“…… The whole wizarding world thinks that my master has been missing for many years, and there are rumors that he is living in seclusion in your Britain. But in fact, he spends a lot of his time in the same place, and that is his laboratory. ”

At this point, it's already night. Maca and the old butler walked together in the dimly lit streets, and only the street lamps lit up at night to illuminate their progress.

In fact, Madame Maxim also wants to come together, but as the headmaster of Beauxbatons, she still has something to do at the moment, and it will probably take some time to come over.

Maca and the old butler walked side by side, and from time to time they would talk a few words, and what they said was naturally the destination of the night.

"Oh, I've heard that rumor......" Maca thought for a moment, "I remember, Dumbledore wanted to mention that Mr. Lemay had lived in Devon for some time?" ”

"Yes, it was a little while," said old Edward nodded, "but only for a year or two—when the Lord had visited Mr. Dumbledore, and the two of them had exchanged some ideas about magic together. ”

"Then ......," said Maca curiously, "sir, do you know why Mr. Nicol Lemay would suddenly want to give up eternal life?" As far as I know, he had made this decision before he lent the Philosopher's Stone to Professor Dumbledore. ”

And he died with his 658-year-old wife - although Maca didn't ask that, he still wanted to know this decision the most. Could it be that he really felt that it was boring to live too long, as other wizards had guessed?

"Oh, I don't know that," said old Edward, shaking his head, "I didn't understand much of the Lord's idea since I was young, let alone at my age. But I wonder if death is the way to go further in his alchemy research, right? ”

As we all know, Nicol Lemay was also a famous research maniac, who lived for 665 years, and spent most of his time immersed in research. Although he had donated a lot of infrastructure to the wizarding world and even the Muggle world in addition to his research, most of that was done by his wife, but in his name.

It is not known whether Nicol Lemay is the so-called "great good man", but anyway, his wife must be a big philanthropist, which is always true.

"Mr. McLean, this way-"

Passing through a junction, the old butler stretched out his hand and signaled that it was time for Maca to turn.

"Sir, just call me Maca," Maca said as she followed him into a fork in the road and waved her hand, "You know, I'm my age and you're a grandson, you don't have to be so polite to me." ”

But the old butler shook his head, and it was obvious that he still had some different insistence.

"I am the steward of the Lemay family, and I have been a steward for the rest of my life since the autonomic family rescued me in the desert of Egypt. And a butler should have the rules of a butler, and you don't have to worry too much about that, Mr. McLean......"

"Okay?" Maca shrugged her shoulders and didn't dwell on another salutation.

“…… Well, here we are! ”

After the two of them walked along a stone-paved path in a Muggle town for a short while, the old butler soon stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Maca found that it was still an old red-roofed brick house, with some large flower pots at the base of the wall near the roadside, and some lush plants living in it. The brickwork on the walls is uneven and covered with footprints left by the years.

Of course, this is certainly not as old as Nicol Lemay, and this house is estimated to be only ten or twenty years old.

In the midst of the town's residential area that stretches along the alleyways, this small house is so inconspicuous that no one would have imagined that it would be the home of a great alchemist.

"Monsieur Lemay has always lived here?" Maca asked casually, looking at the house.

"No," said the old butler, smiling, "this is actually where I live, but the only place where I can find the entrance to my master's laboratory is here—if I have to, I'm guarding the door for my master." ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a common key and unlocked the door, and walked in with some nostalgia.

"I haven't been back for a while since the death of the self-owner and the lady," said the old butler as he beckoned Maca to the door, "and it's strange to think that the master and the lady have gone one step ahead of me...... If I had been a few years ago, I wouldn't have believed it. ”

It can be seen that what he misses is not the memories of his own life here, but the years when his master, Mr. Nicol Lemay, was still there.

"The master would often suddenly say that he was going out, and then I had to stop what I was doing and pack my bags with him and get ready to go."

