"I thought you wouldn't agree to such a request."
Dumbledore looked at Luke with a strange expression. Luke looked at his face, shook his head silently and said, "I don't seem to have any reason not to agree."
"Speaking of which, I don't mind if he uses his surname to name this new type of magic sword. In other words, this is his own right. I have no need to deprive him of this right."
"As for not being my vassal... although it's a pity and a bit against the rules left by our ancestors, it is an extraordinary thing. In this matter, I would rather everyone be happy than suffer and hate each other."
Gibson's demonstrated value was enough for Luke to give him considerable preferential treatment. What's more, Gibson also promised not to use the methods he taught to build weapons for people or forces hostile to Luke.
Luke once again tested Dumbledore's bottom line, but Dumbledore looked at the sword with a complicated expression, so he didn't stop him. Gibson is now fundamentally different from the stupid blacksmith who kept striving for the wishful thinking passed down from his ancestors.
After the sword was actually forged, it meant that his identity and status had improved in an absolute sense.
It is better to make friends with such people.
and……
"It is simply impossible for one person to defeat a group of people and Muggles' simplified thinking."
The corners of Luke's mouth curved in a subtle arc, with a smile on his face, and he thought silently in his heart.
If quantitative change leads to qualitative change, then the sword Gibson built today can be said to have completed the process from quantitative change to qualitative change.
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The powder Luke used to disguise the Philosopher's Stone was a powder ground from the highest quality magic stones. The price of this kind of thing itself is also ridiculously high, and the magic power contained in it is also quite large.
Luke believed that apart from some special effects, in terms of magic power content alone, his fake magic stone powder should be almost the same as the real magic stone powder.
And Luke has no need for such a powerful sword.
He does not need and cannot allow everyone to have the ability to break through Dumbledore's casual defenses, nor can he allow everyone to easily cut through solid magic armor.
What he needs is a sword that can break through the magic shield of ordinary wizards.
that's enough……
Moreover, are there any other applications for this ability to release magic?
What Luke wanted from the beginning was not the sword, nor the technology to build the sword. Instead, it is a less powerful and cheaper technology that emerged from the sword that was created.
These are the things with the greatest value. The technology of being able to create a sword comparable to the Deathly Hallows from a single piece of magic stone is certainly great. But if this technology can be simplified to allow young wizards with swords to break through the defense of adult wizards and stab them to death. Isn't the value higher?
At least that's what Luke thought.
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What's more, he is sure to have Gibson completely in his hands.
People, as long as they ask for something.
Dumbledore looked at Luke's excited and expectant expression, as if he had thought of something, and shook his head helplessly.
Luke has not shown any cruel methods so far. So he can still bear it. Even Luke has the same desire to change the world.
Of course the world can be changed, as long as the means are not drastic.
"Now that we've packed up, let's go meet Nico."
Dumbledore said lightly to Luke.
When Luke heard this, his expression instantly brightened. He now felt more and more that Nico Flamel was an important person.
"Okay, Professor, I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."
More importantly, after meeting Flamel, they can leave this hellish place in France. Here, Luke has really had enough. My own power has not spread here. Apart from Dumbledore, who can't be completely trusted around him, Luke only has his identity as "heir of the Gaunt family" as a talisman.
But he is closely related to the magic stone, the 'real Tang Monk Meat'. After he swaggered out of Nico Flamel's residence, the hyenas that moved at the sound of wind were no longer as simple as they were today.
Luke didn't understand the intricacies here and the forces entrenched in each place, and it could even be said that he was blind. So Luke will never rashly cause any big trouble here.
When doing things in places you are not familiar with, it is hard to tell when your shoes will get wet.
Luke felt that it would be better for him to wait until the British territory was almost developed before he planned to plot France.
Dumbledore nodded, grabbed Luke's shoulder with his left hand, and took out his wand with his right hand and waved it gently.
The next moment, red and golden flames surged from the soles of his feet.
Luke panicked for a moment, but soon calmed down and looked in Dumbledore's direction with a frown.
Dumbledore said with a mysterious smile on his face: "Want to learn?"
Luke's expression changed slightly. He didn't really think that this thing could be learned, but he just wanted to pick up the thread.
"Then will you teach me?"
Luke looked sincere, but for some reason, Dumbledore felt a hint of teasing.
But after all, he didn't pay too much attention to such trivial details, but said with a rather regretful look: "Unfortunately, if your surname is Dumbledore, maybe I can help you."
Luke's face didn't look like he had any regrets at all, but he nodded calmly.
He had guessed early on that Dumbledore's special fire magic was obviously derived from his bloodline, and could be said to be a type of innate magic. It's just another path to development.
This also inspired Luke to a certain extent.
But before Luke's thoughts could spread out, he saw the fire spreading in front of his eyes and interrupted his thoughts.
When Luke's eyes returned to clarity again, the scene in front of him had changed drastically. The Avenue Ganelon is dark and silent. At least the location where Gibson's blacksmith shop was located was not populated. Apart from the sound of forging iron, the most common sound is the chirping of rats.
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But now what he saw was a lush, vibrant green. In this vibrant green, Luke easily saw a small courtyard that was not very big, but leaning against the lake, with views of the forest up close and mountains in the distance.
It has a red roof and white walls, with blue and gold patterns on the walls. Exquisite and compact yet still ancient. The style is antique, but the decoration is up-to-date. Luke felt like this was exactly where someone like Nico Flamel should live.
Time has passed, but the best beauty of each stage has been left here, allowing the past and present to coexist in the small courtyard, and every place is a scenery.
