"Why can that pig speak human language?" On the way back, Tonks chased Aaron and kept asking.
"Because it's a night servant."
"What is a night servant?"
"Night servants are magical servants created by vampires, similar to wizards' house elves. They are usually animals whose blood has been sucked by vampires, such as pigs, cats, and bats."
"What about people? They don't use people as servants?"
"Humans who die due to blood-sucking but come back to life are called zombies. In the eyes of vampires, they are the lowest level of existence and are not even qualified to be servants."
"Oh..." Tonks nodded thoughtfully: "Vampires are also racist?"
"Discrimination happens everywhere, Miss Tonks," Aaron said with a smile.
"Oh, I like this title, dear senior." Tonks smiled. She was only one year younger than Aaron, and both of them graduated from Hogwarts.
"Okay, okay, Tonks, you are still in training. I didn't bring you here to exchange friendships with classmates."
Moody caught up and said angrily. Then, he looked at Aaron again: "Custer, thank you, you have helped us a lot. You can rest here for a few days, there is nothing you need to do for the time being..."
"What about me? Can I also spend a few days in Paris?" Tonks' eyes lit up.
"Do you want to be fired during your internship?" Moody asked gently.
"I don't want to."
"Then follow me honestly and go investigate that ghost organization called 'The Purifiers'!" Moody roared - he was really tired of bringing such an unknown disciple.
…
Aaron was walking on the streets of Paris. After everything was done, there was only one reason for him to stay here——
Meet Nico Flamel.
This was the alchemy teacher that Dumbledore had introduced to him, the last alchemist in the world who could refine the Philosopher's Stone.
Following the address given by Dumbledore, he arrived in front of a seemingly ordinary building on Montmorency Street in the Third District of Paris.
Aaron knocked on the door, only to hear a "squeak" sound, and the door opened by itself.
He walked into the room. The room looked messy. It was filled with various utensils that looked like chemical instruments. A huge crystal ball was placed on the table with a thick layer of dust underneath.
Aaron observed these wonderful vessels carefully. A bottle that looked flat and like a disk attracted his interest. It rotated and sprayed out small streams of silver gas - it seemed Somewhat similar to the one in Dumbledore's office.
"Oh, that's the bottle of good dreams." A ghostly voice suddenly sounded in the room. The voice sounded weak, old, and slightly sharp like a female voice.
Aaron turned his head to look, but saw that the person coming also looked like a ghost. His hair was silver-white, and he was wearing a white, soft robe. His face and arms were too pale to look like a living person.
"Albus gave me inspiration. Put a sweet dream in it, and a wine-like liquid will emerge from it. Take a sip before going to bed, and you can enjoy this sweet dream again."
"Like a pensieve?"
"Yes." A smile appeared on Nico Flamel's face, and he slowly stretched out his hand. Aaron looked at the bony palm and did not dare to exert force, but just shook his hand gently.
"You must be Aaron Custer, right? Albus said you would come to me, welcome." Flamel said in an erratic, smoke-like voice.
"Thank you, Mr. Flamel." Aaron looked at the old man in front of him with a curious look - the most famous alchemy master in the world and the longest living wizard in Europe. At this moment, he was standing in front of him. in front of.
"Are you really over six hundred years old?" Aaron couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I know this is hard to imagine." A proud look appeared on Flamel's face: "I was born in France in the fourteenth century, and I am already an ancient person six centuries ago.
Aaron said with some surprise: "Eastern Rome even existed when you were born."
"Yes, yes." When Aaron said this, Flamel seemed to have opened a box of memories, and he said reminiscingly:
"When I was young, there was a magic school in Constantinople, which gathered ancient magic from all of Greece. It was the holy land of alchemy at the time. I studied there and learned a lot of valuable knowledge."
“In 1453, the Ottoman Sultan captured Constantinople, and the Eastern Roman Empire fell. The glorious magic school also disappeared, and part of its legacy was taken over by Kodosdoriz in Russia, which was the The beginning of the magic boom.”
"Oh!" After hearing this, Aaron couldn't help but sigh: "Our history is always closely related to the history of Muggles."
"Yes!" Le May glanced at him, with a look of surprise on his old face: "I didn't expect you to have such an opinion, Aaron, this is right.
Wizards always think that they are superior, but little do they know that we are actually like the shadows of Muggles. Any major changes in their society will always affect us like a chain reaction. "
"In the year when the Muggles' World War ended, Albus defeated Grindelwald, and he and his followers were imprisoned in Nurmengard, that fortress! How could it not be like the Nuremberg of wizards? Woolen cloth?"
"Aaron, the more we study history, the easier it is for us to discover: It seems that there is an invisible hand of God, deliberately matching our history with the history of Muggles. The closer the era is, the more so. "
Flamel poured out his thoughts as if he had met a close friend.
"You seem to be very knowledgeable about Muggles?" Aaron asked again.
"I have lived for six centuries, Aaron." Flamel said with a smile: "If one day you can live that long, you will also find something to do during these long years."
"Thank you for your good words."
Aaron shrugged. He was still young and had no concept of immortality. In his eyes, death was also an important area that was essential to magic and worth exploring.
…
"This is what Albus asked me to give to you - it contains some of the results of my research on alchemy over the years. I am coming to an end and hope to pass on this knowledge."
Flamel took Aaron upstairs. From a cabinet, he took out a dozen parchment rolls and gave them to Aaron.
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can always come and ask me."
Aaron took the dozen parchments, and he could feel its weight: "Did you really destroy the Philosopher's Stone?"
"Yes." Flamel nodded. He leaned down and took out a box from under the table. There were pieces of magic stone in the box:
"I have lived for a long time, and death is like a dear friend to me, and I look forward to meeting it."
"Oh!" Aaron nodded, showing a little more respect for the old man's open-mindedness.
"Of course, before that, I need to finish the things I did during my lifetime." LeMay changed the topic and quickly said:
"For example, this magic stone has been destroyed, but it still retains some magical power."
As he spoke, LeMay raised his head, with a strange smile on his face: "Do you want to try it? Aaron."