The old butler recounted his past with nostalgia, and his whole life revolved around Mr. Nicol Lemay. So much so that the things he most worth remembering are all related to his master.

"You don't know, the master never looks at the time when he does things, and there are many times when he wakes me up in the middle of the night. It's just that he is so old, and he is still full of energy, like a young man in his twenties and thirties! It's incredible to think about......"

Maca didn't know whether this kind of life was happiness or not, but looking at the old butler's expression and words, he felt a heartfelt peace from it.

Perhaps some people's lives don't need to be too grandiose, as long as they can live a stable life, it is usually enough.

The house where the old housekeeper lived, whether viewed from the outside or from the inside, actually did not have much space. In reality, it was just a normal house in a Muggle town. Following Edward through the living room and up the stairs, the ceiling on the second floor was a little low—it was a bedroom.

But old Edward did not stop here, but reached out and tugged at an old hemp rope that had hung down from the wall. With a soft click, a wooden plank from the ceiling was pulled open, and it was a trapdoor that led to the attic.

"Help me reach for it!" The old butler looked up and said, "I should have pulled the stairs down with a hook rod, but since you are here today, I can enjoy the preferential treatment of the elderly." ”

Maybe it was because Maca had mentioned her age before, and the old butler made a little joke by the way. But it is true, to say that this old butler is also very old, at least seventy or eighty years old.

Of course, the main thing is to be cautious, knowing that if you use a spell, you will risk being discovered. Tonight, they came hand in hand to avoid people's eyes and eyes, and naturally they didn't want others to know.

As mentioned earlier, the second floor of this house is relatively low, and the ceiling is almost within reach. After glancing at it, Maca just jumped lightly and grabbed the wooden ladder resting next to the trapdoor in the attic.

"Whoa—tom!"

The wooden ladder slides down the edge of the trapdoor and sits firmly between the floor and ceiling, so can you go up and see what is going on?

"Mr. McLean," the old butler spoke, "I still want a word from you before I go up - tell me that you will indeed help us to make my master's legacy known to the whole wizarding world, right?" ”

Hearing this, Maca nodded as a matter of course.

Tonight's action was negotiated in advance between him and Madame Maxim, and the old butler Edward was negotiated by Madame Maxim. In fact, there are so many people who covet this alchemical legacy, just by looking at how many people have gathered in Beauxbatons, you can see that sooner or later, this pool will be completely muddyed.

In this case, old Edward was the only one left to fulfill his master's wishes. Well, maybe you can count Madame Maxim, the headmistress who is all focused on education, but there seems to be no one else to trust.

However, Nicol Lemay's alchemical legacy is beyond the reach of these two men. Madame Maxim had already been here to see it, but it seemed that she couldn't even get through the door, let alone get the inheritance.

If you want to blame it, you can only blame Nicol Lemay, who is full of research, and does not seem to have used too many brains in the matter of distributing the inheritance, so he left a rather contradictory problem for the old butler.

In short, they needed a wizard with enough knowledge to hold the inheritance in their hands. Only by mastering itself can we talk about finding a reasonable way to distribute it in order to achieve the ultimate goal.

Originally, this task was supposed to fall on Dumbledore, but it was clear that he had already passed away. So, this responsible task ended up falling on Maca's head.

"I'm sorry, it's too important, I'm just trying to put myself at ease," the wrinkles on Old Edward's face gradually widened after hearing Makana's decisive answer, "Mr. McLean—please! ”

At the signal of the old butler, Maca nodded solemnly, and then took the lead in climbing the wooden ladder.

With the creaking and groaning of the old ladder, Maca quickly climbed into the attic on the top floor of the house. It was rather dim, and by the faint light coming in from under the trapdoor, he could see a few piles of debris.

He did not rush to look around, but turned back and stretched out his hand under the trapdoor, and took the old butler by the hand.

"It's really old......," said old Edward with a sigh, "Mr. McLean, there's an oil lamp on the pillar next to it, you can take it off first to make it a little brighter." ”