Chapter 298： pray

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Felix was in a heavy mood. Although he and Nick Lemay only met once, they communicated many times through magical photos. To him, Nick was closer to a teacher.

"Wait a minute, Principal Dumbledore, I will bring something."

Paris France.

Felix revisited the old place, and under the guidance of Dumbledore, he came to a secluded street, separated by two streets, which was the Boothrace Hotel, the place where Muggle meetings were held during the summer vacation.

Here he met a group of energetic young people, their young faces are still vivid, student leader Yuria, captured but did not confide Matt, Byers, who values ​​friendship and family, is innocent and innocent. Bethni...

Dumbledore handed Felix a piece of paper with the words "7 Montmorency Street?" on it. When he thought of this address in his mind, a small white house suddenly appeared in the middle of two lawns. Drilled out of the air.

"Courageous Faithfulness Curse." This thought flashed through Felix's mind.

He glanced at the magnificent burning clouds in the sky and followed Dumbledore into the house. Inside is a medieval-style drawing room. On the table are various strange-shaped glass containers, candle holders, and copper globes. Several sofas are covered by white cloth sheets. The upper edge of the fireplace in the corner is smoked. black.

On the other side of the spiral staircase in the corner, there is an exquisite bookshelf filled with books. On the table opposite the bookshelf, a large crystal ball is placed, and the light is shining through the thick dust.

Under Dumbledore's guidance, he came to a bedroom on the second floor. A small wooden sign was hung on the brown door, which read: Nick and Perenal.

Pushing the door open, an old man lay quietly on the bed, his chest was motionless, his face was scary white, and when he got closer, he heard a shallow snoring sound.

"Nick," Dumbledore said softly, "Felix is ​​here."

After a long while, the old man opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with white clouds, and he said in a trembling voice, "Felix?"

"It's me, Nick, long time no see." Felix pretended to say lightly. The sight glass hidden in his pocket was held in his hand. This late Christmas gift may not be given out.

"Felix—I've been looking forward to—the day when I actually meet you," Nick tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyes were blurred. "However, something has been delayed—"

"Don't you have a Philosopher's Stone, how could it..."

"Destroyed, boy, I have lived for nearly 700 years, and death... is not a bad thing."

Nick Lemey tremblingly stretched out his hand from under the quilt, "Felik—Oh!" He cried out painfully.

Felix heard a clear click, and he was silent. Although the timing was wrong, he still wanted to laugh. He remembered the scene of Nick moving away when the two met for the first time. His fingers shook slightly, causing the quilt to move down suddenly.

"thanks--"

Nick opened his palm to reveal a golden key.

"I know I will die soon, but it doesn't matter-I have no children with Perenal. Before I die, I need to find someone to inherit my knowledge."

"Why me?" Felix asked. He focuses on magic texts, not alchemy, and Nick LeMay will not be clear.

"I hope this world is better, you are the most suitable candidate, and all aspects meet my requirements-this is the result of my careful consideration."

Felix was shocked, and Nick Lemay’s hundreds of years of research results, what a huge amount of knowledge this is, and the two roads can be said to be extremely compatible, and there is a natural connection.

"Did you think about it clearly?" He suppressed the joy in his heart and confirmed again, he subconsciously ignored the old man's opening words.

"Except for, except for a little worry-I have attached a condition for this -" Nick Lemay said, his cheeks sideways, facing the window, and the sound of cars passing by can be faintly heard.

Felix's expression became more cautious, and he knew it wouldn't be that simple. But he really didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. No matter how difficult the conditions set by Nick Lemay, he would do his best. Moreover, he didn't think that Nick would propose something he couldn't do.

So he said gently, "What do you need me to do, Nick?"

The old man gasped hard, his chest like an old bellows, Dumbledore said softly, "Nick, you—" But the old man shook his head, "Don't stop me, Albus."

