Chapter 201 1, Comeback

"What is the strongest prison in the world? Azkaban? Bastille? Auschwitz?"

A hoarse and indistinct sound came from the dim room. In the center of the room was a row of stone benches extending downward at a steep angle. There was a tall dining table in the center of the stone pit.

Unknown place, unknown time.

Under the crackling candlelight, the voice slowly surrounds the surroundings, like a lingering ghost.

"Probably not, the thought of some guy living under the same sky as me makes me sick to my stomach."

Just a creak.

The door of the dark room opened.

A tall woman in a black suit walked in slowly.

She placed a delicate silver plate of steak on the stone platform, and immediately stepped back into the darkness, the moment she left.

A fuzzy black shadow appeared in the corner of the room, it seemed to be sitting on a certain chair, and it seemed to be floating in mid-air.

Sitting across the dining table was an elderly man with prominent joints, skinny, and thin hair combed behind his head. He looked at the silver plate in front of him with no expression on his face.

"Try it."

Sombra: "I hope your taste buds haven't aged."

The old man raised his arm tremblingly, picked up the knife and fork, and cut the steak very unsteadily. He looked like a dying old man.

There was a faint sound of chewing and swallowing in the quiet air.

Black Shadow: "Two years ago, I was baptized at Hogwarts, and I was pushed down by a boy who was so innocent that he couldn't use his brain."

After a pause, Soi Ying smiled and said:

"But then, that kid left Hogwarts and turned into an arms dealer.

It is said that time will make people grow, but I always feel that time is like a curse for people like us, are you right, LeMay? "

The old man who was eating steak tremblingly stopped eating, and said hoarsely: "Life has a ceiling. For those who touch this ceiling, experience and age are just numbers."

Heiying: "As expected of an old guy about my age, he speaks in a way."

"I'm laughing."

The old man continued to eat.

The black shadow just looked at the old man like this.

The old man was cutting the steak seriously, his cloudy eyes were drooping, and there was an almost imperceptible flash of light when he lifted up occasionally.

Finished the steak.

The old man took a sip of water and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

The woman in the suit who had been standing silently beside the shadow reappeared. She walked to the dinner plate, removed the cutlery, pulled out her wand and lightly tapped it, making the light in the room slightly brighter.

Nicole Flamel: "I can't do anything about your curse. The Philosopher's Stone doesn't help your situation either."

"Haha, I didn't come to you for such trivial matters."

"Small matter, you haven't contacted me for hundreds of years, and now you suddenly called me over from England, what do you want to do?"

"I want to create a cage where no one can escape." Soi Ying said without hesitation: "Put my stumbling stones in the cage."

"Hoffa Bach?"

asked the old man.

"Hey. That's right."

The voice of the black shadow became ethereal like a dream.

"Hoffa Bach, that enigmatic guy, the days without seeing him are really boring."

"Humph."

The old man pursed his lips imperceptibly, and slowly put his skinny arms on the table.

"With all due respect, I think that a wizard who has grown up cannot be locked in any realistic cage."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

The vague figure asked with great interest.

"Magic cuts off the shackles of reality, and growth breaks free from the shackles of thought. It's too unrealistic for you to put real wizards in cages."

The old man said lightly with a sarcasm: "After all, you yourself are still living and dying, lingering on your last days."

The vaguely dark figure crossed its fingers and leaned forward. Did not answer. The candles dimmed and the room fell silent.

The old man gave him a deep look,

"You can no longer use magic. The explosion two years ago also exhausted your savings. I advise you to give up your mind. The cage is not as easy to make as you think."

After speaking, he pushed away the plate, stood up tremblingly, and limped towards the door.

Go to the door and open it.

"Wait a moment."

There was a shout from behind, and the old man stood still.

"What have you been doing lately, Flamel."

Sombra asked lazily: "Did the newly appointed Minister of Magic ask you to take charge of a mysterious research?"

The old man's five fingers holding the doorknob paused, a trace of struggle flashed across his face, but soon, that trace of struggle disappeared without a trace.

"That has nothing to do with you."

The old man repeated: "It doesn't matter."

"Oh, I was just asking."

The vague shadow leaned back on the chair and fled into the darkness.

"I heard that this project has violated quite a few top commandments of the wizarding world."

"The world is already in chaos, and some extraordinary measures are needed."

After speaking, he closed the door and left the room trembling with flickering candles.

"Send him off."

The shadow whispered.

The woman in a suit walked up and caught up with Nicole Flamel.

"I'll see you off," she said.

The bowed old man offered her his arm.

The woman in the suit took his arm, supported him, and slowly walked down the stairs to the desolate outskirts like a mass grave.

A carriage pulled by twelve thestrals was parked here, and those scrawny creatures spewed out streaks of white mist in the cold air.

At this time, Nicole Flamel said:

"You shouldn't follow him. Believe me, even the most dangerous and unpopular wizard can't be compared with the darkness hidden in the corner of the world. He won't treat you as a human being."

"I'm his family."

The woman said briefly.

"Do you think he cares about his family?" Flamel asked.

The woman did not answer, but asked back:

"What about you, after so many years of baptism, do you still care about these worldly emotions?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Flamel's cloudy eyes, he threw off the woman in a suit holding his arm, and boarded the Thestral carriage.

"I wish you have a nice trip."

The woman laughed.

The Thestral kicked off the ground, spread its black wings, and pulled the carriage into the sky.

In the carriage, the skinny old man heaved a sigh of relief and slumped on the seat. He stretched his hand to his chest and took out a faded gold pocket watch. On the pocket watch was a young red-haired girl holding a doll. Head, looking at the old man with a smile.

"Chloe"

he called softly.

A pair of silver eyes snapped open in France, which was unknown how many kilometers away.