Chapter 278

Flamel looked at him for a while longer and smiled. "You are really a special young man. You are ambitious, but you don't want to hide yourself. You want to use the most direct method to break the situation. You are impatient, urgent, but also appear sincere. Perenelle would really like you. It's a pity..."

"If I refuse your request, you will still use some methods to achieve your goal. In terms of being unscrupulous, you might be very similar to this one beside you—oh, I mean his master, but what makes you different from him is that you will also use polite and relatively gentle means to test. You crave for others to understand you, agree with you, and then support your actions."

"You are different from Dumbledore, and also different from Voldemort..." Flamel looked at him. "You are like an intermediate value, or you possess some of their characteristics."

"It's hard for me to say which is better or worse, but unexpectedly, I don't dislike young people like you."

Even, Flamel felt that he was somewhat similar to himself, perhaps this similarity was even more than that between him and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was more introverted and self-disciplined, but Murphy was more like him, able to face his desires more frankly.

"So you agree?" Murphy asked.

"I am actually very difficult to refuse, right?" Flamel said. "From just now, I could feel a power of the soul accumulating. Perhaps when I refuse you, it will invade my soul and control my will."

"Your feeling is very keen." Murphy said, but did not withdraw the probing of the Soul Seed.

Nicolas Flamel's spirit was probably the strangest Murphy had ever seen. It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but that seemingly liquid surface was as dense as steel, making it difficult for the Soul Seed to break through.

Worthy of being someone who had lived for more than six hundred years.

If nothing else, his soul really almost couldn't find any loopholes to drill into.

It would probably be very difficult to succeed in using mental and spiritual magic on such a person.

However, he was not without a way. Rudely using Muggle drugs plus Imperius Curse, Command Charm, etc., might not be unable to complete brainwashing.

"But, the Sorcerer's Stone is now with Dumbledore." Flamel said. "I can't persuade Dumbledore to hand it to you."

"You just need to give me the right to legally inherit it." Murphy said. "As for other things, I will handle them myself."

"You seem very dissatisfied with Dumbledore?" Flamel asked.

"Ah, there is some..." Murphy sighed. "In short, it can be considered a dispute of ideas. I respect his morality, but I don't like his way of doing things. Sometimes, I feel that he is the one living in the past, and even looks older than you."

"Dumbledore... he carries too much..." Flamel said. "Some things you can't imagine now, things that can only be seen when standing in his position..."

"But perhaps, it is time to leave the era to the young people. Perhaps making some changes is not bad. Perhaps we are just too timid."

After speaking, Flamel took out a parchment scroll and wrote a will on it: "I, Nicolas Flamel, hand over all the research materials, achievements, utensils, and products related to alchemy that I possess to my disciple—Murphy Darkholm to inherit. Including the Sorcerer's Stone and its products—the Immortality Potion."

Finally, he pressed his fingerprint on the parchment and found a special seal to stamp on it.

"I will send a letter to both the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts to prove the authenticity of this will." Flamel said. "Are you satisfied now? Young man?"

Murphy looked at the will. "Disciple?"

"Sorry, I didn't get your consent, but since you inherited my knowledge, you can be considered my disciple, right? This can also make the will appear more credible. Of course, if you are not willing, we can still modify it."

Murphy frowned. "Not unwilling, but in this way, I feel I can't just take this gift."

Murphy said, taking out an injection from his arms. "This is an anti-aging potion I developed, which can perform cell repair. Although I don't know if it is still useful to you, at this moment, trying it probably won't do any harm. If you want to restore some vitality to finish the last things, you can try."

Flamel looked at the injection. "What a tempting gift. If it were before, I might have been very difficult to refuse this gift. Aging makes people look indecent, making us look like greedy ghosts who cling to life."

"But now, I dare not use it."

"I'm afraid that after I experience the vitality of life again, I will fear death."

He said, glancing at his wife on the bed. "And death is something we have agreed upon. I don't want to let Perenelle wait too long."

Murphy frowned and took back the injection.

This was the second time his injection had been refused.

The previous one was to Granny Yaga.

Clearly, compared to those younger people, they were the ones who needed these injections the most.

But his goal had been achieved, and it was even simpler than he expected. With this will, he was the legal heir of the Sorcerer's Stone. Dumbledore, you are just a custodian, can you still occupy it and not give it?

"Murphy, can you please help me get the second bottle of potion on the third floor of the cabinet outside?" Flamel suddenly asked.

Murphy followed his words and took out a black bottle from that cabinet and handed it to Flamel. "This looks like Draught of Living Death?"

"Correct, potent Draught of Living Death." Flamel said. "Sometimes we need a little potion to be able to fall asleep."

"Murphy, as my disciple, can you help me handle the aftermath?"

Murphy looked at Flamel's expression and understood in an instant. He sighed. "I can."

"Rest assured, I will drink this bottle of potion after confirming the will with both the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts." Flamel said.

Potent Draught of Living Death, if you drink too much at once, it will directly cause the brain to die in sleep.

This can also be considered the least painful way to die.

Murphy nodded. "Then, I wish you a pleasant journey, Teacher."

After speaking, Murphy left Flamel's room, leaving the remaining time to him.

There was no sadness in his heart. After all, the so-called teacher-student relationship was actually just an exchange, a temporary title. He hadn't paid anything, and he didn't have any feelings for Nicolas Flamel. Even he had some doubts in his heart, not quite understanding why Flamel would cooperate so much.

He talked to Dumbledore last time, and the other party refused him.

Murphy actually didn't think about persuading Flamel directly through mouth-talk at first. His conversation with Flamel was actually a way to let Flamel relax his vigilance and lower his mental defense, so that he could finally control him with magic.

Could it be because Perenelle's death really made him not care about these anymore?

Or did he feel that refusing was useless, so he just cooperated?

Or... he saw another possibility in himself?

Perhaps, Flamel was different from Dumbledore after all? Someone who lived with the Sorcerer's Stone?

However, no matter what, having obtained this will, the next things could also be executed.

He walked out of Nicolas Flamel's hut, Apparated back to the Three Broomsticks with Quirrell, and then connected his mind to a lightning crow at Malfoy Manor.

That crow flew to Lucius's bedside and called him awake from his sleep with a caw. "Malfoy, get up, get ready, the School Governor hearing is going to be held in another place."

(End of chapter)