Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 256 The Ancestors of Western Modern Chemistry

Dumbledore and Tyrell stood at the door for about two minutes before finally seeing a tall, thin, white figure slowly descend the stairs.

It was a tall, thin old man wearing a white dress, with long silver-white hair. He was slowly walking over, step by step. His wrinkled, pale face, which looked like a dried corpse, revealed an expression that Tyella thought should be joy.

"Albus!" the old man, or rather Nicholas Lemaire, called out happily, his voice barely audible. As he descended the stairs, he turned right and walked toward the experimental table next to him.

A minute later, Dumbledore and Thierra saw Nicholas Flamel finally reach the lab table, lean against it, catch his breath, and then slowly squat down. He took out a tea set and a glass bottle resembling a kettle from a cabinet on the lab table.

“Don’t we need to help Mr. Nicolas Flamel?” Tyella asked, quietly approaching Dumbledore.

“Oh, no need…” Dumbledore replied quietly, “We can just stand here and wait. This is Flamel’s laboratory, and he doesn’t like people messing with the things in his laboratory.”

"Please have a seat." After filling the teapot with liquid from the glass jug, Nicholas Flamel greeted Dumbledore and Tyrell, saying, "Dumbledore, you're a regular here, please invite our little Tyrell to sit down."

“Alright.” Dumbledore, holding Tyella’s hand with one hand and lifting the hem of his wizard’s robe with the other, walked around piles of pale yellow parchment scattered on the floor and came to the sofa in the center of the living room.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve been here, Dumbledore.” After Dumbledore and Tierra sat down, Nicholas Flamel walked shakily toward the sofa carrying a teapot and three teacups on a tray.

“I don’t think I saw Mr. Flamel put out the tea,” Tyella whispered to Dumbledore after sitting down on the sofa.

“Don’t worry,” Dumbledore said, tilting his head. “That glass bottle contains the elixir of immortality.”

Tierra: ...

"What?"

"The elixir of immortality," Dumbledore repeated, then stood up—

At this moment, Nicholas Lemma had already walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa. Dumbledore got up, took the tray from Nicholas Lemma and placed it on the coffee table, then picked up the teapot and poured out three cups of pale blue liquid.

Dumbledore first placed a glass in Nicholas Flamel's hand, then handed another glass to Thiella.

“Thank you,” Tierra replied.

Finally, Dumbledore picked up a glass and drank it himself.

"Try it, little Tierra." Nicholas Lemay sat down with his teacup in hand and smiled at Tierra. "This is my latest lime-flavored elixir of immortality. How about you try it?"

Tierra: ...

It's truly a case of some suffering from drought while others are drowning in floods.

Voldemort spent a whole semester plotting to get a bottle of the Elixir of Immortality, but you, on the other hand, just use the Elixir of Immortality to make a beverage.

Tierra picked up her teacup and took a sip—

The elixir of immortality in the teacup was cold, but after Tiera drank it, she felt as if a fireball had rolled into her stomach—

Before Tierra could react—

Tierra felt as if a lime had exploded inside his stomach, and countless warm, lime-scented currents instantly flowed through his entire body—

"Pfft—" Tiera blushed, then turned pale all over, her skin looking as if she had been soaking in a lime-colored bathtub all day.

"Ho ho ho—" Dumbledore laughed happily, and even Nicholas Flamel laughed weakly.

"Sorry, sorry." After laughing, Nicholas Lema said, "Because I'm usually visited by old folks, I've never considered the possibility of young people drinking elixirs of immortality... The bluish tinge on your skin... should fade in about a week." "Alright..." Tierra rubbed her face helplessly—

What else could he do? The old man in front of him was over six hundred years old, the ancestor of modern Western chemistry, and was even offering him an elixir of immortality.

“But thank you anyway for the elixir of immortality, Mr. Lemaître,” Thierra said, raising his glass before taking a large gulp of the elixir.

“It’s delicious,” Tierra said politely.

“Thank you.” Nicholas Lemaître took a sip of his drink, then leaned back on the sofa and said, “So… you’re that brat who stole my Philosopher’s Stone?”

"Pfft—cough cough—" Tiera choked as she was taking her third sip of the elixir of immortality.

“Yes, yes, Mr. Flamel,” Thierra said, blushing. “I’m sorry, Mr. Flamel, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have let Voldemort control me. I shouldn’t have reached out my evil hand to your Philosopher’s Stone.”

Anyway, the apology is the right thing to do. In any case, Tyella's apology was worthwhile. Although he shifted the blame to Voldemort, the Philosopher's Stone is indeed lying in his library now.

“Oh…never mind…” Nicholas Flamel was surprised by Tyrell’s frankness, glanced at Dumbledore, and then waved his hand, saying, “Anyway, I have enough elixirs of immortality…”

“But hehe… you’re quite frank.” Nicholas Lemaître chuckled again, then put down his teacup and waved towards his lab table—

A quill pen and a thick notebook flew to Nicholas Lemaire's feet. Lemaire let the notebook float in front of him, then turned to a blank page.

“So, Albus must have told me why you came here, right?” Nicholas Flamel said.

“Yes, Mr. Lemaître,” Thierra replied. “Headmaster Dumbledore said you would be willing to make me an alchemical arm and an alchemical eye.”

“Alright, then tell me.” Nicholas Flamel picked up his quill and tapped it on his notebook. “Tell me what you need from your arm and eyes.”

"Really?" Tierra asked excitedly. "You can fulfill any request?"

“Of course,” Nicholas Lema said proudly. “I can proudly say that I am the most accomplished alchemist in the world today… well… apart from those old fogies in Kunlun Mountain, Longhu Mountain, and Laoshan Mountain who are guarding their broken furnaces, I am the greatest alchemist in the world today.”

"Are those places where Chinese wizards gather?" Tierra asked in surprise.

“Of course,” Dumbledore said. “Otherwise, where do you think those Taoist legends came from? Were they all made up by Muggles?”

"So China has a Ministry of Magic too? What's it like? Is it kept secret like in Britain?" Tierra asked excitedly. "Can I work for the Chinese Ministry of Magic after I graduate?"

Dumbledore: ...

Nicholas Lemaître: ...

The two elderly people, whose combined age was nearly 700 or 800, looked at each other.

“Of course… but why don’t you stay in England?” Dumbledore asked, a hint of sadness in his voice. “Don’t you want to accompany this old man on his final journey?”

“I don’t like the food, the climate, or the water here,” Tierra said. “I’m afraid I’ll go bald.”

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