Pottel was a pupil of Nicolame seventy years ago.

His aptitude was among the best among his peers, and he studied very hard, and Nicol was very optimistic about his future achievements.

He began to study alchemy with Nicol at the age of 12, and at the age of 17 he was already famous, and when he was 25 years old, anyone who saw him would respectfully shout "Great Alchemist".

He felt that he had reached heights that most people would not be able to achieve in their lifetimes, so it was only natural that he began to study the making of the Philosopher's Stone, the jewel of the crown of alchemy.

Nicol was happy to see this, and let Potgale study it himself.

It was 1936 and the clouds of war hung over everyone's heads.

Whether it is the world of ordinary people or the world of magic, there is an undercurrent.

World War II is about to break out, and Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord of the wizarding world, is baring his fangs.

Death is no longer news, and everyone can die on the streets one day.

Nicol's home has also become deserted, and the young people who used to come here for academic discussions have gone their separate ways.

"Teacher, what exactly is death?"

One afternoon, Potger came to visit Nicol's house for the first time in a long time, which brought such a problem.

Nicol stroked his long gray hair and said, "For me, it should be eternal peace." ”

"After all, I've lived for a long time, and I don't have any regrets."

Pottergel frowned, "But what about after death?" Everything we had in life will be lost, and our bodies will decay and disappear. ”

"What's so bad about getting back into nature?" Nicol took a sip of the glass and said with a smile.

"If it's all the same after death, what's the point of us living?" Potger didn't look up.

"Maybe our bodies will all be gone, but what we leave to the world is very different." Nicol said earnestly.

"What we do while we are alive will leave a valuable legacy to our descendants. Maybe after I die, someone will build on my research. ”

"But by that time, we'll all be dead, and we won't know anything!" Potgeal said irritably.

"So what, we know these things are going to happen, do we have to see them with our own eyes?" Nicol frowned as well.

Potterall fell silent, that's what he thought.

Today, a wizard from the Grindelwald Army killed one of his friends in front of him.

The whole street exploded in an instant, and Potgel only had time to defend himself.

The smoke cleared and everyone was blown to ashes. Neither the Muggle nor his wizarding friends were gone.

It's like it never existed.

Pottergel was scared, he was terrified of death. Nicol's words did not comfort his heart.

People are dead, what's the use of talking about the future?

Fortunately, he had a choice. He can study the Philosopher's Stone to extend his lifespan.

There's a winner in front of you, isn't there? After more than 600 years of smiling and watching the changes, Nicol Lemay is still full of vitality today.

"Kid, I see what you mean." Nicol sighed, "But studying the Philosopher's Stone for the sake of longevity is doomed to fail." ”

"Lifespan is just a reward in the dark, just like a wizard with high mana will live longer."

"Don't put the cart before the horse, only by concentrating on improving the level of alchemy can you get the magic stone that belongs to you."

Potgale got up to take his leave, and no one saw him again.

To this day, at Nicolamet's funeral.

"Potter, I really didn't expect the rumors to be true." Dominic stepped out of the crowd and faced the unfathomable alchemist, "The current leader of the Immortals is really you. ”

"It's me." The old alchemist nodded, "I spent sixty years making the Philosopher's Stone, but I failed. ”

"I'm running out of time, so I'm going to take what the teacher already has."

There was an angry rebuke from the crowd who had come to mourn Nicol, and Potgel was expressionless, just snapping his fingers.

Someone suddenly erupted in the crowd, petrifying spells, and stun spells flying all over the sky.

Pottergel and the Imperius guests began to attack those around them, but with a wave of Dumbledore's wand, they were sprayed into the air by the sudden flow of water beneath their feet.

Dominic and the many Aurors each took action, and soon brought them all under control.

Potter's face remained calm: "Guess how many of my people are among the guests right now?" ”

At this moment, all the guests took out their wands and looked warily at the people they were not familiar with.

"Mr. Nicol is dead, what the hell do you want to do!" Dominic asked angrily.

"All I need is the Philosopher's Stone."

The two men brought Kano to Potgal's hand, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and pointed his wand at him with the other.

"The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"I don't believe it!" Potgarh replied firmly, "Within five minutes, if you can't get the Philosopher's Stone, I'll cast the Heart Drilling Spell on this kid!" ”

"If you can't get it out, I'll release one in the next minute."

There was a commotion in the crowd, and some middle-aged people stepped forward to replace Kano.

But that's what Pottergel wants, so how could he heed their plea?

"Dumbledore, you're the headmaster of this kid." He said it meaningfully.

"Nicol has really destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, but he left you a message." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked through his glasses at the master alchemist who had fallen into madness.

"What did he say?" Potgel asked eagerly.

"He said, 'I'm disappointed in you.'" Kano spoke, who was carrying it in his hand.

"Except for your weapons!" Behind Pottel, two of the Aurors' men in disguise cast disarming charms at the same time, striking Potgal.

A layer of white light flashed from his body, blocking the disarming spell, which was obviously some kind of alchemical defense device.

At this time, Kano's hand lit up with a silver brilliance, and with his powerful spell-breaking characteristics, he directly penetrated the weakened alchemy shield.

He snatched the wand from Pottergel's hand and crushed it, his other hand clenched into a fist and struck the old man in the face.

At the same time, all the plants around the cemetery rioted, and all the people brought by Potgel were tied up by the vines that burst up under their feet and buried in the ground, leaving only one head outside.

The plants here were all arranged by Kano, a druid, so how could there be no back-ups?

When Dumbledore greeted the guests just now, he had already checked everyone's minds with his powerful Dementor Mind.

He waved his wand at the same time, and the immortals who were still hidden among the guests were directly blown away and controlled.

Dominic gave the order on the spot, and the Aurors, who were already in place, simultaneously attacked all known Immortals strongholds, striving to uproot the organization in one fell swoop.

Potger trembled as he fell to the ground trying to pull something out of his arms, and Kano kicked him to break his bones.

"Don't bother, Great Alchemist." The silver magic on Kano began to pour into Potgel's old body, "Say goodbye to your magic. ”

Heavy and scorching xenomorphic magic poured into Pottgal's body, and the spell-breaking properties began to work from within his body.

The magic that has been cultivated for many years suddenly disappears like a cloud blown away by a strong wind, and no matter how much you search, it is difficult to find a single penny.

Pottergel howled in despair, and Kano directly removed his jaw.

"I know you're involved in those experiments, but I'm not going to kill you." Kano whispered.

"You also look down on ordinary people, do you?"

"Then you are an ordinary person, struggling to survive."

Kano smiled broadly at the terrified Potgeel.

"I wish you... Longevity. ”