Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Flamel looked at him for a while and smiled, "You are really a special young man. You are very ambitious, but you don't want to hide yourself. You want to use the most direct method to break the situation. You are impatient and urgent, but you also seem sincere. .Perenal would really like you, but it’s a pity..."

"If I reject your request, you will still use some methods to achieve your goal. In terms of using any means, you may be very similar to the person next to you - oh, I mean his master, but the difference between you and him is that, You will also use polite and gentle methods to test, and you hope that others will support your actions after they understand you and agree with you."

"You are different from Dumbledore, and you are different from Voldemort..." Flamel looked at him, "You are like an intermediate value, or you have some of their characteristics."

"It's hard for me to say whether that's better or worse, but surprisingly, I don't hate young people like you."

In fact, Flamel felt that he was somewhat similar to himself, perhaps even more similar than he was to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore is more reserved and self-disciplined, but Murphy is more like him and can face his desires more frankly.

"So you agree?" Murphy asked.

"It's actually hard for me to refuse, isn't it?" Flamel said. "From just now, I can feel a spiritual power accumulating. Maybe when I reject you, it will invade my soul and control it. My will.”

"Your senses are very keen." Murphy said, but did not withdraw from the temptation of the soul seed.

Nicoléme's spirit was probably the strangest thing Murphy had ever seen. It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but the seemingly liquid surface was like dense steel, making it difficult for spiritual seeds to break through.

He is indeed a man who has lived for more than six hundred years.

Apart from anything else, there are really almost no loopholes in his mind that can be exploited.

If you want to use mental and spiritual magic on such a person, it will probably be difficult to succeed.

However, he was not without options. Using Muggle drugs roughly together with the Imperius Curse, the Sound of Laws, etc. might not be enough to complete the brainwashing.

"But, the Philosopher's Stone is with Dumbledore now." Flamel said, "I can't persuade Dumbledore to give it to you."

"You just need to give me the right to legally inherit it." Murphy said, "I will take care of other things myself."

"You seem dissatisfied with Dumbledore?" Flamel asked.

"Ah, there are some..." Murphy sighed, "In short, it can be regarded as a battle of ideas. I respect his morality, but I don't like his way of doing things. Sometimes, I think he is the one who The person living in the past even looks older than you."

"Dumbledore...he is carrying too many things..." Flamel said, "Some things that you can't imagine now, things that can only be seen from his position..."

"But maybe it's time to give up the times to young people. Maybe there's nothing wrong with making some changes. Maybe we are just too timid."

After speaking, Flamel took out a parchment scroll and wrote a will on it: "I, Nico Flamel, hand over all the research materials, results, instruments and products I have on alchemy to Inherited by my disciple, Murphy Darkholm. Including the Magic Stone and its product, the Elixir of Life."

Finally, he pressed his fingerprints on the parchment and found a special seal to stamp it on.

"I will send a letter to both the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts to prove the authenticity of this will." Flamel said, "Are you satisfied with this, young man?"

Murphy looked at the will and asked, "Disciple?"

"Sorry, I didn't ask for your consent, but since you have inherited my knowledge, you can be considered my disciple, right? This will also make the will more credible. Of course, if you don't want to, we can modify it. "

Murphy frowned, "It's not that I'm unwilling, but in this case, I feel like I can't accept this gift casually."

Murphy said, taking out an injection from his arms, "This is an anti-aging drug I developed, which can repair cells. Although I don't know if it will be useful to you, but at this moment, it probably doesn't hurt to try it. , if you want to regain some energy to finish the last things, you can try it."

Flamel looked at the injection, "What a tempting gift. In the past, it might have been difficult for me to refuse this gift. Aging makes people look disgraceful and makes us look like we are clinging to life. The greedy ghost."

"But now, I don't dare to use it."

"I'm afraid that after I experience the vitality of life again, I will be afraid of death."

He said, glancing at his wife on the bed, "And death is something we have agreed upon. I don't want Perenal to wait too long."

Murphy frowned and took back the injection.

This is the second time that he has been refused an injection.

It was given to Grandma Yaga before.

Obviously compared to those younger people, they are the ones who need these injections the most.

However, his goal has been achieved, and it is even simpler than he expected. With this will, he is the legal heir to the Sorcerer's Stone. Dumbledore, you are only in charge of it, how can you still occupy it and refuse to give it to it?

"Murphy, can you please help me get the second bottle of potion from the third floor of the cabinet outside?" Flamel asked suddenly.

Murphy followed the instructions and took out a black bottle from the cabinet and handed it to Flamel, "Does this look like water of life and death?"

"That's right, powerful water of life and death." Flamel said, "Sometimes we need a little potion to make ourselves sleep."

"Murphy, as my disciple, can you help me take care of my affairs?"

Murphy looked at Flamel's expression and understood in an instant. He sighed, "Okay."

"Don't worry, I will only drink this potion after confirming my will with the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts," Flamel said.

Powerful life and death water, if you drink too much at once, it will directly cause the brain to die during sleep.

This is also the least painful way to die.

Murphy nodded, "Then, I wish you a pleasant journey, teacher."

With that, Murphy left Flamel's room, leaving the rest of the time to himself.

There was no sadness in his heart. After all, the so-called teacher-student relationship was actually just an exchange, just a temporary title. He had not given anything and had no feelings for Nicoléme. He even had some doubts in his heart and did not quite understand Lemay. Why is Mei so cooperative?

The last time he talked to Dumbledore, the other party rejected him.

In fact, Murphy did not initially think of directly persuading Flamel through verbal escape. His conversation with Flamel was actually a way to make Flamel relax his vigilance and lower his mental defense so that he could finally use magic to control him. Way.

Is it because Perenal's death really made him no longer care about this?

Or maybe he thinks it’s useless to refuse and simply cooperates?

Or... did he see another possibility in himself?

Perhaps Flamel is different from Dumbledore after all? A person who has lived with the magic stone for more than six hundred years may not have much nostalgia for life now, but in the past he must have wanted to be truly immortal and live forever like himself, right?

However, no matter what, once you get this will, the next things can be executed.

He walked out of Nicoléme's hut, apparated back to the Three Broomsticks with Quirrell, and then connected his mind to a lightning crow in Malfoy Manor.

The crow flew to Lucius's bedside and woke him up from his sleep with a loud creak, "Malfoy, get up and get ready. The school board hearing will be held in another location."