"Felix, remember—remember what I said when we first met? Old people like—to embed themselves in a place in the world—to pursue a sense of security—"

His eyes suddenly widened, his face was completely bloodless, and he looked a bit like a ghost.

Felix's heart sank, he knew what Nick was going to say! Sure enough, the old man gasped for a while and said: "These hours, I have been getting to know you. The more I know, the more I am worried that you will go astray. So-ho, ahem! As long as-as long as you sign a contract, Everything about me is yours."

"An unbreakable oath?" Felix hid his face in the shadows, losing the warmth in his words.

The unbreakable oath is a kind of magic used by wizards to conclude oaths. It is extremely effective. Those who violate the oath have only one result-death. Felix had also signed magic contracts with people before, but compared with the unbreakable vows, the degree of restraint was far from being different.

In the former, he can still try to get rid of and transfer magic effects, but in the latter, he has nothing to do.

Nick gasped, did not speak, and completely acquiesced to Felix's guess. He just tried hard to lift the key in his hand, but he was a little weak.

"It's really hard for you to come up with such a way after you think it over." Felix said sarcastically.

"Me, cough!" Nick coughed violently.

"Sorry--"

"Don't rush to refuse! Felix—my conditions are not harsh, you can listen to—"

"I'm not at all interested."

Felix looked at Dumbledore, his eyes full of exploration: "So, you are here to be a witness?"

"No, Felix." Dumbledore said sadly. "I don't know what Nick thinks either." He looked at the old man and said in a deep voice, "Nick, we all know that this is not a good idea."

Nick did not refute, "I, I know, if I have time--I will observe him for decades, but Felix--I'm going to die--"

"This is your business," Felix stared at Nick LeMay with his light blue eyes, and he kept trying to hold up the golden key in his hand. "I'm here to give you a suggestion. You can find another person who is willing to sign a contract."

Nick seemed to be more energetic, and his words became fluent: "If and if you agree, you will inherit all my property, not just what you see-I have twelve safe houses and seven safe houses all over the world. The library contains my nearly seven hundred years of accumulation: alchemy, ancient magic texts, magic codex, ancient magic... I am still Busbarton’s school manager, as long as you agree, everything is yours..."

"Trust me, the conditions are not harsh." His eyes were full of hope.

Felix said coldly: "I'm not stupid. I have nothing to say except for rejection."

Nick fell into silence, the brilliance in his eyes faded, he suddenly struggled to sit up, leaning against the wall, this action made his body tremble constantly, "A—Albus, please—please leave temporarily ——" He gasped.

Dumbledore glanced over him and Felix, sighed and said, "Nick, you..." He turned and left.

There are only two people left in the bedroom.

Felix sat on the only chair with his right leg cocked, and the black wand dexterously turned in his hand. He said easily: "What do you want to do to let me watch you die? What are you now? I can't do it either."

Nick smiled: "This happens to be my advantage, I am dying, this is my advantage." He deliberately emphasized this.

Felix looked at him in surprise.

The old man said softly: "Your answer has not changed. I hate external constraints, so I have a backup plan." He stretched out his hand, and magic symbols appeared on the palm of his hand. These magic symbols condensed into a golden eye. .

"You know ancient magic?"

"Living for a long time has this benefit. It can be understood by analogy. In fact, I have never practiced..."

Felix asked cautiously: "What do you want?"

"From you? No, no, I just want to be a guest at your home..."

"--you are dreaming!"

"I'm dying, Felix," the old man reached out his hand and looked at him imploringly. "No one will tell your secret!"

"..."

In the silence, Felix seemed to be able to see the old man’s life passing little by little, hissing like a snake with every breath, he gritted his teeth and said: "Old thing, I will watch you die, I don’t want to die. Will not work!"

Nick LeMay laughed freely, his tone relieved with satisfaction: "You won't be disappointed."

Felix stood up, strode over to the bed, looked at the thin and pale hand carefully, and grasped it when it was about to fall.