Chapter 275

Unable to get the Sorcerer's Stone, the only place to get the Immortality Potion now was Nicolas Flamel, and he had arranged for Rasim to start looking for Flamel's hiding place half a year ago.

"Master, we have found him." Rasim said. "We discovered that several owls would always fly to an empty mailbox in Devon, and later we sent people to watch there and finally discovered that it was Nicolas Flamel's hermitage."

"His original residence was invaded by unknown persons a year ago, and he moved to another village."

"Give me his address." Murphy said.

"Please wait a moment, I'll make a phone call to confirm."

Because wizards lacked long-distance communication means, even when they were performing such secret missions, the most convenient communication tool was still a Muggle telephone.

Before long, Rasim returned to the crow's vision, looking very urgent. "It's bad, Master, just now, Nicolas Flamel's residence was invaded, someone broke in!"

Devon.

When Murphy descended from the sky as lightning, an Auror was already waiting. He was holding a strange wand that looked like a directional antenna, which could emit high-frequency magic power broadcasts into the air; Murphy had used this thing to locate his position and land.

"Where is Nicolas Flamel's house?" Murphy asked as soon as he landed.

"It's that one in front." The Auror pointed to a simple residential house with a small garden.

"In order to keep watch, I live opposite Nicolas Flamel. Just now, Chief Rasim called and asked me to confirm the situation of Nicolas Flamel. I came to the window and looked, and happened to see a wizard Apparating. He broke the defensive magic outside Nicolas Flamel's residence and broke in. He should be a Black Wizard, and I immediately reported it to the Chief..."

Murphy didn't wait for him to finish and directly Apparated to the door of that house.

Sure enough, the door was open.

He drew his wand and pushed the door open.

This was a residential house that looked very normal, except that both the decoration style and the furnishings inside appeared very old.

The house was very quiet; the traces of magical battle that Murphy had expected did not appear. There were no explosions, no messy broken things, and even less bloodstains; it didn't even look like an invasion had occurred here.

Until he turned the corner and saw a white-haired old man kneeling on the ground.

And beside the old man lay an old woman with equally white hair.

"Nicolas Flamel?" Murphy asked aloud.

There was no response; if it weren't for the fact that Murphy's magic vision showed that this person was still emitting magic power fluctuations, he would have almost thought he was already dead.

"Mr. Flamel." Murphy called him again.

The kneeling old man seemed to have just reacted, turned his head, and looked at Murphy. "Who are you?"

"Murphy Darkholm." Murphy looked at the other party. "You were invaded here? Where is the intruder?"

"He has already left." Flamel said.

"Left?" Murphy frowned. "As far as I know, he should have come to snatch the Immortality Potion in your hand. Did he succeed?"

For someone to come here at this time, Murphy could only think of Voldemort.

He had lost the Sorcerer's Stone, and facing the same situation as Murphy, if he wanted to be resurrected, he could only find Flamel to get the Immortality Potion.

It was just that Murphy was very curious about where he got Flamel's address.

Nicolas Flamel's expression had a slight change. "Yes, that person took away the remaining Immortality Potion of Perenelle and me."

Murphy looked at the other party. "You should know who that is, right? You just handed the potion to him so easily?"

"I think I can probably guess... only he would be so urgently in need of the Immortality Potion, and only he would be so indifferent to life."

Murphy glanced at the other old woman lying on the ground, senile and decrepit. In his magic vision, she was like an object, constantly emitting magic radiation, but no longer had any fluctuations.

This was a corpse.

Voldemort had killed Perenelle.

"Where did he go?" Murphy asked.

"I don't know."

"Do you still have any Immortality Potion here?" Murphy asked again.

"No more, that was the last stock, he took it all."

No sadness could be seen on Nicolas Flamel's face, and his tone was extremely flat, as if he had no ripples about Perenelle's death.

"You look neither sad nor angry. Don't you care that Voldemort killed your wife?" Murphy asked.

"Perenelle and I had long been prepared to welcome death, but we did not expect it to come in this form." Nicolas Flamel said, no expression could be seen on his aged face. "However, since death has already arrived, nothing else is important."

"Don't you want revenge?"

Flamel shook his head.

"If I ransacked your house, wouldn't you be angry either?"

Flamel glanced at him. "I have already decided to leave with Perenelle. Once the funeral arrangements are made, you can use the things here as you please."

Very well.

This one had probably really lived enough.

Suddenly Murphy saw Nicolas Flamel's arm; there seemed to be a bit of blood there. "You are injured?"

Nicolas Flamel glanced at the wound. "He cut my arm before he left and took a bit of my blood."

Murphy understood and didn't waste any more words with him. In the next instant, he Apparated into mid-air and turned into lightning to leave.

Little Hangleton.

A bolt of lightning tore through the night sky, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.

Church graveyard.

A cauldron had been set up here again. A figure in a black robe kept throwing various medicinal materials into the cauldron. He was muttering something, took a thigh bone from a graveyard and threw it into the cauldron, then hardened his heart and chopped off his own left hand and threw it into the cauldron, and finally dripped a few drops of blood from a test tube.

The cauldron boiled, and a ghost-like thing drilled out from behind the black-robed figure, condensing into a pitch-black shadow in mid-air, causing the latter to let out a terrible scream.

The ghost drilled into the cauldron all at once, while the black-robed figure lay on the ground panting for a long while before standing up again, taking out a bottle of potion from the side and pouring it into the cauldron again.

"So that's how it is," suddenly a person walked out from behind a tombstone behind him. "First use the Resurrection Potion, then pour in the Immortality Potion, right?"

"Who?" Quirrell looked behind him in panic, but Murphy raised his wand, and a Petrificus Totalus spell froze him.

"The Resurrection Potion should be enough to build a physical body, so the Immortality Potion is used to add extra attributes? To make yourself live longer? Or to recover magic power to a greater extent?"

He came to the side of the cauldron. "Then what if other potions are added at this time? For example..."

As he said this, he took out several kinds of potions from his clothes and began to pour them in: Transformation Potion, Wolfsbane Potion, Dittany Promoting Factor, Bone Potion, Blood-Replenishing Potion, Magic Cleaning Agent, Swelling Solution...

Before he finished pouring, the liquid in the cauldron boiled violently, and the whole cauldron was trembling, as if it might explode at any moment.

Murphy hurriedly retreated, and as soon as he stepped back, with a bang, the cauldron exploded.

(End of chapter)