chsdbacks Chapter 98 Short Sword
Chapter 98 Short Sword
Chapter 98 Short Sword
"For five days, you were completely immersed in an ocean of knowledge," Perenel joked about the "ocean of knowledge."
"I was worried you might just fall asleep the moment your head hit the pillow after five days without eating or drinking."
"Now that you've come to your senses, have something to eat." She handed the plate over.
"Thank you." Ryan took the plate, first taking a few small sips of plum juice, then thanking Le May's family for not having snails in their French meal.
Then several more plates appeared, each containing French roasted foie gras, confit chicken, beef stew in red wine, and a small portion of cassoulet.
Casulet, a classic of traditional French cuisine, is made primarily with white beans, duck, pork, and sausage, and is slow-cooked for a long time, resulting in a rich, layered flavor and a strong aroma.
"Where is Professor Lemaître?" After treating his stomach discomfort caused by prolonged fasting with a special medication, Ryan suddenly realized that five days had passed. Was his Order of Merlin about to be awarded? Had the truth about the Great Lakes massacre finally come to light?
What are Mr. Lemaître and the principal doing now?
"Your current teacher isn't officially recognized. He was planning to wait for you to hand in your answers on the third day, but you didn't respond. Later, Dumbledore contacted him, and they should still be at Hogwarts now," Perenel said.
"After you came to your senses, I already informed them. Your communicator has been selling very well these past few days; they all have some."
You can contact them directly using a communicator if needed.
Yes, five days have passed. With Dumbledore's extensive connections and resources, communicators have undoubtedly become a must-have item in the wizarding world, or at least in the British wizarding world.
"Thank you, Madam. I think I have found an answer to give to Mr. Nicole," he said, picking up his communicator and finding that he did indeed have several more contacts.
"An ordinary alchemist who works out of interest, this must be Mr. Nicolas Flamel."
"Percival Gellert and this Gale Albus, can you guys please be a little more careful with your nicknames?"
The fact that these two people chose aliases was enough to make Ryan's vision go black.
Especially since these two people even used the same profile picture, he was afraid that others wouldn't recognize who they were, right? It was their family matter, and he couldn't interfere, so he could only choose to ignore it and send messages to that ordinary alchemist who claimed to be doing it out of interest.
"Mr. Flamel, I have found an answer that will satisfy you. Where are you now? At Hogwarts?"
Shortly after, Nicolas Flamel replied: "At Hogwarts, come directly to the Headmaster's office."
Hogwarts Castle.
The principal's office on the eighth floor.
At this moment, there were only three people and one bird in the principal's office.
Nicolas Flamel put down the communicator and examined a short sword on the principal's desk with a serious expression.
The short sword, about half a meter long, was covered with blood grooves, clearly intended to accelerate bleeding after the body was cut open.
The hilt is so rusted that the patterns are no longer visible, which is strange, because the blade is smooth as new, the edge is perfectly round, and there is no sign of rust at all, but the hilt shows the marks of time.
"How did you find this sword?" Nicolas Flamel asked.
Looking even more energetic than a few days ago, Gale sat behind the headmaster's desk in a brand-new wizard's robe, attracting glares from many of the old headmasters on the walls.
The principal, who recognized him, was even more shocked and furious.
The headmaster, who didn't recognize him, also felt that Hogwarts had entrusted the wrong person after being explained to him by the other headmasters.
They should change the principal as soon as possible.
But Gale didn't care at all, pouring himself some water: "It wasn't us who found it, it was Mr. Percival who found it. What can a slightly stronger elite Auror like me do? Nothing."
Dumbledore, who called himself Percival and had been expelled from the headmaster's seat, shook his head and smiled bitterly as he recounted the events of that day to Nicolas Flamel.
After they activated their magical senses to examine the scene, they discovered some traces.
So they followed the faint traces to find the murder weapon.
Along the way, Gale kept claiming that the Aurors of the Magic Council were too incompetent, unable to even use their magical senses properly, and couldn't even see such obvious traces.
"Alright, we only found some traces by coming here ourselves, so let's not make things difficult for those people from the Magical Congress," Dumbledore said irritably.
"Alright, you're right." Gale naturally wouldn't argue with that: "But besides Nicolas Flamel, is there anyone else who can create such a magical item?"
"Gale, don't forget the Deathly Hallows. Didn't we all think the Peverell brothers were powerful alchemists back then?"
"It's different, Albus." The legend of the Deathly Hallows has been passed down for thousands of years, and we believed at the time that there were corresponding real events behind such legends, just like the three brothers mastering a powerful magical artifact, which was exaggerated and amplified into a myth by generation after generation.
Gail said, "But this murder weapon, throughout the entire magical world, has no corresponding trace in any legends! Moreover, you look so pale when you encounter difficulties."
Percival Gellert's thoughts were laid bare by Gale: "The growth of any wizard should be traceable, and the origin of any powerful magical artifact should be traceable."
If a thousand years ago is too long ago, then such powerful magical items would become stories and legends.
In recent centuries, only Nicolas Flamel has been known to possess this alchemical ability.
What they are facing now is a powerful alchemical artifact whose origin and source are unknown. Could this mean that there are many things in the wizarding world that even they do not know?
Suddenly, Nicolas Flamel interrupted Dumbledore's recollection: "Just tell me how you found this sword? What happened when you found it? I don't want to hear your whispers."
A tactical cough echoed from the wall.
Dumbledore froze for two seconds, then pretended to be nonchalant and continued, "Later, Gale and I followed the trail all the way to Lake Huron, where we found the sword on a rock."
At that time, the sword was stuck in the center of the reef, and there was a powerful magic circle operating around the reef.
In six directions beyond this reef, six different magical nodes are faintly echoing the sword.
The moment they stepped onto the reef, they felt a sharp edge pressed against their brows.
If it hadn't been the two of them who landed on the island, an ordinary Auror from the Magic Congress might have been intimidated by the killing intent emanating from that short sword the moment they stepped aboard, suffering either middle-aged dementia or, in severe cases, instant death.
The two realized at that moment that this sword was an item of the same level as legendary artifacts such as the Deathly Hallows and the Philosopher's Stone.
"Wait a minute, Albus. Tell me again the exact locations of that rocky outcrop in six directions and how it connects to the magical nodes," Nicolas Flamel asked hastily, as if he had remembered something, as he listened to Dumbledore's description.