42: Death Eaters and Teachers

42: Death Eaters and Teachers

Dragging the man into a corner, John securely tied him up.

He took the man's wand and tossed it aside before heading to Montmorency Street.

As he looked around, an old, historically significant house caught his eye.

It was surrounded by a beautiful flower garden, and people passing by seemed to ignore it entirely.

John thought for a moment and decided to take a closer look.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response. Just as he was contemplating whether to sneak in, the door suddenly opened.

A frail, elderly man with silver hair appeared. Upon seeing John, his face lit up with joy. "You finally came. Please, come in for a cup of tea. I believe the tea leaves are in the cupboard," the old man said, his voice trembling slightly as he opened the door to let John in. He mumbled to himself, seeming like an elderly man with a fading memory.

"Please wait a moment; I still need to find a book," he said.

John stepped inside and noticed the abundance of items around him.

The room was filled with various silver items, some resembling tweezers, others like silver chopsticks.

John took a seat, observing as a nearby teapot sprang to life. The lid of a tea canister opened, and tea leaves floated into the teapot.

The teapot's round body wobbled as clear water materialized inside it.

With a gentle shake, the teapot brewed a pot of fresh red tea.

John watched in amazement, noting the clear alchemical influence on the teapot.

Meanwhile, the elderly man was rummaging through various books, piling them on the floor or the table before stuffing them into a small handbag.

Despite the volume of books, the bag showed no signs of bulging—an evident use of the Undetectable Extension Charm.

After completing his task, the old man, looking satisfied, stood for a moment before approaching John.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. These things have been here so long that sometimes I forget where I've put them," he said.

He extended his hand to John. Seeing the man's frail appearance, John carefully touched his hand.

Despite his caution, the elderly man's hand, as delicate as an old cookie, caused him to yelp in pain.

John was startled, thinking he might have been too rough.

"It's alright," the old man said, noticing John's worried expression. "Hello, John Wick, I'm Nicolas Flamel."

John was taken aback; the Nicolas Flamel he had been eager to meet was right in front of him. Flamel appeared frail, as though his body was on the brink of breaking.

"John, you are the most talented student I have ever seen," said Nicolas Flamel.

He was leaving to spend his final days with his wife.

Teaching John had been gratifying and fulfilling for him.

"The exploration of the alchemical path will never cease. The Philosopher's Stone is not your end, but your beginning."

He had already taught John the method for creating the Philosopher's Stone. Standing on the shoulders of giants, John naturally saw further, and Nicolas Flamel's expectations for him grew even higher.

By the time John will become a new titan of alchemy, Nicolas Flamel will be long gone.

John embraced his teacher gently, filled with reluctance. However, Flamel was at peace, unafraid of death.

To him, death was like finally finding a place to lie down and rest after working for so long.

With Flamel's departure, John's journey in France came to an end.

John returned to Beauxbatons and retrieved his diary.

Fleur was reluctant to part with John, as he was one of her few friends.

"Fleur, we will meet again. Perhaps next time it won't be at Beauxbatons, but at Hogwarts," John said with a smile. He recalled that there was a storyline involving several schools competing in a tournament.

Beauxbatons was one of them.

It wasn't impossible for Fleur, as a Beauxbatons student, to make an appearance.

He handed a badge to Fleur.

Fleur said reluctantly: "Remember to write to me. Your owl is a little fat. Let it exercise more."

The despised Basil was innocently caught in the crossfire.

John naturally agreed straightforwardly. After the two said goodbye, John came to the hiding place and wandered around the square. He finally found the drunk who sold the portal.

After John left, the drunk was hung on the statue, and his wand was thrown into the stinky ditch.

"Heh, don't think I forgot about you!"

John was vindictive. After being cheated of three Galleons, John hung the drunk for three days.

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