Chapter 117: The Dying
"And once I give up taking this potion made by converting the Philosopher's Stone, my body will age rapidly."
"Can't this curse be cured?" William didn't expect that behind eternal life would be such a price.
"In the beginning, I had the same idea as you. I rummaged through all the ancient books, looking around the world for any possible clues.
I was really naΓ―ve and mistakenly thought that I could do everything with alchemy. Lemay's face was full of remorse, and he seemed to be laughing at his naΓ―ve self at the time.
William could imagine that Lemay must have felt that with his knowledge, there would be nothing in the world that would stump him.
"However, I studied it for hundreds of years and finally gave up, and there is no way to lift this curse. It has been tightly bound to my body by the Philosopher's Stone, and the only way to do so is to give up using it.
But all my additional lifespan is given by it, and once I stop using it, it means that I have completely given up my life, and I can't do without this damn stone at all! Lemay's voice suddenly raised, and then she slumped back on the couch in despair.
"I can only endure every day in despair, frantically using Occlumency to numb myself. Pity my wife, she has to endure such torture because of my stupidity.
But she never complained, because she loved me so much, but I caused her to be like this, and I was really sorry for her.
Then, when I was about to end my life in despair, the Order found me. β
"The organization found you?"
"Yes, it was then that I realized that there were so many profound things hidden under the surface of the world. I don't know how they can restore my feelings for a short time.
That's why I agreed to join the organization, but at the cost of making philosopher's stones and other alchemical products for them. β
"I was very satisfied during that time, although that kind of means could only restore my feelings for a short time, but I was still extremely happy and very serious about working for the organization.
However, after using this method, I realized that something was not quite right.
At night, I had strange dreams, and at first I didn't think anything was wrong. But later, those dreams became more and more terrifying, a taboo that mortals could not imagine.
I often wake up from my dreams with a frightened face, but I can't remember anything but fear, do you understand the feeling?
Later, even during the day, I would suddenly fall into conjecture, as if a strange soul was subtly transforming me. β
If it weren't for Blake's protection, I would have slowly become like this.
William looked at Lemay, who looked a little crazy in front of him, his eyes were wide open, and his face was a little flushed from being too excited, and he thought to himself.
However, Lemay must have had similar protection by his side, right?
Didn't that old seal work?
"So, the sigil?" William asked tentatively.
"It didn't work! Nothing works! Wouldn't I know what the sigil does? William didn't mention it, but when he said it, the old man's tone seemed even more angry, and he lifted the corner of his robe with a trembling hand.
Only then did William notice that his body was already densely tattooed with the emblem, and his eyes were surrounded by pentagrams.
"See? I tattooed old marks all over my body to avoid that dream, but it didn't work at all. Because I've been noticed! It's because of this damn organization. β
"It was only then that I began to wonder about the organization's motives, but it was too late.
This hellish organization is definitely not easy to get along with, don't look at their generosity and give a lot, but what you have to give, will be far more than you can imagine.
You know what, William? They don't care about these changes in me at all, and they don't care whether I leave or not, and it is this cold attitude that is the most frightening. β
"Then how did you come up with the idea to talk to me about this?" William asked with some confusion why he had to tell himself these secrets because he and Lemay were not related to him.
"Because, I know your ancestors, we were very good friends when we were young, and he saved my life. I am very grateful to him, but I am also very guilty, this incident has been buried in my heart for many years.
So when I learned that his descendants had joined the organization, I wanted to help him in the last moments of my life. β
Is there such a thing?
Own ancestors? William couldn't believe it, he had also looked through the family history, and there was no record of this incident on it.
He has a good memory, and it's impossible to remember wrong.
This made him not believe Lemay's words for a while, for this organization, it may be because he has only been a member for a short time, and he has not officially come into contact with those secrets, so he really can't judge Lemay's words.
I just want to learn magic and live a leisurely life at Hogwarts for a few years!
How can there be so many things!
Thinking of this, William couldn't help but feel a little angry, he knew that the water in the Harry Potter world was so deep, why did he want to come here so long.
Now it's okay, and it's pulled into the dark vortex.
"You can also think of these words as the meaningless babbling of a dying man, and it's up to you how much you can listen to them."
As if sensing William's distrust, Lemay continued, his mood stabilizing again, and the flush on his face gradually faded.
"You can tell I'm dying, flying over that swamp the other day has drained all my energy, but I have to do it, or a little Hinkpunk will kill me.
I couldn't stand this crazy illusion anymore, so I stopped using the Philosopher's Stone, the only thing I could do, and voluntarily gave up my life.
I can feel my body weakening again in a visible way.
My wife, who had gone before me not long ago, was buried with my own hands. I should be leaving soon, I'll leave you something before then. β
"May I ask you a question first?"
"Say it."
"What did the organization do to get you back to feeling good?" William asked a question he had been thinking about since then, in the face of such a curse, did the organization have a way to solve it?
"Pray." Lemay paused, then continued.
"I can't tell you much, it's for your own good. Come on, come with me to the back, I don't have much time, it's up to you how much I can teach you, this is what you should be most concerned about now. β
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