thefictionvixens Chapter 97 Percival and Gale
Chapter 97 Percival and Gale
Chapter 97 Percival and Gale
"Why don't you talk about the greater good now?" Suddenly, a voice rang out beside him.
An old man, thin and frail from the ravages of time, appeared here at some unknown time.
His clothes were clearly worn and tattered, yet they gave him an air of elegance, as if he were dressed in a custom-made wizard's robe.
His face was clearly aged, his hair was disheveled, and he looked old and frail, yet one could still discern from his features the handsome and dashing figure of his youth, and his every move exuded the air of a refined gentleman from bygone days.
"You've arrived?"
"I am coming."
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I still came."
After the conversation ended, Percival Gellert stared at the old man who had suddenly appeared for a long time, as if they had not met face to face for many years.
After a long silence, he said, "That person shouldn't be outside Nurmengard. The entire wizarding world wouldn't allow it."
"Who is that person? I, Gale Albus Lett, don't understand what you mean." Gale smiled. "Wasn't it someone who specifically lifted the magical seal on that person, allowing them to regain magical power to nourish their body?"
"The one who lifted the ban did so because of the prophecy, and that person needs help!" Percival exclaimed.
"That person will definitely get that person's help. No matter when!" Gale strolled leisurely, as if he had been in the tower for a long time without going out, and now he had broken free of the cage and was breathing fresh air in the outside world.
"That person's current condition isn't very convincing. At most, he's only slightly stronger than an elite Auror, and he needs some rest!"
"Alright, alright, alright. We won't argue anymore; this isn't the place for that." Gale raised his hand in a French military salute, looking helpless.
This action stunned Percival, because in those years when everyone was full of vigor, in those summers in the valley, he had never seen him like this.
So many years have passed, we've all grown old—
So you can change too, even if it's just in front of me. Percival's tone softened immediately: "Since you're here, let's go take a look together and see why the Magic Council would rather keep quiet than solve the problem."
"Why is that? Their skill level has always been poor," Gale said.
"You've been arrested before."
"That's because of your good student. I don't even look at those trash from the Magic Congress."
The two walked and talked, appearing quite relaxed.
I wasn't actually nervous.
If there really is something in the magical world that could make them stand together and feel threatened, then the magical society that discovered this place should have already been destroyed, and the destruction process should have been extremely gruesome.
After breaking through the barrier, the two could smell a faint scent of blood in the air as they walked.
Behind the barrier is a rural, pastoral estate with a rustic, earthy atmosphere, complete with chicken coops, a nursery, and a waterwheel.
But there were no living creatures at that time.
There were still large amounts of blackened bloodstains on the ground, and around the bloodstains were a series of dense footprints, which should have been left by the Aurors who arrived at the scene of the crime.
"It wasn't a curse that caused the killing." Gale sniffed the blood in the air, sensed the remaining traces of magic in the manor, and then made a decisive conclusion.
"The Magic Congress is getting worse with each generation; these people are not as good as they used to be." After drawing his conclusion, he didn't forget to mock the level of the Aurors in the Magic Congress.
"It's definitely not a spell. It's an alchemical weapon." Percival finally took the liberty of pulling his wand out of his pocket and tapping it around nearby.
When Gale saw the wand in Percival's hand, his expression was complicated, ranging from nostalgia and reminiscence to wanting to snatch it, before finally realizing who the person holding the wand was, and he smiled with relief.
"Abu-Percival, have you found any trace?" he asked.
"Judging from the remaining magical traces and magic power, this is a weapon made through alchemy."
Judging from the bloodstains, it must have been a sharp weapon, a very sharp weapon, that killed instantly, leaving the victims no time to react.
But the remaining traces of magic looked very strange—
Percival frowned. "If I had known Nicolas Flamel for so many years, I would even suspect that this alchemical artifact that caused the massacre was his work."
Upon hearing the name Nicolas Flamel, Gale narrowed his eyes. He knew, of course, just how extraordinary the abilities of this legendary alchemy master were, whether in alchemy or magic.
However, Percival said that the alchemical artifacts here reminded him of Nicolas Flamel!
The simple sharpness is naturally beyond the scope of Nicolas Flamel; you can simply find any goblin, put a wand around its neck, and a sharp weapon can be forged.
The finished product is absolutely capable of cutting through iron like mud and slicing hair with a breath in the Muggle world, and it also comes with an automatic cleaning function that will never rust.
But now that Nicolas Flamel has been mentioned, it means that in the remaining traces, Percival saw some properties that ordinary alchemical items could not possess!
With that in mind, Gale tried to activate his magical senses to see what was left behind here.
Just as different animals and humans cannot observe the same world because their physiological structures are different.
So, with the activation of his magical senses, a world beyond the reach of the naked eye surged forth and appeared before him.
What they saw at first glance was the symbol of the dead, which they were once most familiar with, signifying the ceaseless flow of deathly darkness.
Then came the vitality of nature, which appeared in his eyes as a mixture of yellow and green.
There were also various magical traces of the manor's construction, as well as magic cast by the Aurors who came to search it. The former's traces were faint, while the latter's were obvious.
Finally, he saw why Percival claimed he almost thought the alchemical artifact used to commit the massacre was the work of Nicolas Flamel.
The Nicolas Flamel family.
Ryan, engrossed in his books, finally found the answer to a question he had been pondering.
He stiffly stood up, only to find that he had no strength at all.
"You've finally come to your senses. I almost thought Nico had made you stupid." A kind old woman with white hair smiled as she looked at him, where a plate full of food and a silver pot were floating beside him.
The address and the location immediately made Ryan realize who this old woman was. He forced himself to stand up and greeted her politely, "Good day, esteemed Ms. Perenel. I am Ryan Wells, temporarily studying alchemy under Master Monico Flamel."
"I know you, you're a good student. You can't believe how long you were constantly flipping through books, looking at them, and taking them out?" She noticed that Ryan was swaying, so she drew her wand and pointed it at him.
Immediately, Ryan felt like he'd been injected with adrenaline; he was full of energy, his back pain was gone, his legs were no longer numb, and he even started to feel hungry.
Lady Perenel's magical skills, refined over six hundred years, had become unfathomable. He pondered, "Just based on this alone, Lady Perenel should have no problem taking down several Snapes without drugs."
"I only remember suggesting to the headmaster that we visit the Magic Council before I started reading, and then I came to my senses and saw you."
He said, "It seems I've fallen into a strange state. Can you tell me how long I've been reading?"