William walked through the swamp. After passing through a dense forest, the scene suddenly opened up.

At the end of the woods is an open space, and in the middle of the clearing, there is a small two-story building.

There was no frills, the windows upstairs were closed, no lights were on, and no sound was coming out.

It doesn't seem like anyone lives here.

But beside the closed carved gate, two magic lamps stood quietly there, illuminating the gate.

From a distance, it inexplicably looks like a pair of eyes.

"Is it really here?" William looked at the map in his hand with some uncertainty.

How does it look like a haunted house in some ghost story?

"Meow~"

Blake yawned lazily, and his expression seemed to say to William, come in, don't grind.

It's all here, and you have to go in and have a look at everything.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and slowly leaned over, the light illuminating William's shadow very slender.

He had his wand in his hand, and the Philosopher's Stone in his other hand.

William walked over to the closed door and found a groove in the middle of the door, as if something had to be placed in order to open it.

It looked like it really was, and he gestured and saw that the stone in his hand could be inlaid into the door.

Thinking of this, he gently lowered the philosopher's stone into the groove. There was only a click in my ears, and the whole door seemed to come to life, slowly parting to the sides, along with the philosopher's stone.

Isn't it, disposable?

William looked at the Philosopher's Stone that had been split into two pieces with some pain, he hadn't figured out the principle of this yet!

He was a little reluctant to clasp the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone that was trapped in the groove.

Well, I really can't take it off.

Then, he looked at the darkness behind the door, and how it looked like a big mouth leading to the abyss.

And what about yourself? It's the victim who wanders towards the abyss in confusion and doesn't know it.

William walked inside with a fluorescent charm, the cold light source looking even colder in the darkness. He increased the output of his mana, illuminating the entire corridor, and the sides were empty and unadorned.

Can't this old man Lemay repair it properly? William glanced at his lips and continued walking inside.

Didn't he know that this new, freshly renovated, empty, spotless house would look weird?

Soon, William followed the corridor to the hall, which was very spacious, and by the light of the fluorescent spell, William could vaguely see a sofa in the center, and a figure sitting quietly on it.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Noticing William's presence, the figure waved his hand and spoke.

It sounded as if it hadn't drunk water in years, dry, hoarse, like a dying vine.

"Older people just like a quieter atmosphere, so don't mind too much if it scares you."

He smiled at William, then waved his hand, and several chandeliers suddenly grew around the room, illuminating the hall a little.

Yes, it just grows, and William noticed that the chandeliers seemed to be squeezed out of the walls. It's as if this room is a conscious living creature that can be changed according to the will of its owner.

What kind of magic is this?

He gazed curiously at the chandeliers, then shifted his gaze from the chandeliers around him to the figures on the couch, and then William couldn't help but gasp.

This looks too shabby!

He noticed through the brightened hall that the old man on the couch had an unbelievably old face.

His face was drooping, crisscrossed with deep wrinkles, and his skin was dull, like dead and shedding bark.

This made him laugh horrified, and made William take a big start.

Is this Nicol Lemay?

It's not the same as the picture on the chocolate frog, isn't it?

How did he get old like this?

"Scared by the way I looked? To be honest, I don't like it either. ”

The old man waved his hand, and a couch popped out of the ground, and he motioned for William to sit down.

William touched the sofa in front of him, the texture was very soft, and he didn't know what material it was made of, so he sat on the sofa with some restraint.

"So, you're Lemay? The greatest alchemist of modern times who invented the Philosopher's Stone? He first said to Lemay with a compliment.

"Yes, I'm Lemay, but I'm not great, I'm just a bad old man." The old man in front of him sighed, and his tone sounded a little lonely.

Come on, like Dumbledore, he's a bad old man, are all old men so good now?

"Moreover, I have only recreated the Philosopher's Stone, it was not invented by me, it is the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient wizards.

I'm just a learner, not to mention that this stone is not as beautiful as you think. ”

"Isn't it good that you pass this immortality?"

"Everything in the world has a price." After Lemay finished speaking, he looked at William with deep eyes,

"Alchemy, in particular, I used it to gain lifespan and lose a lot at the same time. Do you know how the Philosopher's Stone works, William? ”

"You say." William didn't want to achieve immortality through the Philosopher's Stone, but it was always good to hear about it.

"The Philosopher's Stone itself is really just a conversion device, and I use it to remove the curse contained in the unicorn's blood.

And the so-called elixir of life is actually just this kind of blood that has been expelled from the curse, plus some medicinal materials to maintain the vitality of the body, combined with a potion.

As for turning stones into gold, it's just a shhh, compared to immortality, this is really too low-level, and any alchemy master can easily do it. ”

So that's it!

What William didn't expect was that the so-called Philosopher's Stone, the so-called elixir, was actually such a principle.

"Then why are you still here?"

"It's still like this, isn't it?" Lemay interrupted William, and after seeing William nod, he grinned at William with an ugly smile.

"Because I found out I was wrong, I didn't get rid of that damn curse, and that curse was nowhere near as simple as I thought.

As I enjoyed this extra life, I gradually discovered the problem. I slowly realized that something was wrong with my body and I could no longer feel the world.

My sense of taste and smell was gradually deteriorating, and as time went on, I could no longer feel the taste of food.

Do you know what it's like? Lemay gave William a painful look.

"The delicacies are right in front of you, but you don't smell the food, and when you put them in your mouth, you don't feel anything.

By the end, I had even lost my touch and the breeze slapped on my face without any feeling.

I even put my hand into the fire in despair, and even though the flames were burning violently, I knew that I didn't feel any pain at all.

I don't feel anything but knowing that I'm still alive. Because I've been cursed. ”

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