Dumbledore, who was next to him, also looked at the small courtyard not far away with a curious expression, and also had an expression of admiration. Nico Flamel’s small courtyard is really something new, and you can see something new every time you come here. What Luke could see was time standing still on it. And Dumbledore could also see the gathering of space in this small courtyard.
Decorations and styles from European countries, America and even the East can be seen here.
Originally integrating so many elements, this small courtyard should be a pot of random stew, looking nondescript and unlike any other building. However, thanks to Lemei's uncanny design ability, so many elements can be integrated harmoniously into everything, although they still appear abrupt in some places, causing flaws in the overall courtyard and not reaching the level of perfection. .
However, putting together so many elements with different styles is just a little bit abrupt. This can be said to be the peak of Flamel's skills.
Luke walked forward with interest and looked around. He is curious about every place and every design. But then I thought about it, if an old guy who has lived for more than 600 years is really interested and talented, even if the talent is not that outstanding, he is enough to stand at the top of the pyramid in a certain industry.
Time was too kind to Flamel. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
At this moment, Luke seemed to have lifted a layer of fog and felt that the scene in front of him changed again.
A gently rocking deck chair suddenly appeared beside the lake, which was originally deserted. Nestled in the rocking chair was an old man who looked as skinny as a stick and had gray hair.
The old man's chest rose and fell slightly as the rocking chair rocked. He slept so quietly, but his clothes were a little messy. It seems that he slept for a long time. If it weren't for Luke's good eyesight, he might actually have thought that he had left. Beside his rocking chair, a large snowy owl was squatting on the ground, with a pile of wings holding a fishing rod, and a fish bucket beside it.
Luke took a closer look at the fish bucket.
Well, as expected, there wasn’t even a single fish...
Then Luke looked at Nico who made no secret of his age.
How should I put it? At first, Luke thought that time was too forgiving to Flamel. If more than six hundred years were given to some emperors in the Muggle world who worked hard, had great ambitions, and were powerful, they might be able to unify the world. .
With such a time span, it is difficult to say that this person cannot do anything other than physiological limits when it comes to a human being.
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Not to mention Flamel's architectural design ability, even if Flamel suddenly pops up and plays "Guangling San", Luke will not be surprised, but he will feel that Mr. Flamel is really well-informed.
But after really seeing Flamel's state, Luke suddenly felt that such a long time might not be a simple gift to the old man in front of him.
"Even the magic stone can't save a body that has been rolling in the world of mortals for six hundred years and is already exhausted."
Dumbledore walked up to Luke at some point and said while looking at the landscape-like scene over there.
Luke knew that Dumbledore must have something else to say, so he didn't continue and just listened silently.
And Dumbledore did not disappoint Luke. He spoke with sentimentality in his eyes: "Nico was still young back then, and he was obsessed with studying and reaching the limits of alchemy. Perenal was the only one who didn't despise him as a poor man. The sorcerer's woman. They loved each other. After Nico made the Philosopher's Stone, he was still complacent and young. Without careful experimentation, he and Perenal drank the magic stone. The magic potion. Their lifespan has been greatly extended. But they have also lost the possibility of having children."
"Although the Philosopher's Stone slows down their aging, it does not stagnate."
"Time is the most ruthless and steadfast blade."
"Even if it can only scrape off a little powder, more than six hundred years will be enough for it to scrape Nico and the others into this state."
"Nico has nothing to miss, and he has really had enough of life...Forget it, he must have a lot to say to you, so I won't do it for you."
Dumbledore put his hand on Luke's shoulder.
"When I was young, Nico was my mentor. He helped me a lot and taught me a lot."
"And when I got older, I suddenly realized that I might just be an embellishment in Nico's long life. Even if I lived for more than a hundred years, I would still be just a child in his eyes. He might even participate My funeral. Sending away a friend who has been with me for decades. This is not the first time this has happened. He may be used to it. "
"But I didn't think that... I might send him on his last journey."
There was real sadness in Dumbledore's tone. Luke could tell from the emotional dust surrounding him that he was truly sad that he had lost an elder who was both a teacher and a friend.
Luke didn't know what role Nico played in Dumbledore's already long life. But Luke thought that if he had a friend who was more than 500 years older than him after he was more than a hundred years old, he would be very happy.
If not, that would be okay...
Dumbledore looked at Luke. Luke saw the water rippling in the blue eyes under the half-moon glasses.
"If you can give him hope, Luke, please give him the motivation to live. It's not that he can't, he just doesn't want to."
"If you can't do it, then let him say goodbye to the last bond in this world. Don't leave any regrets or ties."
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Listening to Dumbledore's words, Luke suddenly understood why Dumbledore was so tolerant of someone like him who could obviously pose a threat to the existing order of the wizarding world.
Dumbledore has never been a selfless saint. He knows it's hard to control himself, so he doesn't take over power. And now, if Flamel can really regain the desire to live, will he nip such hope in the cradle?
"It hurts a little, Professor."
Luke looked at the hand holding his shoulder and said softly.
Dumbledore withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted.
"Sorry, I lost my temper."
Luke shook his head, indicating that there was nothing to worry about.
"I'll do my best if I can, Professor. Not just for your sake, but for my own as well."
At this moment, Nico Flamel stiffly propped himself up and sat on the rocking chair, seemingly awakened by the conversation between the two.
He looked at the snowy owl next to him: "Haha, Tuanzi, you still haven't caught a single fish."
The snowy owl turned away and ignored him.
Looking at the awkward snowy owl, Flamel smiled again.
And the moment he turned his head, he saw Luke.
Luke noticed the look in his eyes.
"Hello, Mr. Flamel..."
"Have you finally come to see me, Jace?"
