Nicol Lemay has seen so many things in his life.

It's hard to imagine how erudite and intelligent an old wizard who has lived for more than six hundred years can be.

He was born in the 14th century, at the end of the Golden Age, and went through the extraordinary Silver Age, and saw the wizards take the upper hand, step by step into the Bronze Age.

It can be said that he has witnessed the evolution of the entire transcendent epic and is a well-informed old antique in the long river of history.

But even then, he didn't recognize the means Clark was showing today.

It was definitely not magic, the magic of chaos was disordered and violent, and casting spells without a wand would not be so easy.

That's definitely not a sacrificial divine technique, the ancient gods have long disappeared in the long river of history, they really disappeared, as if they were separated from this world in an instant, and the rest are just some pseudo-gods and evil gods who are barely breathing and hiding in the gutter.

Africa's totemic nature spirit? No, it's louder, not so quiet.

Dongying's Yin-Yang Technique? No, that thing is sinister.

Nicol Lemay had rummaged through his shrunken brain, and could not find a system of power that could match the methods used by this little guy.

Of course, this little guy's methods are still very young, but this does not prevent Nicol Lemay from seeing the essence through the phenomenon, which is a new type of activation spell that is different from today's magical transfiguration.

The magic Transfiguration commonly used by wizards is actually a very broad magical discipline, but in general there are only three categories, namely basic Transfiguration that turns one dead thing into another, intermediate Transfiguration that turns one dead thing into a living thing, and advanced Transfiguration that transforms one living creature into another.

In addition, activation spells like the activation rope spell used by Clark before, as well as Professor McGonagall's Magic Wizard Chess last semester, which animates a dead object and makes it active, also fall under the category of intermediate transfiguration.

But no matter how it changes, Transfiguration must follow the basic logic of magic, which is "distortion", even if it is all fake!

The transfiguration of wizards is more about distorting an object into what it looks like in their own minds.

What their impression of a living creature is, what the transformed object is, this is just a projection in the wizard's mind, once the wizard stops transmitting magic, then no matter what kind of transformation technique will fail.

Unless, they also have a small piece of Philosopher's Stone!

Nicol Lemay looked at the ruby ring on his hand, and then at the colorful crystal in his hand.

But that thing is different, the method used by the other party is more like giving a new soul to a dead thing, which will be a permanent change, and it will even involve the realm of the gods.

For alchemists, the pursuit of immortality and the creation of life have always been their two ultimate pursuits, even Nicol Lemay is no exception, and the famous Philosopher's Stone is the final product of his pursuit of these two goals.

But even if he refined the Philosopher's Stone, mastered the mystery of life force, and crossed the threshold of creating life with half a foot, he could only sigh in anticipation, because he could not create a new soul out of thin air.

Just like the Buddha in the Buddhist legend he had come into contact with, he "enlightened" and created the soul, which is indeed the realm of the gods.

But now he saw something, a twelve- or thirteen-year-old Hogwarts wizard was actually preparing to give a crystal a new soul in front of him!

Although the soul was still very weak, the kind of mental fluctuations that spread out were exactly the same as what he felt when he first studied the soul.

However, it seemed that because of his lack of mental strength, or because of his lack of skill, Clarke's rune outline became more and more difficult the further he went, and finally, in a mental sting, his hand shook, and a deranged mental rune was smashed into the blank Philosopher's Stone.

It was as if a foreign object had suddenly jammed into the tightly packed mechanical gears, and the crystal stone that shone with colorful light was completely extinguished after a flicker, and turned into a transparent blank magic stone again.

"It's a pity!"

Nicol Lemay looked at the scene in front of him and sighed, wishing that it was himself who was physically exhausted just now, but he was also faintly relieved in his heart.

That's right, a little kid, if he really rubs his soul out on the street, then where will he put the face of the great alchemist?

"You're in a hurry," Nicol Lemay judged, drawing on his vast experience, "you're not strong enough to do the job." ”

As he spoke, he put his fingers into the coffee cup in front of Clark, and the hot coffee gradually turned bright red like blood under the churning of his fingers.

"Try this, it will give you more energy."

Clark endured the stinging pain in his eyebrows, picked up the strange liquid, and poured it all down as soon as he tilted his head, not worrying at all about what the old man in front of him would do.

The red liquid looked like blood, but when you drank it in your mouth, it was sweet and sour, like vegetable juice made from a mixture of tomatoes and carrots.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, and a warm current started from his stomach and rushed to the top of his head, replenishing his brain and relieving his discomfort.

"Thank you."

Clark's face was a little better, but Nicol Lemay waved his hand, "Small things, it's not convenient to talk about these here, if you two little guys have nothing to do, you two might as well go to the old man's house and sit down." ”

With that, Nicol Lemay propped up the table with his hands and stood up slowly.

As he got up, the space around him that had been stretched out was like a scarf lifted from the center, and it instantly retracted, and Clark and the others returned to the bustling Champs-Élysées.

Who would refuse to chat with an alchemist who has lived for more than six hundred years?

Clark very obediently helped Nicol Lemay and his wife put away the mobile coffee stall, and took the initiative to push the cart to take them home.

A few people walked through the streets and alleys, and the bustling modern buildings around them gradually disappeared, replaced by some mediocre and old old buildings.

In some inconspicuous places, Clark even saw some ragged homeless people huddled in street corners and under the side ditch benches, and from time to time there were cool gypsy girls, forcibly pulling tourists who strayed into them, pestering them to buy their own tower keychains.

If you don't buy it, they'll be like wizards, waving their fingers and cursing you with evil voices.

And a gray-haired old couple like Nicol Lemay, with two young children, attracted a lot of malicious eyes.

However, when those ill-intentioned people met Clark's eyes, they were in a trance, and then subconsciously avoided them.

In this way, as they crossed several streets without danger, their eyes suddenly brightened.