On the eve of his departure, Aaron visited Nico Flamel for the last time.
He told Flamel the conversation he had heard in the Purifier camp and asked him a question.
"Oh, curse of death!"
Flamel's light and white eyebrows raised slightly, showing a surprised expression.
He quickly fell into deep thought. After a moment, Flamel said slowly:
"Oh, yes, I thought it was just a legend. The spread of this thing is too old even for people of my age."
He suddenly started trotting with a funny pace, ran to a huge cabinet, and pulled out a tattered book from the pile of miscellaneous items.
Aaron asked in surprise: "What is this?"
"It is a collection of stories that were circulated when I was young. Its author is even older than Beedle the Bard."
Flamel lightly patted the dust on the cover, and with just one click, the cover fell off, like a falling leaf.
Flamel didn't dare to use force, so he gently opened the book:
"This book contains such a story - it was widely circulated when I was young, but I haven't heard it for many years. I really didn't expect that it would appear in -"
"The Purifier."
"Ah!" Flamel said with a smile: "In the mouth of the Purifier. I have lived in seclusion for too long. People don't know my views on world affairs, so they are unwilling to share important things with me. In this regard, I am far from the best." Not as good as Albus - he is still so prestigious among young people."
In response to his remarks, Aaron gave a polite smile.
"Ah, that's a long way to go - we just talked about the story that was circulated when I was young."
"This story is about a long, long time ago, so long that history has not yet begun to be recorded - the book says it was tens of thousands of years ago, which I think is a bit exaggerated."
Aaron was stunned for a moment. Tens of thousands of years ago, during the Neolithic Age, those who wielded wooden sticks were not wizards, but ape-men.
"In short, at that time, there was a group of highly skilled and daring wizards - no one knew their number. Some said it was seven, some said it was thirteen. There are different opinions."
"How superb their magic power is! There were almost no opponents in that era. They challenged all the difficulties in the magic field and tried to overcome all dangers in the world."
"Finally, when the whole world could not provide them with more fun, they turned their eyes to death."
"In a sacrilegious way, they met death, they fooled death, and they ultimately escaped death and gained eternal life."
"But this is an immortality that is not recognized and, in a sense, is illegitimate."
"Eternal life...is still divided into legal and illegal?"
Aaron asked with some confusion.
"Yes." Flamel said with some pride: "The God of Death is stingy. He hopes to take all souls into himself and is unwilling to let anyone escape his control."
"However, if you have obtained eternal life in a reasonable way that can be recognized by Death, then he will not make things difficult for you - just like he will not make things difficult for those souls who choose to stay and become ghosts."
"Is this the magic stone?" Aaron asked again.
"Yes." The pride in Flamel's tone became even stronger, like that of a child: "The highest achievement in alchemy, I think even the God of Death would find it worthy of the freedom of a soul."
He changed the topic and continued:
"Death is furious at these audacious fellows, but there is nothing he can do about them. They have gained immortality and escaped the clutches of Death."
"So, the God of Death thought of a way. He invited other gods, and they joined forces to cast a curse on all humans - the Purifier said it was seven?"
"Yes."
"That's a wrong statement." Flamel said with a smile: "When I was young, there was a rumor that it was thirteen."
"Curse all mankind? Why don't they go to those immortal wizards?" Aaron asked.
"Because of their powerful magic, even the gods can't find them. So the gods chose to spread the curse to all humans."
Flamel said: "I think the Lord God's idea is this - these curses will not disappear, they will be passed down from generation to generation with the reproduction of human beings, and one day they will be passed on to those immortals. In the meantime, It only takes a long time, and God has no shortage of time.”
This god is really stingy. In order to take revenge on a few people, he actually cursed all mankind.
"Of course, this is just a story, a story made up by a kindly old man to entertain children, just like Beedle the Poet."
Flamel put the book down gently. He had been very careful, but this book, which was old enough to be put in a museum, still fell apart the moment it touched the table.
Aaron stretched out his wand and pieced it together with a tap.
"Thank you, Aaron." LeMay scratched his head and said with a smile:
"I think the so-called death curse may just be some bizarre and rare magical phenomena that, for some reason, will appear on someone after several generations."
"It just so happened that there was a wizard who lived a long time and was careful. He saw these magical phenomena and recorded them. Since then, the saying 'Curse of Death' has been spread."
"Rare...magical phenomenon?" Aaron's eyes lit up.
"Yes, yes." Flamel nodded slightly: "I think there must be some kind of powerful magical power behind it, otherwise the Purifier wouldn't bother so much to get it - as you heard , they even gave up their deployment in France for this."
Aaron nodded. Such a mysterious, strict organization that has been hidden for many years must be planning some kind of terrible conspiracy behind the scenes.
Perhaps, one day, it will shake the entire magical world.
…
Aaron said goodbye to Nico Flamel and gave him the gift he had prepared, which made Flamel very happy. In return, he generously gave Aaron a fragment of the magic stone.
After leaving Flamel's mansion, Aaron came to the French Ministry of Magic. He went to meet Astolfo and Hugo and bid them farewell.
"Don't forget the favor you still owe me."
"Oh, how do you want me to repay you?" Astolfo asked with a smile.
During the operation in the Purifier camp, he did owe Aaron a big favor. If Aaron hadn't taken action in the end and trapped the fire dragon with transformation, allowing the fire dragon to rush into Paris and cause destruction, he, the Auror, would have only Afraid of being suspended.
"I wonder if you are interested..." Aaron said sincerely: "Come to Hogwarts and become a professor?"
