Chapter 300

Felix opened his eyes as if he is in a different world. He looked at the old man on the bed, took a sneakoscope out of his pocket, and put it in his hand.

The sneakoscope began to spin in a circular motion, and a piece of crisp, pleasant music sounded.

“Is this – a sneakoscope?” Nicolas asked in a soft tone, “Anti-what?”

The two had explored the issue, and he knew that Felix had found seven types of sneakoscope production methods from the ancient books, and also changed it into a runic creation, and he also made a lot of suggestions.

“It’s just a prank, it senses a person’s body heat and rings when the grip is loosened.”

The old man laughed: “If you don’t tell me, I may have to think about it for a while.” He thought quietly for a moment, then reached out his hand and grasped the sneakoscope, and his voice paused.

“Albus … call Albus for me.”

Felix waved his wand, a silver light disappeared, and soon, Dumbledore appeared at the entrance, he quickly came to the bedside, slightly leaned down to examine Nicolas Flamel, it looked like he is intact, Dumbledore got visibly relieved.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, you didn’t think I was going to do something, did you?” Felix said with an odd look on his face, he looked right at the edge and saw clearly that there is no communication between the two, purely because Dumbledore was worried about Nicolas Flamel’s well-being.

“You’re overthinking it, Felix.” Dumbledore said with a smile as he straightened up.

Nicolas Flamel clutched the sneakoscope with one hand with a death grip, and he said in a trembling voice: “A, Albus – please bear witness that everything I have, belongs – belongs to Felix Hap.”

Dumbledore said in a deep voice: “I will respect your will, Nick.”

“Faye, Felix–” The old man’s eyes turned to Felix, struggling to keep his eyes open and look at the blurred shadow through a layer of white haze.

“I’m here, Nicolas.” Felix said.

A golden key floated and flew toward him, as he spread his palm to allow it to fall into his hand, which still had the residual warmth of the old man’s body on it.

“I hope — you don’t blame — the frustrations of your childhood — it’s not necessarily — it’s, it’s a bad thing, I believe, I believe you — ahem!” Nicolas Flamel coughed violently, his eyes bulging out as he gasped and continued, “Believe that you will become — a legend in this new age –”

Dumbledore glanced at Felix with shock, what had happened in the last half hour prior, and how did his old friend suddenly acknowledge him? A legend … Dumbledore can clearly detect the strong expectations contained in this evaluation.

Felix did not evade Dumbledore’s probing eyes, he looked at Nicolas Flamel with some trance, the old man finished his sentence, gasping softly, reciting his wife’s name: “Perenelle…”

Half an hour later, the sneakoscope in his hand suddenly rang, the sound of melodious music echoed in the house.

The key in Felix’s hand bloomed with light, and at this moment he became the owner of this safe house, while at the same time a series of hidden addresses flowed in his mind.

…

Half an hour later, Felix and Dumbledore stood in front of a tombstone, at the request of Nicolas Flamel, he is buried together with his wife Perenelle, an aviary, not far from the first residence of Nicolas and his wife after they graduated from Beauxbatons School.

The two then stood in silence for a while, and Dumbledore cast a ward to hide this piece of land from the public. Felix reached out his fingers and touched gently, the air in front of him rippled like water.

The two wandered along the path –

“Need to talk, Felix?” Dumbledore asked gently.

“I’m not that fragile.” Felix muttered, disgruntled, “You might as well spend your time looking for Voldemort’s Horcruxes.”

Dumbledore showed a smile: “Ah, it is true that recently I have been distracted by some trivial matters, and Tom’s life is really rich, and he has been in contact with a considerable number of people, but -” he winked mischievously, “I still found a useful clue.”

“About the third Horcrux?”

“I guess so, and perhaps the secret of a fourth Horcrux. I made an appointment with a poor house-elf, but she’s in bad shape and I have to hurry …”

Felix nodded, he pondered for a moment and couldn’t help but ask: “How strong is Voldemort, are you unable to deal with him as well, just because of the Horcrux’s unkillable nature?”

“There is this reason, but in addition to the Horcrux, he himself is also a master of dark magic, not to mention, he disappeared during those years, doing all kinds of experiments on himself.” Dumbledore said calmly, “In his own words: he pushed magic to an extreme that had never been seen before.”

“That sounds a bit arrogant.”

“Indeed, but I have to admit that there is some truth to his words.” Dumbledore said, “That above statement could be changed to, he advanced certain magic to an unprecedented degree. And others–”

“Very shallow?”

“That’s right, with all due respect … is pathetically inept.”

Felix thought for a moment and said tentatively, “Lady Rowena Ravenclaw once said that she and the other three founders already counted as magical beings.”

“Is that so?” Dumbledore said, no surprise evident in his tone.

“Felix, I am not in a position to give you much useful insight; when I was younger, I did, for a not so short time, think I was an omnipotent … magical being? That’s a too modest statement, and I was too arrogant at the time.”

“So–” Felix held his breath, “you did go into a fantastic state?”

Dumbledore smiled faintly, “I can demonstrate it a little, of course, just a demonstration.”

” What do I have to do?”

“Cast a spell at me, well, not too powerful, I need to remind you that the person standing in front of you is a hundred years old.”

Felix felt a little excited, this would be his first chance to experience the magical attainments of Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard, he took a few steps back, straightened his body, thought about it in his mind, and cautiously threw out a level three stunning spell.

He looked at Dumbledore with an expectant gaze, how is Dumbledore going to demonstrate the other realm of magic?

“Ding!”

Red light like a meteor swiftly flew towards the other side, Dumbledore dexterously extended his right hand, curled his fingers, and flicked the spell away, like flicking away a fly or something.

He then nodded politely: “Thank you for being considerate of my old age, according to your standards, this should be a level three magic spell? If it’s any stronger, I might have to make a fool of myself.”

Felix looked at Dumbledore in amazement, he himself can also resist a few powerful stunning spells, but he is keenly aware of the difference between the two: his method is actually the same as the Ministry of Magic Auror, resistance to specific spells, while Dumbledore did something much more magical.

He had a feeling – what stood before him resembled a magical creature in Dumbledore’s skin, like a Manticore, a magical creature whose skin, as far as he knew, repelled almost all known spells.

“Headmaster Dumbledore, you-”

“Not as magical as you think, I’m old and barely left with a few tricks that count as magical. I have no doubt – as Nick thinks – that you will go farther than me in the future.”

Felix knew that those words signalled the end of the conversation, and he could only memorize the image of what had just happened and ponder it when he had time.

“Are you going back to school, Headmaster Dumbledore?”

“I still need to take care of a few things.”

The two parted ways on a hill covered with pale yellow wildflowers, as Felix draped in the sunset haze, walked from the edge of the forbidden forest toward the castle. As he approached the castle gates, he heard a rush of footsteps in front of him, but there is nothing in front of him.

“Oh, Professor, I finally found you!” Hermione suddenly appeared out of the air, panting, her hand holding a mercury-like cloak of invisibility.

Felix took his wand up into his sleeve, “What happened?”

“Sirius! You need to save Sirius, as well as Harry, Professor Lupin, and Snape,” Hermione said with a frightened expression and a shrill voice, “A large influx of Dementors … they’re blocking the sky!”

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