Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 816

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in front of the reception desk of the French Ministry of Magic, facing a wizard in a blue robe.

“We’re here to see Mr. Nicolas Flamel,” Harry said. “We have something urgent to discuss with him.”

The wizard looked at them questioningly, then nodded. “Mr. Nicholas Flamel is a master alchemist in our Ministry of Magic, and he’s very busy, but I can help you contact him. Please wait a moment.”

After speaking, the wizard picked up a peculiar wand, waved it gently, and a bright light shot out from the wand and disappeared into the air. A few seconds later, an exquisite envelope appeared on the reception desk.

"This is Mr. Nicolas Flamel's reply," the wizard handed to Harry.

Harry took the envelope, opened the letter inside, and began to read.

"Dear Harry, Ron, and Hermione,"

I'm sorry I can't wait for you to arrive.

However, if you wish, I can arrange a meeting. Please go to the Alchemy Hall of the French Ministry of Magic; I will come immediately upon your arrival.

good luck,

Nick Lemai

Harry put down the letter and said to the wizard, "We'll go to the Alchemy Hall and wait for Mr. Nicholas Flamel."

The wizard nodded. "Please come with me."

They followed the wizard through the hall, past a huge door, into a spacious and brightly lit hall. Various alchemical equipment and potion bottles were displayed inside, and a faint medicinal fragrance filled the air.

"Please wait here for a moment, and have a seat here for a while, okay?" the wizard said, pointing to a set of comfortable sofas, before hurriedly leaving the hall.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat on the sofa, marveling at the magnificent sight of the French Ministry of Magic's Alchemy Hall.

Soon after, light footsteps echoed in the hall, like the soft sound of fine silk.

Nicholas Lemaître tiptoed slowly into the hall from a distance, his long robe trailing behind him in elegant arcs.

“Ah, Harry Potter, it’s been a long time. It’s been almost a year since we last met at the Ministry of Magic. You’ve grown taller and stronger, haven’t you?” Nicholas Flamel said in fluent English, his face beaming with a kind smile and his eyes sparkling with intelligence and kindness. “And Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, you’ve both grown quite a bit too.”

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas Lemaître." The three men looked at each other, feeling somewhat flattered. They stood up and shook hands with Lemaître to greet him.

“Mr. Nicholas Flamel, we don’t want to take up too much of your time,” Harry said, his tone urgent. “Mr. Nicholas Flamel, the Philosopher’s Stone—”

“I know, child, I know. Voldemort stole the Philosopher's Stone,” Nicholas Flamel sighed, then shook his head helplessly. “Oh, that Tyella, she’s too clever.”

“You still…” Nicholas Lemay was about to say something when he suddenly felt a strange sense of being watched—as if someone were looking down on him from an infinite height.

This scrutiny does not contain any malice, but rather a gentle, appraising gaze.

"Don't you understand Tyrell's methods?" Nicholas Flamel changed his tune at the last minute. "It doesn't matter who has the Philosopher's Stone. Tyrell will take it back once she tracks down Voldemort."

"Or to put it another way, that Philosopher's Stone was the mark used to track Voldemort," Nicholas Flamel said. "A power that exists at the origin of a four-dimensional world is more eye-catching than a candle in the night in the eyes of a four-dimensional being like Tyella."

"Wasn't Voldemort able to hide the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione asked worriedly.

“If it were just a simple Philosopher’s Stone, he might have been able to evade Tiera’s pursuit by hiding in the Dreamlands or other realms protected by the Old Gods or Great Old Ones. But that Philosopher’s Stone had passed through Tiera’s hands,” Nicholas Flamel said calmly. “Voldemort could not escape Tiera’s senses.”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione felt a little comforted by Nicolas Flamel's words, but their long-standing habit of unease still made them feel they should do something.

Nicolas Flamel observed them for a moment, then smiled gently. He chuckled and reached into his large wizard robe, pulling out a crystal bottle.

The crystal bottle contains a clear liquid.

Nicolas Flamel waved his hand, and three cups flew over from nowhere, floating in front of Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He then poured a little of the potion from the crystal bottle into each of them.

“Before you continue your journey, please drink this potion.” Nicholas Lemay, with a mysterious expression, handed each person a small cup of the potion. “It’s a calming medicine to soothe your nerves. Remember, the purpose of your trip is to relax and ease your overly tense nerves.”

The three nodded tentatively, each carefully tasting the potion. After swallowing it, they felt a warm power spreading through their bodies. Nicholas Flamel's eyes gleamed with promise: "Tierra is very concerned about your safety. He won't let Voldemort's plan succeed. That brat Tierra... haha, don't you know that?"

“But there must be something we can do, right?” Harry asked, the potion not suppressing his restless thoughts.

Nicholas Lemaître stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked out at the distant horizon through the skylight in the hall. He slowly said, "The only thing you need to do is continue your journey and enjoy your trip."

“Voldemort is cunning and powerful, but his strength is ultimately limited,” Nicholas Flamel continued with a smile. “Thiara, on the other hand, has surpassed our understanding. We should leave everything to him.”

"Alright, I think you're all tired of hearing this old codger's ramblings." With that, Nicholas Lemaître turned and walked toward the alchemy equipment, his sky-blue robes fluttering with each step. "Have a pleasant journey."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances. Although they still had countless questions and anxieties in their hearts, Nicholas Flamel's confidence and Tyella's seemingly grand strategy gradually eased some of their worries.

They bowed to Nicolas Flamel in gratitude for his blessing and the potion, and then, guided by staff from the French Ministry of Magic, headed towards the exit of the hall.

They encountered Fleur Delacour in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

The four of them walked out of the magnificent Ministry of Magic building together, basking in the warm sunlight and surrounded by the bustling streets of Paris. Harry felt the warm power of the potion soothe his inner unease.

Ron patted his stomach with a chuckle and said, "Hey, this potion not only makes you feel at ease, but it also makes you feel like you've eaten a full meal."

(End of this chapter)