched Mr. Flamel start to sigh, he should be remembering something, his face was a little pale.

"Sorry, sir, what I said is too general." Macon found that Mr. LeMay's reaction was extremely violent, and he continued with a smile, "The creation of man I am talking about is not creating a living person, but a doll. It does not It takes flesh and blood and a real soul."

"Huh~, come on, kid, I know what you want to do, I still want you to understand the horror of flesh and blood, I don't want you to embark on this road."

LeMay took his hand and led him to the stairs down, stomping his feet, there is actually a passage under this floor!

The time was even longer this time, and Macon felt that it had passed for a long time. When he walked down the stairway that stopped, the scene in front of him was very familiar to him, the familiar petri dish, the familiar formalin, and the familiar surgical equipment. It is old, but it is very familiar to him, it is the cognition of a doctor in his previous life.

"Look at these culture jars, soaked in formalin, all kinds of strange things, these are the products of flesh and blood training, some of them are my familiar friends."

Macon looked at the culture tanks, most of them were lumps of rotten meat, with facial features and limbs still vaguely distinguishable, and some were even so strange that they couldn't be distinguished.

Those weird things are even more disgusting than what Macon has ever seen. For example, a corpse, where his legs used to be, are now two other arms, and each of the four palms has a blistered white eyeballs, his mouth is wide open on his navel, a human leg sticks out of it, and besides, he has no head at all...

"I haven't been here for a long time. This place originally belonged to one of my students. He ended up becoming one of these jars. It was decades ago. His alchemy talent is very good. If it wasn't for His sister had an accident, and he wouldn't have gone down that road."

"I still remember his last few days, yes, he was crazy, I didn't stop him, because he was afraid that he was not firm enough, afraid that he would waver, so he signed the Unbreakable Curse with me..."

Mr. Flamel was very sad. In his memory, I don’t know when the refining of flesh and blood was spread among alchemists. Countless people wanted to pry open the door leading to eternal life, but more people were rejected. Nothing it devours survives.

"I'm sorry, sir, to remind you of something unpleasant."

"It's okay, since it's here this time, let's clean up these things."

Macon used the Levitation Charm to put the upright culture tanks into his backpack, and returned to the ground with LeMay. He opened the lid of the culture tank, poured out all the formalin and weird tissues inside, and burned them with the flame curse. It must be clean, controlled the water-making spell to wash the inside repeatedly, and put it away again.