It wasn't until the last guest was sent off that Clark picked up a cup of coffee and beckoned Hermione to sit down in her chair leisurely.

It was as if he were the owner of the open-air café.

"Look, isn't there a place for this?"

Hermione was speechless at what he did, it turned out that the so-called "there will be a place" was to drive the other guests away.

"Hey!"

At this moment, a sigh sounded in Clark's ears, and the wizened old gentleman trembled, as if he would slander someone at any moment, and walked to sit down opposite Clark.

"We're all small businesses, and we don't make much money every day."

"If the famous alchemist Mr. Nicol Lemay cries poor, then there will never be a second poor man in the entire wizarding world."

"Nicol Lemay!"

Hermione listened to their conversation and let out a startled cry, almost jumping.

The little old man in front of him, who was so thin that he looked like a skeleton, turned out to be the famous legendary alchemist - Nicol Lemay!

He actually set up a stall selling coffee on the streets of France, are those wizards in the French wizarding world crazy?

Hermione couldn't believe it, but the old man smiled and said, "Hey, Dumbledore is really not a worry, but I've never seen anything like you." ”

Accompanied by Nicol Lemay's words, Clark instantly felt that the endless flow of people around him seemed to leave him at this moment.

No, those people didn't walk away, but the distance between them and Clark and the others was infinitely widening...... Pull ...... away

It's as if the open-air café they're staying in now has been cut out of the real world.

Clark gave the famous alchemist a deep look.

No mana fluctuations! No spellcasting spells! There was no waving of a wand either!

In an instant, a spatial magic was used, and there was no trace of fireworks when he moved his hands, with such strength, he was worthy of being an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.

Nicol Lemay noticed Clark's eyes and waved his hand indifferently.

"Don't worry, it's just a little trick, old man, I don't have the ability to release magic now, and I have to rely on this thing to even talk to you alone."

As he spoke, Nicol Lemay flipped his palm over, and Clarke immediately noticed the ruby ring on his right ring finger.

Philosopher's Stone!

Clark took out a crystal stone from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him, handing over the card he had just looked at.

"Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to pass this on to you."

Nicol Lemay took the card and glanced at the crystal, "Your name is Clark, isn't it, it's hard for you to run so far and bring me this useless thing." ”

His voice is very soft, and he speaks very slowly, and sometimes after finishing a sentence, he even has to rest for a long time, as if he will hang up at any moment.

"But when he borrowed it, I told him he didn't have to pay it back, so I'd better give it to you, my wife and me."

The old lady smiled at Clark and Hermione.

"We've taken care of things and are ready to face death with peace of mind."

His tone was very calm, and the horror of death came out of his mouth as if it were as ordinary as getting up early to go for a walk.

Clark heard a lot of similar words on the Internet in his previous life, such as "When I get old, I will choose to die alone", and "It's good to be single, and I don't want my husband to take care of me when I'm old, just euthanasia".

However, he knew that those were just a bunch of ignorant people talking in the virtual world, and when they were old, they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

But here in Nicol Lemay, Clark can hear that this great alchemist has really seen through death and looks down on everything.

Death was just another long journey for him.

"Then don't you plan to leave something for future generations before leaving?"

Clark didn't persuade him to live any longer, an old man who has lived for more than six hundred years, does he still need you, a teenager, to educate him.

So little by little, he began to confide in the true purpose of his trip.

But Nicol Lemay, who heard this, glanced at Clark.

"That's a good feeling, my things are all left in Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you can see it, I'll talk to that little girl in Olim and help you go through the school transfer procedures. Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry welcomes gifted children, and there are plenty of witches in this school, who are enthusiastic and unrestrained, and you won't be disappointed. ”

As he spoke, Nicol Lemay winked mischievously at Clark, and of course, Clark's arm under the table unsurprisingly took another "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" from Hermione.

Clarke shook his head with a smile, "You keep saying that, and you're not afraid that Headmaster Dumbledore will come to you for a theory." It's impossible to change schools, it's impossible to change schools in my life, Hogwarts feels like home to me, everyone in it is full of talents, and they speak well, I love it there. ”

Nicol Lemay gave him a disappointed look, "That's a pity, Dumbledore is too preoccupied, and he is not a scholar, I'm afraid he can't teach you more." ”

That's all you can say, Clark whispered in his heart. However, he also knows that the law is not passed on lightly, Nicol Lemay is a French wizard after all, if he really teaches what he has learned to a young foreign wizard, he is afraid that he will die peacefully.

But the Fa can't be passed on lightly, but it can still be communicated.

Clark recalled that part of the knowledge that belonged to the [Psychic Warlock] obtained from the fragments of the Godhead, and under the control of the mind, the psionic energy condensed into one after another strange runes that could not be seen, touched, or even did not exist at all in this world, and submerged into the transparent magic stone that was only an empty shell.

And with the gradual increase of those runes, words and words are combined with each other to form words, short sentences, long sentences, paragraphs, and finally densely packed into a spiritual chapter that looks like a beautiful flower pattern.

For the first time, Nicol Lemay became solemn, looking at the clear crystal in Clark's hand, and the sun shone on it, reflecting a rainbow of light. The stone seemed to have undergone some kind of inexplicable change, giving people the feeling of coming to life, but when you look closely, nothing has happened.

A spar alive?

If you look like an ordinary old wizard, you might think that you are old and dizzy. But as a former great alchemist, even if he has lost his magic power now, he is still keenly aware of the difference.

The means used by this young man in front of him are not magic!

Or rather, not any of the transcendent means known to him in his hundreds of years of experience.