Chapter 559

"...The entire wizarding world thinks that my master has been missing all year round, and there are rumors that he is living in seclusion in your UK. But in fact, he spends a lot of time in the same place, which is his laboratory."

At this point, it was almost nightfall. Maca and the old housekeeper walked together on the dark street, only the street lamps lit up at night illuminated their progress.

In fact, Madam Maxim also wanted to come together, but as the headmaster of Beauxbatons, she still had other things to do at the moment, and it might take some time before she arrived.

Maca and the old butler walked side by side, talking a few words from time to time, and what they said was naturally the destination for tonight.

"Oh, I really want to hear this rumor..." Maca thought for a while, "I remember, Dumbledore really wanted to mention it, saying that Mr. Flamel once lived in Devonshire for a while?"

"Yes, there was a short period of time," old Edward nodded, "but it was only a year or two—the master's family visited Mr. Dumbledore at that time, and the two of them exchanged some experiences about magic together. .”

"Then..." Maca said curiously, "Sir, do you know why Mr. Nicole Flamel wanted to give up immortality suddenly? As far as I know, before he lent the Philosopher's Stone to Professor Dumbledore, he A decision has been made."

And he died with his 658-year-old wife—although Maca didn't ask that question, what he wanted to know most was this decision. Could it be that, as the other wizards guessed, he felt that living too long was no longer interesting?

"Oh, I don't know about that," old Edward shook his head and said, "I haven't really understood what the master thinks since I was young, let alone at this age. But I'm thinking , with the master's temperament, it is probably death that can help him further his research in alchemy, right?"

As we all know, Nicole Flamel is also a famous research madman. He lived for 665 years, and spent most of his time doing research. Although apart from research, he also donated to build a lot of infrastructure in the wizarding world and even the Muggle world, but most of that was done by his wife, only in his name.

Whether Nicole Flamel is the so-called "great good man" is still unknown, anyway, his wife must be a great philanthropist, which is always true.

"Mr. McLean, this way—"

When passing an intersection, the old butler reached out his hand to signal, telling Maca that it was time to turn.

"Sir, just call me Maca," Maca waved his hand while following him and walked into a side road, "You know, I can be your grandson at my age, you don't have to be so polite to me of."

But the old butler shook his head, obviously he still had some different insistence.

"I am the butler of the Flamel family. Since my family saved me in the desert of Egypt, I have been a butler all my life. And a butler should have the rules of a butler. Regarding this point, Mr. McLean Don't worry too much about it..."

"Okay?" Maca shrugged, and didn't continue to struggle with a title.

"...Okay, here we are!"

After waiting for a while, the two walked along a stone path in a Muggle town, and soon the old butler stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Maca found that it was still a rather old red-roofed brick house, and there were some large flowerpots placed on the ground near the base of the wall near the road, and some lush plants lived in them. The brickwork on the walls is uneven and full of footprints left by the years.

Of course, this must not be as old as Nicole Flamel, and the house is estimated to be only ten or twenty years old.

In the residential area of ​​the townspeople that stretched along the alleys, this small house looked extremely inconspicuous. No matter how you looked at it, no one would have thought that this would be the home of a great alchemist.

"Mr. Flamel has been living here?" Maca looked at the house,

asked casually.

"No," the old housekeeper said with a smile, "this is actually where I live, but the only way to find the entrance to my master's laboratory is here—if I have to say it, I'm guarding the door for my master gone."

As he said, he took out an ordinary key and turned the lock, and then walked in with some nostalgia.

"I haven't been back for a while since the master and wife passed away," the old housekeeper said sadly while beckoning Maca to enter the door, "It's really strange when you think about it, the master and wife went there before me One step... If this was placed a few years ago, I would never have believed it."

It can be seen that what he misses is not the memories of his own living here, but those years when his master, Mr. Nicole Flamel, was still there.

"Master, he often said suddenly that he wanted to go out, and then I had to stop what I was doing and pack up with him and prepare to go."

