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The natural beauty of the seaside, marshes and forests is world-class, and the old city, combined with the mild weather, makes Devon a popular tourist destination.

The tranquil and warm atmosphere appealed to Casto, who wanted to travel around the British Isles. But he was disappointed that he didn't have time to visit those places of interest right now.

Dumbledore took him directly to a forest, a much-criticized mode of transportation that Casto couldn't even enjoy the sights of the journey.

Moreover, his body did not fully recover. It's like being squeezed into a thick rubber tube, and some weak bodies are squeezed everywhere, and it is difficult to breathe.

Finally, he was squeezed out.

"Who invented this method of squeezing toothpaste?" Casto steadied himself on the grass, "Has he considered how toothpaste feels?"

But Dumbledore just smiled. He seemed to be in a hurry more than Casto, and took the boy straight into the twilight forest.

Casto felt like he was walking in silence, for there was not even the sound of insects in the forest. Ten minutes later, a lake appeared in front of me. There is a small wooden house on the shore of a silent lake, which looks like no one has lived in it for a long time.

The door of the hut was closed and covered with moss. The windows fell down.

He felt that something was wrong.

"It's morning?" Castor's gaze looked beyond the hut to the rising sun in the distance.

"Time here is a bit chaotic, a consequence of his experimentation with some time-turners," Dumbledore explained, leading him to the room, "but the 12-hour delay gave him plenty of time to react - he didn't like to be disturbed, but someone always came to him." At this point, he can set up his masterpiece and entertain them to his heart's content. ”

There was a deep look of nostalgia on Dumbledore's face.

Castor nodded, glanced in as he passed the window, and there was nothing.

Dumbledore then opened the wooden door and let a confused Casto enter.

"You're still not familiar with the wonders of magic." He followed him into the cabin.

Casto had a strange feeling.

The cabin was empty and dead, but it was brought back to life by the two of them.

It's like sticking a key into a lock. The lock was opened, freeing out what was behind the door.

He suddenly felt a strong wave of mana, and it was in the room, and it calmed down for a moment.

"Alright."

Dumbledore pushed the door open again, and Casto reluctantly followed him out of the cabin.

But when the old man walked out the door, he turned and smiled behind Casto.

"See you again, Albus," an old voice came from behind Casto. He turned his head in shock and saw a thin old man standing in the cabin.

This dilapidated log cabin has been transformed into a two-storey wooden cottage.

He stood behind the door, very short, with a round, rimless cloth hat and a beard as thick as Hagrid's, which Casto had seen on Harry's birthday, but it was pure white.

Nicol. Lemay stared at Casto with a fiery gaze.

"Please come in." He beckoned to both of them, "My last guest." ”

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Castor waited for almost two days.

It should now be the day after Christmas, in the evening.

These two days Nicol. Lemay did not appear at all, as if he was not attracted to Casto at all, and did not bother to pay attention to him. Dumbledore was gone. Instead, it was his wife, Perenal, an equally thin but energetic lady, who warmly received Casto.

This is not very accurate, because a lot of the work is done by dolls - as if deliberately, they have a metallic sheen, they do not portray their faces, but they are generous and polite.

Castor had thought they were all programmed machines. However, he found that when the dolls were not working, they often got together to discuss philosophical issues.

In addition, Casto also sensed that the forest was not lifeless. The first day seemed to be an illusion, and he noticed the occasional trace of a soundbird and a unicorn in the forest.

"I'm going to die." Nicol. Lemay sat in the study, faced Casto, and said lightly.

This study is actually a warehouse. A clearing was cleared from the mountain of pages, and two small sofas and a wooden table were placed. Oil lamps float in the air with impunity, because lighting does not ignite anything.

"So what?" Castor asked cautiously, gathering his thoughts. He had already heard about the old man—the puppets loved their makers. After refining the Philosopher's Stone, the old man used the wealth obtained from alchemy for charity, built fourteen hospitals in Paris, and built and renovated churches until he lived in seclusion.

But now that he's dying, is the Philosopher's Stone missing?

Casto wasn't quite sure why Harry was looking for something about Nicol. Lemay's news, so at first there was some dissatisfaction.

But now, he still respects such people.

However, he and Dumbledore were good friends, and he couldn't make sure they were all the same....... Tease.

"I think Albus must have thought that I would take advantage of the last moment to analyze the locks on your body. In exchange, I'll teach you the basics, and 'treat' you well," said the old man in a tone that saw through everything, "I don't." ”

Casto felt that he was not good at picking up.

"I'm tired," his diminutive body leaned comfortably back on the couch, staring at the oil lamp levitating above them, "having lived for more than six hundred years, and sometimes instinctively wanted to find something interesting to do besides research." However, if you are really going to die, I think it is more interesting to explore the origin, even if it can never be understood. ”

He doesn't seem to shy away from his own death. Casto thought.

"Death is just another great adventure," he seemed to know Casto's thoughts, "don't be surprised, I'm a man who has lived for more than six hundred years, and you're just a ....... Eleven-year-olds. ”

"So, I'm not going to embarrass you like I did the first time I embarrass Albus, he'll probably be a little disappointed." Nicol. Lemay concluded, "Let's get started now, Casto. ”

"I have a doubt." Casto waited for him to finish before interrupting him, "Is my problem really important to you?" ”

Castor was a little uneasy, because the "exchange" in the old man's mouth did not require Casto to pay anything. For himself, he had learned that it was quite possible to find the key to unlock the seal - judging by the old man's words, Castor didn't even have to be "entertained".

His heart does not allow such an exchange.

"Do you understand the magic of names?"

Casto was stunned, he didn't know why the subject had been suddenly changed.

"I don't understand it at all."

"Let me give you a few examples." The old man began to explain patiently, but Castor saw that he shared the pride of his field of study as Mr. Ollivanders.

"Why does an owl find the right address just by knowing a person's name?"

"Why do some magical items, such as the Living Point Map, a map that displays the names of people to determine the location of a target, only work in a specific location, in a limited area?"

"Why did Voldemort, even if he hated his real name, keep the original spelling when recreating the name, and just change the order of the letters?"

"These examples illustrate how special the magic of names is. It seems to me that every person's name is inherently magical and difficult to change. The names were like stars in the night sky, some dim - like Muggles, some dazzling - like wizards. However, they are different and have different strengths, and the owl is like chasing the stars at night, and it can reach its destination accurately. So, it is also possible to send letters to Muggles. ”

"However, Albus tells me that your name has been completely obscured, and that no letter of connection or book of access can be found—they are Hogwarts' student selection body, two extremely powerful magical objects that have existed since the founding of the school—and that no change in the starry sky can escape their eyes under their senses. For example, the newly awakened little wizards, their corresponding stars will shine. ”

"If it's just that the magic is sealed, they can't even sense your presence."

"Not so long ago, you were neither a wizard nor a Muggle. You don't exist, is it possible?. ”

"So, it's a seal that has never been done before—and it's very subtle, because it's a lock that overlaps each other."

"Of course, the more subtle the thing, the deeper the alchemy principle involved - alchemy is not just alchemy, it is a whole system. Finding the key means parsing its flaws. When it's perfect, nature doesn't hold you back. ”

"That's why I, an alchemist, feel you're worth studying."

Nicol. Lemay summoned a glass of water and drank it slowly, looking at Casto, who was trying to understand the words, and slowly showed an expression of "what hatred and grudges do I have".

Some secrets contain good intentions, but they are difficult to understand.

But it will be understood in the end, one day.