Chapter 375 Fog

Chapter 376 The ambition of immortality

"What's wrong with you, Khalil?"

Seeing his pale face and strange expression, Wade couldn't help but ask.

"No...nothing..."

Khalil's body seemed to be shaking slightly, Wade frowned and reached out to touch his forehead.

The tentacles were cold, not even the body temperature of a normal human being.

This seemed to remind him that they were already different races.

However, Khalil was startled by his actions. When he raised his head, he grabbed Vader's arm tightly.

Wade: "...?"

Khalil smiled reluctantly, let go and said, "It seems a bit cold today. Let's go to the Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer."

Of course Wade would not refuse to agree, he was going there in the first place.

The inn was filled with smoke and very warm. The aroma of wine and food filled the air, making people feel warm immediately.

The bar was full of Hogwarts students, and Michael and others were sitting together. Vader and Khalil walked through the crowd and walked over there. Everyone smiled and welcomed them to join.

In the corner of the bar, a man wearing gray wizard robes sat. He secretly looked at the children and slowly showed a satisfied smile.

On the table in front of the man, there was a piece of parchment and a quill.

At this time, the quill automatically jumped up and dropped lines of text on the paper.

[Integrated smoothly... got along well... the plan went very smoothly...]

…

"all the best."

The tattooed man put down his friend list and said calmly.

"As long as it goes well."

The fat woman clasped her hands in front of her chest and said thankfully: "That child Khalil is very stubborn. I was always worried that he would deliberately cause trouble and sabotage the mission - luckily he didn't."

"It seems that your method did work."

The tattooed man turned to look at her and said: "For this kind of child, ideals and beliefs don't mean much to him. Money and beauty are not attractive. Only family love can strangle his throat."

The woman smiled proudly: "It's not in vain that I have worked so hard to learn cooking for so long - it's hard to understand that British food is so terrible, but Khalil still likes it. Did you see it - he was so moved that he almost cried! "

She originally had a very gentle and kind appearance, but when she smiled like this, her whole person looked distorted.

The other person next to her couldn't stand it anymore, so she turned to ask: "Major, what's so special about Khalil? Judging from his age, he should still be in the training camp."

"He is Wade Gray's childhood friend and your helper."

The tattooed man - Major Baird said: "But he only knows that he has his companions in the school. He doesn't know your identity. Don't worry that he will expose you too, Sierra."

The third person sitting in the room is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor-Sela Abigail.

Even though Baird said this, Abigail still looked unhappy and said angrily:

"I've told you before that I don't need extra manpower! And I'm about to get the golem customized by Vader himself - a large golem made with the original version of a magical creature! Do you understand what this means? ?”

"I know, I can understand." Baird said patiently: "But the requirements of the mission have changed. Serah-the golem is no longer the most important thing. The most important thing is Vader Gray."

"What?!" Abigail frowned: "There are so many alchemists in the world, why do you have to look for this one? He is under Dumbledore's nose, Aslan's Magic Workshop and Terrence Murray. Not something to be trifled with..."

"Of course I am aware of the danger of this matter, Serra. I am also one of the executors of the mission. Dumbledore may not be even one thousand meters away from me now."

Baird said helplessly:

"But the alchemists we invited back all said that the golem seems to be just an enlarged version of the wizard's chess. In fact, the production technology is unprecedented, and the creator has a very outstanding and unimaginable level of alchemy."

"If they want to imitate a complete version of the golem and mass-produce it, then they must have a complete design - Sera, can you get the golem's design from Gray?"

Abigail shook her head grimly.

Baird said: "That's right. Alchemists were born with a sense of copyright and protected their inventions very closely."

"More importantly, Vader Gray is a young, very talented alchemist."

"The things he made cannot even be imitated by other alchemists; so is it possible for him to complete the alchemy that other alchemists cannot complete?"

Abigail's expression changed: "What do you mean..."

"Of course it's the magic stone that can make people immortal!!"

Baird said with faint excitement: "For thousands of years, the only one who has accomplished this feat is Nick Flamel! Other alchemists are helpless with the Philosopher's Stone."

"But even Nick Flamel, what he made is only a semi-finished product - the Philosopher's Stone can only make him live forever, but it can't help him grow old!"

"So do you understand? Compared with those mediocre people who have rigid minds and can only do alchemy from books, Vader Gray is such a surprising gift to the leader! He is very likely to create real magic. stone!"

"Even if you just create a semi-finished product like Nick Flamel, it can extend a person's short life span to six to seven hundred years."

"After such a long time, coupled with the organization's funding, the real elixir of life is just around the corner!"

Abigail was shocked and understood everything.

She vaguely knew that the top leaders of the organization did not pursue powerful magic. Their goal remained unchanged - a healthier, longer and younger life, preferably one with no end.

Werewolves, vampires, wizards, and magical creatures were all victims on their road of exploration.

But these paths all had limited lifespans, and there were great risks in the process of transformation, and even after the transformation, there was not much benefit.

In comparison, how tempting was the path of the Philosopher's Stone!

- Turning stones into gold and immortality.

The greatest desire that ordinary people could have could be satisfied by a small stone.

In fact, the alchemist that the leader wanted most was Nick Flamel, but later it was heard that the old man had destroyed the unique stone in the world in order to prevent Voldemort from getting the Philosopher's Stone, and he had died.

They could only turn their attention to other alchemists.

But the cost of refining the Philosopher's Stone was huge, and failure was the norm. Success was just a coincidence after the combination of wisdom, skills, determination and luck.

Facing repeated failures, throwing money away like water, and finally getting nothing, no one can bear it.

But the leader can't even blame the failed alchemists - only one person succeeded in thousands of years, isn't it natural for these people to fail?

They can't even judge whether this failure is helpless or intentional by the alchemists.