Chapter 79

Hector escaped? Really?

Not really.

Aurora received Hector's call, flapped her wings, and successfully broke into Nico Flamel's safe house from the outer space.

Hector's trump card did work, Nico Flamel did not look like he was prepared, but this did not mean that Hector's plan was successful.

Nico Flamel knew about the existence of the phoenix from the beginning.

He had been in contact with the Dumbledore family for so long, and of course he knew that whenever a member of the Dumbledore family needed help, the phoenix would appear.

Knowing this fact, Nico Flamel had no reason not to take corresponding countermeasures against the characteristics of the phoenix's spatial movement.

In fact, he did so, which is why Aurora, who was with Hector, did not escape the trap set by Nico Flamel.

Nico Flamel had prepared for this day for too long.

He was alert to everything around him from the moment he learned about his identity as the so-called pioneer.

This day came much later than he thought.

Nicol Flamel spent the whole six hundred years in fear.

He knew that he was not the protagonist of this world, but just a pawn to help explore the way.

But Nicol Flamel was not willing to be a stepping stone for the protagonist.

He knew very well that if the future protagonist found him, he would never leave him a way out - there can only be one anomaly in the world.

To be fair, if he was the protagonist, he would also erase the existence of the pioneer.

Now, the plan for so many years has been carried out almost perfectly.

Hector has completely lost consciousness and is at the mercy of others because of his desperate resistance.

When Aurora found that she could not escape from the house, she charged Nicol Flamel for Hector without hesitation.

Nicol Flamel rubbed his eyes and easily resolved Aurora's attack - Aurora was reborn under the powerful magic attack, and returned to the state of a cub, completely losing the ability to resist.

It seemed that nothing could stop Nicolas Flamel's plan.

As long as he eliminated the unconscious boy lying on the floor, he would be the only anomaly in this world.

In this world, he was the only protagonist.

Nicolas Flamel seemed to have been drained of all his strength.

He staggered to pick up the chair that had fallen to the ground, and then sat down on it.

Six hundred years of timidity, six hundred years of repression, were solved so easily? This made Nicolas Flamel a little dazed.

To be honest, if he just wanted to deal with this kid, he wouldn't even need to wear the carefully developed armor.

The simplicity of the matter made Nicolas Flamel feel unreal.

He looked at Hector lying motionless on the ground and muttered to himself,

"In fact, I am still very curious about what you can say. For six hundred years, no one has ever understood what I am saying. No one has ever really understood me.

Nicolas Flamel waved his wand, and the golden cup that had rolled away returned to his hand. The golden cup was filled with tea of moderate temperature. Nicolas Flamel took a sip, trying to use the warm tea to control his body that was shaking due to excessive excitement.

"You don't know how I have survived all these years. For the first two hundred years, I was in a state of constant anxiety, and I have been trying every way to enhance my strength. This is all thanks to my talent. I know you must have it too, but I think my talent must be better than yours."

Nico Flamel was talking to Hector in a subtle voice. When he talked about talent, his tone was like a child showing off and comparing. Nico Flamel stood up from his chair and walked towards Hector.

"I got the golden talent the first time I drew it. I heard from that light ball that the probability of drawing the golden talent is not very high. I don’t know this thing either. It’s something you young people play with. My grandson mentioned it to me once or twice. That was in my last life.

Nicolas Flamel took another sip of tea, squinting his eyes and immersed in memories.

"My first talent is called"Absorbing What?" I haven't used it for a long time, so I can't remember it clearly, but it's probably that I can get a part of the magic power from other wizards, and then store it in the equipment for my use, so I have the Philosopher's Stone. This is why no one can create a second Philosopher's Stone. The Jewish Book of Abraham is just a cover. The formula of the Philosopher's Stone on the market was leaked by me on purpose, so that people can have some ideas."

Nicolas Flamel smiled, as if mocking the ignorance of the world, he shook his head and continued,

"Such a powerful talent naturally has its limits. It cannot be used against those who are stronger than me. It's okay. I'll start with those who are weaker than me. Slowly, there will always be growth. There is another flaw. I have no offspring. I have always wanted to have a child, although I don't know why."

At this point, Nicolas Flamel actually began to stroke Hector's hair, his eyes full of kindness.

"Maybe I have forgotten the reason. It is impossible for all the memories of more than 600 years to be stored in my brain, so I deleted some unimportant ones. But you, Hector, always give me a familiar feeling. This feeling is very strange. I feel like I have seen you somewhere before.

Nicolas Flamel retracted his hand. He looked at Hector, and the expression on his face suddenly changed from kind to ferocious. If Hector could see this scene, he would definitely be shocked by the rapid change of Nicolas Flamel's state.

"For so many years, I have been preparing. I have made so many preparations with my mastery of alchemy, so many! I have been hiding my whereabouts as much as possible, for fear that you would find out. If it weren't for you, would I have to be terrified for so long? Do I need to hide my figure in the dark like a sewer rat, living in constant fear? I thought you were very powerful, I thought you were as patient as I am, waiting for me to reveal a flaw!"

Nicolas Flamel stood up from the ground at once. He walked around the room excitedly, waving his thin arms vigorously. Nicolas Flamel's face was distorted with anger. He pointed his wand straight at Hector, but soon lowered the arm holding the wand.

"Please forgive me, I am an old man after all."

Nicolas Flamel sat back on the chair, the cup just hanging in the air where he could reach it.

The air was quiet for a long time, Nicolas Flamel sat on the chair blankly, his chest almost did not rise and fall, the biggest difference between him and the dead was his eyes that were still blinking.

"I spent two hundred years polishing the details of this room, and at the same time, I had to play the role of a decent character as much as possible - until I met Albus, your grandfather, I even thought he was my opponent, he was too amazing, more amazing than any wizard I had ever seen, more talented. But he was not, I could only hide my tracks with great effort."

Nicolas Flamel's voice broke the silence, and he began to narrate calmly again,

"Too tired, many things can no longer be remembered, I even thought about death, like now, just die is better? But I know one thing, very interesting, I think my preparation is still worthwhile, even not enough," he deliberately paused for a long time, as if to whet the appetite of the unconscious Hector. When he felt it was about time, Nicolas Flamel spoke again,

"I found the exit of this world, I can go home - but isn't my home here? Then why should I say go home?"

Nicolas Flamel, who was still calmly narrating just now, suddenly became excited again. He stood up from the chair and waved his wand. An alchemist with the body of a normal adult and seemingly female features appeared in the air. Nicolas Flamel rushed over in a hurry, and the alchemist gave the old man who ran over a big hug.

"My home is here, isn't it, my dear Perenelle?"

The alchemical puppet nodded mechanically, and Nicolas Flamel's smile became even brighter. He let go of Perenelle and looked at Hector. His wand was once again pointed straight at the little guy lying on the ground.

"Farewell, little one."