The old butler reminisced about his past, and his whole life almost revolved around Mr. Nicole Flamel. So much so that his most memorable things are all related to his master.

"You don't know, the master never looks at the time when doing things. Many times he woke me up abruptly in the middle of the night. But he is so old, and he is full of energy, like a man in his twenties and thirties. You are a young man! It is incredible to think about it..."

Maca didn't know whether this kind of life was considered happiness, but seeing the old housekeeper's expression and words, he felt a sincere sense of peace from it.

Perhaps some people's life does not need to be too magnificent, as long as they can live a stable life, it is usually enough.

The house where the old housekeeper lived, whether viewed from the outside or the inside, was actually not very spacious. In fact, this is just an ordinary house in a Muggle town. Following Edward all the way through the living room and up the stairs, the ceiling on the second floor seemed a bit low—this was a bedroom.

But old Edward did not stop here, but stretched out his hand and tugged an old hemp rope hanging from the wall. With a soft "click", a wooden board on the ceiling was pulled away, which was a trap door leading to the attic.

"Help me reach for it!" The old housekeeper looked up and said, "I should have used the hook to pull the stairs down, but since you are here today, I can enjoy the preferential treatment of the elderly."

Perhaps because Maca mentioned his age before, the old butler also made a small joke by the way. But the fact is true, the old butler is very old, at least seventy or eighty years old.

Of course, the most important thing is to be cautious. You must know that there is a risk of being detected if you use a spell. Tonight they came together to avoid people's eyes and ears, and naturally they didn't want others to know.

As I said just now, the second floor of this house is relatively low, and the ceiling is almost touching. After taking a look, Maca just jumped slightly, and grabbed the wooden ladder resting by the trapdoor in the attic.

"Crash—boom!"

The wooden ladder slid down along the edge of the trapdoor and was firmly placed between the floor and the ceiling. Can we go up to see what's going on?

"Mr. McLean," the old butler said, "Before I go up, I still want to say something from you—please tell me, you will indeed help us and disclose my master's legacy to the entire magic world, yes ?"

Upon hearing this, Maca nodded as a matter of course.

Tonight's action was discussed in advance between him and Madam Maxim, while the old housekeeper Edward was negotiated by Madam Maxim. In fact, there are too many people coveting this alchemy legacy. Just looking at the number of people gathered in Beauxbatons, we can see that this pool of water will be completely muddied sooner or later.

Under such circumstances, old Edward was the only one who acted to fulfill his master's wishes. Well, maybe you can also count Mrs. Maxime, the headmistress who puts all her mind on education, but it seems that no one else can be trusted.

However, Nicole Flamel's alchemical legacy is beyond the reach of these two. Mrs. Maxim had actually been here a long time ago, but it seemed that she couldn't even get in the door, let alone get the inheritance.

If you want to blame, you can only blame that Nicole Flamel, who is full of research. He doesn't seem to have thought too much about the distribution of inheritance, so he left a rather contradictory problem for the old housekeeper. .

In short, they need a wizard with enough knowledge to hold that inheritance in their hands first. Only by mastering itself can we talk about finding a reasonable way to distribute it to achieve the ultimate goal.

Originally, this task should have fallen on Dumbledore, but obviously, he had already passed away. Therefore, this task of great responsibility finally fell on Maca's head.

"I'm sorry, this matter is too important, I just want to make myself more at ease," after hearing Maca's decisive answer, the wrinkles on Old Edward's face gradually unfolded, "McLean Sir—please!"

Under the signal of the old housekeeper, Maca nodded solemnly, and then took the lead to climb up the wooden ladder.

Accompanied by the creaking and moaning of the old ladder, Maca quickly climbed to the attic on the top floor of the house. It was quite dark here, and through the little light coming in from under the trapdoor, he could vaguely see some piles of sundries.

He didn't look around in a hurry, but turned around and stretched out his hand under the trapdoor, and gave the old butler a hand.

"It's really old..." Old Edward sighed, "Mr. McLean, there is an oil lamp on the pillar next to it. You can take it off to make some light."