The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 13 Old ginger is spicier

When Dumbledore rushed over, he immediately saw Wes standing alone on the devastated ruins.

The moonlight, like water, spilled down, outlining his figure as exceptionally lonely.

"You're late, Principal."

Wes's deep gaze was fixed on Dumbledore, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.

"Aren't you going to explain? The people who showed up tonight are definitely not ordinary poachers."

Wes stared intently at Dumbledore, trying to pry something out of him.

Dumbledore didn't explain immediately. He first carefully observed the messy traces of the battle around him, then turned to Wes with admiration and said, "Your strength has deeply impressed me, Mr. Irwin."

"I need an explanation, Headmaster Dumbledore. This is completely different from what you described before."

Wes was clearly unmoved by Dumbledore's flattery, his gaze sharp and piercing as he stared directly at him.

"Yes," Dumbledore said gently, recognizing Wes's agitation. "I will give you a satisfactory answer. But let's leave here now. The fierce battle we just witnessed has alerted the centaur tribe, and I don't want to have any unnecessary arguments with them in the middle of the night."

Wes nodded slightly in agreement.

The two then returned to the principal's office together.

"Can we speak now, Principal?"

Wes sat in the chair opposite Dumbledore with a gloomy face.

"Hmm...where to begin?" Dumbledore stroked his long beard, speaking thoughtfully.

"How about we start with that senior who died 11 years ago?"

Wes stared intently at Dumbledore's expression, seemingly unwilling to miss any subtle change in his facial features.

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore, who had been stroking his beard, suddenly stopped.

His expression immediately turned serious. "Just what do you know?"

At this moment, Headmaster Dumbledore was like a lion fiercely defending its territory.

Although this lion is getting old, his unfathomable strength has not diminished with the passage of time; on the contrary, it has become even more shrewd and experienced.

"That's terrible, Principal."

Wes, on the contrary, remained calm and was not intimidated by Dumbledore's imposing presence.

"Are you threatening me, Principal?"

Dumbledore quickly reverted to his usual amiable demeanor, smiling as he said, "How could that be? I'm just a little nervous."

Wes knew perfectly well that Dumbledore's words were just a casual remark, and he wouldn't believe them at all.

However, he knew he was not Dumbledore's enemy, and he even hoped to gain some benefits from Dumbledore, such as more advanced magical knowledge...

Thinking of this, Wes also revealed part of the truth.

All I know is that my senior seems to have been searching for the magic stone with all his might.

"The Philosopher's Stone... Hahaha... Of course it's the Philosopher's Stone, what else could it be for?" Then, changing the subject, "But Wes, your strength also amazes me. To this day, no one has been able to escape unscathed from his clutches."

"It's nothing serious, he's extremely weak right now."

Weiss spoke calmly, saying it was nothing to be surprised about.

Even so, many people don't even have the courage to make a move in front of him...

Dumbledore spared no praise, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere.

Wes impatiently raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Headmaster, even if you praise me as if I were Merlin reincarnated, it cannot cover up your mistake in this matter."

"Yes...yes...let me think about how to make it up to you..."

Dumbledore frowned, as if deep in thought.

Seeing that Dumbledore was still pretending to be confused, Wes simply stated his request directly: "I want the Philosopher's Stone."

"Impossible." Dumbledore refused without hesitation, leaving no room for negotiation.

"While the Philosopher's Stone is incredibly magical, its side effects are also extremely terrifying... Wes, you are still young, there are many things you haven't experienced yet, and you can't understand the dangers involved..."

Dumbledore went on and on, trying to persuade Wes to abandon this unrealistic idea.

"Then what about Nicolas Flamel's Alchemy Notebook? It must be in your hands. As Nicolas Flamel's only close friend, he would surely entrust you with the safekeeping of his life's insights."

Wes knew very well that Dumbledore would never easily hand over the Philosopher's Stone to him; his request for the Philosopher's Stone was merely a test.

"You're too greedy, Wes. That's a precious alchemy manual that everyone dreams of."

Dumbledore stared wide-eyed at Wes in astonishment.

"I just rescued two students and a unicorn from the clutches of Voldemort, whom everyone fears!!"

Wes became emotional, and his voice unconsciously rose.

"No..." Dumbledore shook his head repeatedly.

"One of these students is the savior of the British wizarding world!!"

Weiss raised his voice again, his words becoming increasingly harsh.

"If people knew Voldemort was still alive, you should know how much panic that would cause, Headmaster Dumbledore!!" Wes's voice clearly carried a hint of threat.

Dumbledore was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his face, his expression extremely unpleasant.

But Wes knew in his heart that this was just a pose the old man was putting on.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Principal, I've solved a huge problem for you."

Wes crossed his arms and looked at Dumbledore with unwavering eyes.

Wes continued, "Don't tell me you didn't know that Voldemort was parasitizing Professor Quirrell, trying to use the power of the Philosopher's Stone to resurrect himself."

"You noticed it a long time ago." Dumbledore stared sharply at Wes.

Of course, Wes couldn't say that he knew these things because he had read Harry Potter.

He could only casually remark, "Quirok's disguise is so clumsy that it can only fool those naive students."

Dumbledore sighed helplessly and said, "You've convinced me, Wes."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the box behind him, carefully taking out a huge book.

This book is protected by a complex and sophisticated mechanism.

Dumbledore whispered a spell, and the mechanism was activated.

He gently stroked the book cover and said with emotion, "Nick entrusted this book to me along with the Philosopher's Stone, and then took his wife to make his final arrangements. I guess this is the last time we'll ever see each other."

Weiss showed no interest in the story between the two men; his gaze was completely captivated by Nicolas Flamel's alchemy notebooks.

This is the culmination of a 600-year-old alchemist's life's work.

Under Wes's incredulous gaze, Dumbledore carefully placed the notebook back into the box and turned off the mechanism.

Then, he took a thick stack of books from the bookshelf next to him and placed them on his desk.

Weston looked completely bewildered and at a loss for what to do.

"These are alchemy notes that Nico and I carefully compiled together," Dumbledore said slowly, noticing Wes's confusion.

Weiss quickly picked up a book and began to read it. He found that it contained detailed records of Nicolas Flamel's alchemy experiments and insights.

"What are these?" Wes asked in surprise.

"That's right, organizing these notes took us a lot of time and effort, but thankfully Nico's memory hasn't deteriorated."

Dumbledore explained with a smile.

"So you were prepared all along," Wes said, suddenly realizing.

"No, that's not it," Dumbledore said with a sly smile. "Nick has long had the idea of ​​passing on his alchemy skills."

"Several outstanding alchemists in France have already gained Nick's approval and successfully obtained the Alchemy Notebook, but this matter has not been made public."

"Nick has asked me to find some outstanding alchemists in the British magical community."

After hearing this, Wes had a look on his face that said, "I don't know whether to laugh or cry."

"What are you waiting for? These books are all yours now." As they spoke, Dumbledore had already leisurely sat back down in his chair.

"You're really cunning, Headmaster," Wes said helplessly.

"You too, Mr. Irwin," Dumbledore replied with a smile.

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(End of this chapter)