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Chapter 76 Visiting Nicolas Flamel

The following morning, the pale green sunrise, far in the sky, chased the mountains and leaped over the water, driving the darkness inch by inch back into the abyss.

The morning mist, as if under a slow-release spell, gently enveloped the ridges of the endless fields outside Langdondale, a village in neighboring Devonshire, condensing into tiny silver beads on the chamomile.

After a good night's sleep, Ares stepped off the Knight Bus and stood at the edge of the village, gazing at this Muggle village that seemed to have been forgotten by time.

He saw that some houses scattered throughout the village still had thatched roofs, with wisps of white smoke rising from them, carrying the fragrance of earth and broom flowers.

Ares sniffed the air, trying to discern the mixed scents within.

The aroma of bread and bacon was very strong, and he did not yet sense anything that made him feel dangerous.

Gazing at the village, Ares's clear, dark eyes rippled with emotion.

On the day Cornelius Fudge presented him with the award, his conversation with Dumbledore still echoed clearly in his ears.

Tom Riddle; Gellert Grindelwald, Nicolas Flamel... plus Ares Delfino.

This is a statement personally verified by Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the modern wizarding world, regarding a few individuals who, in his eyes, pose a certain threat when it comes to fighting.

To be honest, this statement wasn't anything beyond Ares's comprehension.

Tom Riddle—also known as Voldemort—is still a ghost at this point in time... according to the plot.

Whether the plot has changed due to the intervention of Larri Gaspar, who can truly be called a "mysterious man," is hard to say.

All I can say is that, based on rational judgment, Larry Gaspar is not Voldemort—otherwise, Gaspar wouldn't have stopped Quirrell from robbing the Gringotts vault... But the subtle point is:

After Mr. Potter saw Larry Gaspar, his scar suddenly began to throb with pain...

As for Gellert Grindelwald—the Dark Lord who, as everyone knows, caused turmoil throughout the magical world of Europe—he was imprisoned in Nurmengard.

Ares did not believe that the mere Nurmengard and the Wizarding Guild could imprison Grindelwald, but it was almost impossible that Grindelwald would leave Nurmengard without Dumbledore knowing anything about it.

And then there's Nicolas Flamel.

Based on Ares's understanding of Nicolas Flamel in the story, he is the least likely person to be La Ri Gaspar.

While the Philosopher's Stone could stop Death from striking Nicolas Flamel, it could not stop the relentless passage of time.

Given Lemaître's current physical condition, it would be quite an achievement if he could even reach the bathroom to urinate after waking up in the morning!

Furthermore, what Larri Gaspar most likely wants is the Philosopher's Stone, which belongs to Nicolas Flamel.

Ares's visit to him was entirely based on Dumbledore's argument: the knowledge that Flamel had gained from his long life was unmatched by any contemporary wizard, so to some extent, Dumbledore believed that Flamel was superior to him.

Although it's a bit far-fetched, Ares has to confirm it personally if there's even the slightest possibility.

Of course, if we say...

If these three people have no connection with Larri Gaspar...

If that wizard who called himself Lari Gaspar was indeed a hidden master...

Tap, tap, tap—

Ares's eyes were as deep as an abyss. He took a step forward, shattering the mist that enveloped him, and approached the village.

Even more surprisingly, Larri Gaspar... or the "big shot" he claims to be behind him, is a fellow countryman...

So...

In any case, this was a wizard that Ares could not ignore. The unease and mystery he brought to Ares were far beyond what Voldemort could match.

So—

Ten minutes later, Ares stood in front of a house.

The old house in front of me, with its thatched roof and walls made of black bricks and yellow mud, exudes a sense of vicissitude and historical heritage, perfectly matching the style and "persona" of the longest-living wizard of our time.

Ares's gaze fell through the low courtyard wall onto the house. Behind the open carved window, an old man was busy preparing his breakfast in the kitchen.

As Ares looked at her, the old woman seemed to sense Ares's gaze and shakily raised her head to look back.

She was a very old woman, and there wasn't a single wrinkle-free spot on her exposed skin. Her skin and hair were quite special; in addition to being as pale as expected, they were also "adorned" with extremely fine and dense "gold powder".

This is clearly due to the body's "mutation" caused by long-term consumption of some kind of magical potion.

Ares knew the old woman was also watching him, and even if he added up all the years he had lived in his previous life, he still wouldn't be a fraction of her age. He knew that remaining silent would be rather impolite.

"I'm so sorry to have disturbed you while you were making breakfast, Madam—"

Ares straightened his disheveled clothes, nodded slightly, and gave a polite smile.

"But I must commend you, the water lilies and raspberries in your yard are blooming so beautifully!"

"Thanks-"

The lady making breakfast smiled kindly and spoke softly.

"But child, you've come all the way from Hogwarts, and your stomach is growling with hunger. Shouldn't you just be here to praise the flowers I planted?"

Ares frowned slightly, then relaxed.

It's hard to imagine how many different kinds of people she's met and how many ups and downs she's experienced in her life, having lived for over six hundred years.

Even though Ares knew that the old lady was "frail and delicate," he still felt a strange pressure in his heart.

"It seems you recognize me, Madame Lemaître."

Ares bowed slightly.

"Oh, it would be difficult not to recognize you, child. The newspapers talk about what you do every day."

After just a few words, Madame Lemaître was already panting, but she still looked at Ares with a beaming smile.

"You said to stop the Hogwarts Express... Oh, to be honest, that might not sound very humble, but the truth is, I thought it was a piece of cake."

Ares said humbly and politely,

"Yes, that's right. Please forgive my rudeness—I mean, for coming to visit without prior notice, Madame Lemaître."

"Oh, what does it matter, child—"

Madame Lemaître 'took small steps' out of the kitchen, briefly out of Ares's sight, and then appeared at the door, waving to him.

Her eyes were kind and approachable, yet they held a wisdom that could see through all illusions.

"Besides, for a long time, we have refused anyone who wrote to us in advance to visit Nico. In the end, we usually meet uninvited wizards... Come in and have something to eat. Your stomach is rumbling so loudly it's deafening me, child."

That's an interesting way of putting it.

Ares paused for a moment, then put aside his doubts and smiled freely.

"Then thank you for your hospitality, madam."