The gray-haired old man walked straight towards the catacombs with one hand behind his back and a lantern in the other, followed by the blonde boy.

Roff came to attend Nicol Lemay's funeral, but he didn't expect to be able to follow him to the cemetery.

It's a wonderful feeling, like following the ghost of the "deceased" to perform an autopsy on the deceased...... It's full of fantasy.

The spiral staircase leading to the crypt curves in a wide, graceful arc that spirals down three floors to the lowest level.

The old man casually held the handle of the lantern and inserted it into the wall, and the light of the lantern suddenly lit up, illuminating the whole room.

It is an octagonal building, with columns carved with alchemical symbols, and richly decorated vaults, and a faint smell of incense in the air.

On the octagonal wall, there are deep niches, and in the first seven niches, seven identical golden coffins are placed.

The first six coffins are all inscribed with the time when the funeral was held, and only the seventh coffin has not yet been engraved with any words.

"This is the cemetery I prepared for myself, and I have already laid down in the coffin, so I am comfortable to sleep on." Nicol patted the golden coffin lightly and smiled:

"I'm not going to invite you to give it a try."

“……”

Suddenly remembering something, Rove took out a stone from his pocket that was almost completely discolored, and handed it to the old man.

Nicol took the Philosopher's Stone, and without even looking at it, threw it far away, eventually landing in a pool in the corner of the hall.

Nicol turned his head, and when he saw the young man looking up curiously, he couldn't help but smile and asked:

"Surprised by my attitude? Why did you throw away such a precious magic stone? ”

Rove nodded.

"Just check it out."

Rove walked slowly towards the pool, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock as he saw what was inside the pool.

The bottom of the pool was littered with stones, and at first glance it looked like the pebbles of an ordinary stream, but when Rove looked closely, it was all ......

Philosopher's Stone!

The most outrageous thing is that even the pool is made of magic stones.

This visual impact is no less than that of Loki seeing a drawer of Infinity Stones in the staff office of the Time Authority.

Rove squatted next to the pool, looked down at the pool, and said with some difficulty for a while: "These are all philosopher's stones?" ”

"To be exact, a magic stone that has run out of magic." Nicol walked over, reached into the pool, found a few stones, and handed them to the boy.

"To me, these stones are like batteries that have run out of power."

“……”

Voldemort hid in the back of Quirrell's head, worked for a year, and suffered so many beatings, just to steal a philosopher's stone and then boil the elixir to resurrect successfully.

What he regarded as a treasure and that he dreamed of stealing, piled up like garbage here Nicol, was as worthless as garbage......

How would Voldemort feel if he saw this?

"Is the Philosopher's Stone so useless?"

Rove scratched his head, he had always thought that a magic stone could be used for the rest of the world, but this pool of stones was full of stones, and it was consumed too quickly.

"If you just boil the elixir, a good quality magic stone can be used for a century."

Nicol leaned forward slightly, looked at the young man, and said with a smile:

"But prolonging life is only the most useless use of the Philosopher's Stone...... It's like if you have a hundred million, you won't just put it in a Muggle bank and eat interest, but you will spend it. ”

So Rove is not convinced, if he has 100 million, he will really be in the bank and wait for death by relying on interest...... Well, he didn't!

"Many of the alchemical items I make require Philosopher's Stones to power them, including this manor and the Magic Well you just saw."

Nicol waved his sleeve lightly and said:

"The consumption of magic power by these magic items is a huge amount, and the magic stones that could have been used for a century may run out of magic power in a few years.

Slowly, such a pool was formed. ”

"Is the Philosopher's Stone hard to make?" Rove curious.

"It's hard to look at people, it's like making a wand, it's easy for Ollivanders." Nicol said indifferently: "But for some wizards, even if they get the best materials, they can't make a wand that can be used. ”

Rove stopped talking.

Nicol seemed to see through his thoughts at a glance, smiled kindly, and said patiently, "Do you want to ask...... While many wizards can't make wands, there are plenty of wandmakers.

And in the world, there are obviously many alchemy masters, why am I the only one who can make magic stones? ”

Rove bowed his head slightly.

"This brings us to another matter...... "The old man winked at him, and lowered his voice slightly:

"The method of refining the Philosopher's Stone is only known to me, and the other alchemists don't know, so there is no way to refine it."

Rove pondered for a moment, weighed his words, and said slowly:

"Since you are the only one who can refine the Philosopher's Stone, why is the way the elixir is configured in the Potions book? It's not going to be you, is it? ”

"Not me." Nicol shook his head and said, "Rove, the Philosopher's Stone and the Elixir were not invented by me, they existed many years ago. ”

"But as I said, the Philosopher's Stone is a consumable, and one day it will exhaust its magic power and turn into an ordinary stone, and the key lies in the refining process...... It's long gone. ”

"Lost?"

"Yes, by the time I was born, there was only the way to make the elixir, but no wizard knew how to make the Philosopher's Stone."

Nicol said softly: "Later, I found the method of refining the Philosopher's Stone in an alchemy book, and I became the only alchemist who could make the Philosopher's Stone. ”

"Alchemy books?" Rove raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I graduated from Beauxbatons and worked as a bookseller specializing in collecting and reselling magic books, and one day I had a dream ......."

Speaking of this, the old man's voice suddenly became lower, his expression was in a trance, and he said softly:

"I dreamed of a sorcerer who called himself Abraham, and he told me in his dream that I would receive a book of alchemy, and that if I studied it diligently and understood it thoroughly, I would have unlimited wealth and longevity......"

Nicol's face was full of marvel and reminiscence.

"When I woke up, I didn't take it seriously, but one day, a wizard surnamed Peverell came and pawned a magic book, and he asked for a very high price, saying that it was an ancestral treasure."

"The book is not made of paper or sheepskin, like other books, but from delicate, smooth bark."

"I wanted to say no because I couldn't read the words in the book." Nicol suddenly smiled, "But I remembered that dream, and I ended up buying it." ”

And in that book...... It records the refining method of the Philosopher's Stone! ”

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