Chapter 497
: Nick Flamel's Collection Room
Chapter 497: Nick Flamel's Collection Room
The candlelight flickered, and the shadows cast on the wall swayed with it, like Wade's suddenly trembling heartstrings.
He unconsciously tightened his grip on the quill in his hand, his voice trembling a little: "I... I don't understand, sir... What gift do you mean..."
It's not that he didn't understand, but this "surprise" was so big and so sudden that Wade couldn't help but wonder if there was some crisis hidden behind it that he hadn't discovered yet.
Apart from his parents' love, Wade never felt that he could get anything for no reason.
The appreciation and care from the elders, the respect and praise from his peers, the admiration and love from the house-elves, they were all earned little by little by his first efforts and hard work to show himself.
Vader never forgot the fear of having an invisible noose slowly tightening around his neck that night when he was trapped on the platform outside the window in the cold wind to avoid being discovered by Voldemort.
So at this moment, facing this huge pie that fell from the sky and hit his head, Wade was not excited. His first reaction was to be alert, as if a chill was silently climbing up his spine.
"My collection of books, my notebooks, and of course my private collection room."
Flamel just thought he was overjoyed and didn't know how to react for a moment, so he said with a gentle smile on his face, even a warm smile in his eyes.
"Albus has too much on his plate. His passion for alchemy when he was young was replaced by something else many years ago."
"I originally thought that the books I left behind would become part of the Hogwarts library. Perhaps many years later, a child would open them and enter the world of alchemy out of curiosity."
"But Albus recommended you to me."
"He said... rather than waiting for someone who may or may not appear in the future, it is better to choose the most outstanding and youngest alchemist at the moment."
"Dear Vader, before you accepted my invitation, I had heard a lot about you from Albus... I have learned about and studied every invention of yours."
“I have to say, it’s a very thoughtful idea. But what surprised me even more was the love and awe of alchemy reflected in your work.”
"I'm dying, Vader. But if my research can be inherited by a child like you, then I won't have any regrets."
Wade felt as if there was a heat current running through his body, from his cheeks to his limbs, it was as hot as being burned by fire. His heart was beating violently, his eardrums were buzzing, and he even felt a little dizzy.
He knew he should agree immediately, but what came out of his mouth was: "Sir, I... I don't know what to say, this is too..."
"You don't have to answer now, child." Flamel smiled indulgently. "I understand that sometimes unexpected gifts can make people feel anxious, as if they were pushed to the edge of a cliff."
Wade's age is not even a fraction of his. To Nick Flamel, all the immature and unsophisticated behavior of the child in front of him is because he is as young and ignorant as a fledgling, so he has not been smoothed over by the world.
On the contrary, he liked such students even more.
"Come with me, Vader." Flamel turned and said, "I will show you what you will inherit."
Vader followed instinctively, and in his hasty steps he almost stepped on Flamel's shoe.
It can be seen that LeMay is trying to walk faster, but with his "fast pace", Vader has to walk slowly in order not to overtake him.
Fortunately, Flamel's collection room was not far away.
In fact, he walked towards the huge mechanical pendulum clock standing in the corner.
The main body of the pendulum clock is made of dark brown walnut, with brass edging at the four corners. The clock face is also golden, with fine scales on the edges, and the copper hands move steadily and powerfully.
Every hour, the pendulum clock's hammer would strike the brass tube, making a melodious sound. If someone approached, the pendulum clock would tell the time enthusiastically, and sometimes ask people to wipe the dust off its head. Wade stayed here for a few days, seeing the pendulum clock every day, and always felt that it was like most of the furniture in a wizard's home, endowed with some magic, but not much.
At this moment, as Flamel approached, the pendulum clock said enthusiastically: "Good evening, Mr. Flamel. It is now 9:21, and the night is very..."
Before the pendulum clock could finish its words, Flamel grabbed the minute hand, turned it clockwise twice, counterclockwise three times, and then tapped the numbers [6651382] with his magic wand.
With a crisp knock, the outer shell of the brass pendulum clock slowly opened. Vader held his breath and almost forgot his heartbeat.
Like his wardrobe, Nicolas Flamel’s collection is hidden in the back half of the clock.
This is a huge hall with thousands of bookshelves extending from the ground to the dome. Countless books, scrolls, and manuscripts are stacked layer by layer, which is daunting.
In addition, there are some sealed boxes on some shelves. I don’t know what their function is. The magic patterns on them emit a warm luster under the illumination of the magic light ball.
"My God..."
Wade couldn't help but sigh, not knowing what to say for a moment.
It feels like this collection room can satisfy most of what he wants in his life.
"I've been organizing these things, but the workload is much larger than I thought, so I'm afraid I can't finish it. I can only leave the rest to you."
Flamel took Wade and walked slowly through the middle of the bookshelf. He picked up a scroll, opened it and looked at it, then closed it again.
"Oh, ancient alchemical texts... To be honest, most of the content is outdated, or the species have become extinct, so there is not much meaning... But after all, it is a unique copy, so it still has some value."
"These books..." Weed asked in awe, "Have you read all of them?"
Nick Flamel blinked.
"Of course," he said. "I wouldn't have put them in my collection if they hadn't been carefully selected. Of course, Per helped me with a lot of the selection."
Vader nodded with some suspicion, his eyes fixed on the distance.
There were some bookshelves there. Not only were the shelves wrapped with iron chains, but most of the books were also tied up with magical chains, and there were also quite a few sealed boxes.
"Ah, you noticed... there is some dangerous knowledge in it, and it is dangerous just to open the book. Although I leave them to you, I hope you will never open them." Flamel said earnestly.
"If it's so dangerous, why isn't it destroyed?" Wade asked curiously.
"Because those are the wisdom left to us by our ancestors." Flamel said slowly: "Although it is dangerous, it may be useful one day."
"When will it be useful?" Vader asked.
"In Norse mythology, Odin, the king of the gods, dug out one of his eyes and threw it into the spring guarded by Mimir in order to gain supreme wisdom."
Flamel looked at Vader and said, "If one day you are willing to pay a greater price than him to gain certain knowledge, then you can open those books."
Wade felt a little terrified. He looked at the heavy chains and carefully suppressed his curiosity.
(End of this chapter)