The white-haired old man put one hand behind his back and held a lantern in the other, walking straight towards the catacombs, followed by the blond boy.
Rolf came to attend Nicol Flamel's funeral and never expected to follow him and visit the cemetery.
This is a very wonderful feeling, just like following the ghost of the "dead" to perform an autopsy on the deceased... full of fantasy.
The spiral staircase leading to the underground tomb is winding and curved in a wide and graceful arc, spiraling downward through three floors until reaching the bottom floor.
The old man casually inserted the lantern handle into the wall. The lantern's light suddenly brightened, illuminating the entire room.
This is an octagonal building, with columns carved with alchemical symbols and ornately decorated vaults. There is a faint smell of incense in the air.
On the octagonal wall, there are deep niches. In the first seven niches, there are seven identical golden coffins.
The first six coffins are all engraved with the time of the funeral, but only the seventh coffin has no words engraved on it.
"This is the cemetery I prepared for myself. I have already laid on the coffin and it is quite comfortable to sleep on." Nico patted the golden coffin gently and said with a smile:
"I won't invite you to give it a try."
"..."
Luofu suddenly remembered something. He took out an almost completely faded stone from his pocket and handed it to the old man.
Nico took the magic stone and threw it far away without even looking at it, eventually landing in a pool in the corner of the hall.
Nico turned his head and saw the young man raising his head curiously. He suppressed a smile and asked:
"You're surprised at my attitude? Why did you just throw away such a precious magic stone?"
Rolf nodded.
"You'll know just when you go and take a look."
Luofu walked slowly towards the pool. After he saw the scene in the pool clearly, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock.
The bottom of the pool was filled with stones. At first glance, they looked no different from the pebbles in ordinary streams and rivers. However, after taking a closer look, Luofu saw that they were all...
Magic stone!
The most outrageous thing is that even the pool is made of magic stones.
This visual impact is no less than when Loki saw a drawer of infinite gems in the staff office of the Time Administration.
Luo Fu squatted next to the pool, lowered his head to inspect the pool, and found it difficult to accept it for a moment: "Are these magic stones?"
"To be precise, it's a magic stone that has exhausted its magic power." Nico walked over, reached into the pool, took out a few stones, and handed them to the boy.
"To me, these stones are like batteries that are running out of power."
"..."
Voldemort hid in the back of Quirrell's head, worked hard for a year, and received so many beatings, just to steal a magic stone and brew the elixir of immortality to successfully resurrect him.
Things that he regarded as treasures and would never dream of stealing were piled up in Nico's place, as worthless as rubbish...
How would Voldemort feel if he saw this scene?
"Is the Philosopher's Stone so useless?"
Luofu scratched his head. He had always thought that a magic stone could be used forever, but a pond full of stones would be consumed too quickly.
"If you just brew the elixir of life, a good quality magic stone can last for a century."
Nico leaned forward slightly, looked at the young man, and said with a smile:
"But extending life is only the most useless use of the Philosopher's Stone... Just like if you have 100 million, you won't just put it in a Muggle bank to earn interest, but you will spend it."
So Luo Fe was dissatisfied. If he had 100 million, he would really have kept it in the bank and waited to die on the interest... Well, he didn't!
"Many of the alchemical items I make require magic stones to power them, including this manor and the magic well you just saw."
Nico waved his sleeves gently and said:
"These magic items consume a huge amount of magic power. A magic stone that can be used for a century may run out of magic power in a few years.
Slowly, such a pool was formed.”
"Is the magic stone difficult to make?" Rolf asked curiously.
"It's hard to look at people, just like making a wand. It's very simple for Ollivander." Nico said calmly: "But for some wizards, even if they get the best materials, they can't make a usable wand.
.”
Luo Fu was about to speak but stopped.
Nico seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, smiled warmly, and said patiently: "You want to ask... Although many wizards cannot make wands, there are still many wand makers.
And there are obviously many alchemy masters in the world, but why am I the only one who can make the magic stone?"
Luofu nodded lightly.
"This involves another issue..." The old man blinked at him and lowered his voice slightly:
"I am the only one who knows how to refine the magic stone. No other alchemist knows, so there is no way to refine it."
Luo Fu thought for a moment, carefully weighed his words and sentences, and said slowly:
"Since you are the only one who can refine the magic stone, why is the preparation method of the elixir recorded in the potions book? You can't be the one who spreads it, right?"
"It's not me." Nico shook his head and said, "Rolf, I didn't invent the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir of Immortality. They existed many years ago."
"But as I said, the magic stone is a consumable. One day it will exhaust its magic power and turn into an ordinary stone. The key lies in the refining process... which has been lost long ago."
"Lost?"
"Yes, by the time I was born, there were only methods for brewing the elixir of life, but no wizards knew how to make the magic stone."
Nico said softly: "Later, I found the method of refining the magic stone in an alchemy book, and I became the only alchemist who can make the magic stone."
"Alchemy book?" Luofu raised his eyebrows.
"Yes, I graduated from Beauxbatons and worked as a bookseller, specializing in collecting and reselling magic books. One day I had a dream..."
At this point, the old man's voice suddenly dropped, his expression was dazed, and he whispered:
"I dreamed of a wizard who called himself Abraham. He told me in my dream that I would receive an alchemical book. As long as I study hard and understand it thoroughly, I can gain infinite wealth and lifespan..."
Nico's weathered face was filled with an expression of amazement and reminiscence.
"When I woke up, I didn't take it seriously, but one day, a wizard named Peverell came to pawn a magic book. He demanded a high price, saying it was an ancestral treasure."
"The book is not made of paper or parchment like other books, but is made of fine and smooth bark."
"I wanted to refuse because I couldn't understand the words in the book." Nico suddenly smiled: "But I remembered that dream, and finally bought it out of nowhere."
"And that book... contains the method of refining the magic stone!"
