bookbashuk Chapter 70 A Letter to Nicole
Chapter 70 A Letter to Nicole
Chapter 70 A Letter to Nicole
"Is Voldemort not truly alive now?"
"In my estimation, Voldemort's current state is more like a reflection between life and death. Even if all his means of survival were destroyed in this state, I wouldn't dare say he would definitely die," Dumbledore said.
"At the same time, apart from some special magic, such as the protective mechanisms of Hogwarts Castle and love magic, it is difficult for ordinary spells to work on Voldemort like this."
Isn't this invincible?!
Wasn't Voldemort supposed to be barely clinging to life? How come he's even turned on invincibility!
Ryan suddenly felt a pang of envy for Voldemort's current state of being "between life and death".
As if sensing Ryan's thoughts, Dumbledore said, "Believe me, this state must be extremely agonizing, otherwise Voldemort wouldn't have set his sights on the Philosopher's Stone, much less forced Quirrell to drink the unicorn's blood. Even Voldemort wouldn't want to be covered in curses."
Unless someone has an unusual fetish and enjoys feeling weak and restrained, no one wants to be covered in debuffs... Ryan rarely sees Voldemort acting normally.
"Then it's up to Mr. Ron to decide," he said. "Hopefully, Mr. Ron is a true Weasley."
"I've always thought of him as a Weasley, a Gryffindor," Dumbledore said.
The conversation about Ron ended there, and the two resumed their discussion about the intelligent alchemical device, from the choice of array to what kind of consciousness to infuse it with and what functions it would gain...
"Thank you for your guidance, I have learned a lot. But next is the fourth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and I need to go teach them."
"Farewell." After a long conversation, Ryan rose to take his leave. With Dumbledore's guidance, he had achieved a 98% success rate with these intelligent alchemy devices.
Teachers who impart knowledge, instruct in skills, and resolve doubts are truly not deceiving us.
What's particularly reassuring is that even when the three prophets made dark prophecies about the future, Dumbledore remained calm and composed. As he left, Ryan thought enviously that he also hoped he could achieve the state of "having thunder in his heart but a calm face."
After Lane left, Dumbledore took out a brand new parchment and began to write:
Dear Nico:
Greetings. Although it has been a long time, I am glad that we are still exploring the truth in the field of alchemy. In your previous two replies, you said...
I agree with your idea of wanting to further evaluate Ryan, but now there's a problem.
Perhaps you have never encountered anything like this in your hundreds of years of life: on the same day, from this morning until I am writing to you, three prophets made the same predictions about the future, all pointing to a dark future.
Lane Welsh, the most gifted prophet of this century, saw a dark, lifeless cave; Sybil...
Trelawney, the prophet of Voldemort's final prophecy, spoke of the unease of living beings, common sense, and the world; while Gellert Grindelwald, in front of me, glimpsed the flowing blood and fire, suffering and calamity.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but unfortunately, there was no need for the three of them to conspire to deceive me. I had to convince myself that in that future, which was yet to come, wizards and Muggles were all going to face a catastrophe.
Nico, we're running out of time. We desperately need to strengthen the wizards. But I can't reveal these three prophecies to the public, firstly because it would cause panic, and secondly because I can't imagine what those who choose to take the risk when the crisis prophecies actually arrive might do. I need to be responsible for their safety.
This means that we can only enhance the power of the wizarding world in a subtle way, allowing it to be transformed without anyone noticing.
In this respect, Ryan's ingenious ideas might spur change in the wizarding world; he will need profound alchemical skills to realize them. For example, his recently developed intelligent alchemical device.
Therefore, I earnestly hope that you can give me an answer as soon as possible.
Your dearest friend, Dumbledore
After finishing the letter, he rubbed his temples and handed it to Fox: "Give this to Nico; you know where he lives."
Fox let out a clear, melodious cry, then disappeared.
Dumbledore got up and walked to the window, watching the changing clouds in the sky, recalling how he used to stand here often, pondering his relationship with Gellert.
Ironically, the two teenagers who separated due to differing ideals have remained entangled and complicated for over a century.
Now, he stands here once again.
Fortunately, this is arguably the most powerful period in the magical world yet. The legends of the past have not yet faded away, and a new sun is gradually rising.
In an open space in Paris, a beautiful bird-like creature suddenly appeared. The next second, the space rippled like water, and the bird disappeared.
A passerby buying breakfast nearby thought the dizziness and blurred vision were due to working overtime for a long time: "Should I take a break for a while?"
But then he remembered the triple overtime pay the company offered: "No way, I can still work! With the pay right, this company is my home! I don't need rest!"
"How could anyone in the world not like working overtime! With so much overtime pay, only a fool wouldn't take it!"
He left quickly, determined that he would only leave work on time if his supervisor asked him to, in order to earn more money.
In a safe house that has been enchanted with a series of protective spells, including the Fidelity Curse and the Muggle Expulsion Curse.
The owner of the safe house, Nicolas Flamel, pale to the point of being almost transparent, accepted the letter brought by Fox. His fingers were as lifelike as a fragile piece of rotten wood, yet they were flexible and steady enough to handle any alchemical experiment.
"Is this the third time Dumbledore has recommended Lane?" Nicolas Flamel chuckled, unaware of the gravity of the situation before opening the letter.
"I've already asked Orim to gather more information, and I've also learned a lot from some friends myself." The over 600-year-old Nicolas Flamel said as he opened the letter, "Albus isn't that old, so why is he becoming so long-winded?"
His wife, Perena, who was also over six hundred years old, said: "At over a hundred years old, he met someone worthy to inherit his mantle."
Naturally, there will be feelings of gain and loss. Especially for a wizard like Albus, how many people of his caliber throughout history have been able to find a suitable, or even a chance, successor to surpass them?
Nicolas Flamel was speechless, because he too could not find a disciple who could inherit his mantle in alchemy.
Dumbledore back then could certainly have, but he had his own path to follow.
Ultimately, Dumbledore became the first wizard to defeat two of the Dark Lord's guardians.
"I wonder what's in this letter? Shall we try to guess?" Nico suggested.
"Okay, you go first, what do you think Albus will write?" Perenaar said.
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