Chapter 498
Inheritance Distribution
Chapter 498 Inheritance Distribution
In the following time, Wade helped Nico Flamel and Perenelle organize their various collections, which Flamel did not hesitate to call "legacy".
"If you think about it, we are really lucky." Perenal sat in an armchair covered with a blanket, holding a cup of hot tea, and said with a smile: "Many people don't have this opportunity!"
"These things help me recall the time we spent together." Flamel shook Perenelle's hand and smiled. "I found the ebony pipe you gave me. I remember it was a birthday present for my 380th birthday."
"Ah, I remember there was a piece of amber embedded in the tail." Perenelle also said in a nostalgic tone: "You liked it very much and used it for many years."
"There was still a little tobacco in the bowl when I found it! But it was all shattered into pieces with one touch," Flamel said regretfully.
The two of them sat on the balcony, their bodies pressed tightly together, chatting as they picked up small but precious fragments from their memories.
Perhaps because life was about to end, this couple who had been together for more than six hundred years now had endless things to talk about. However, Perenelle was in a bad mood and always fell asleep while talking.
At this time, Flamel would cover her with a blanket, straighten her hair, sit with his wife in silence for a while, and then sort out the clutter with Wade - but now he even finds it difficult to hold a thick book, and he has to stop and rest after a few minutes of work.
Over the past six centuries, Flamel has received countless Christmas gifts, including all kinds of magical items, precious materials, priceless paintings and jewelry... Even if he didn't deliberately collect them, he still had a lot of them.
He and Perenelle had no offspring, but they had many friends, and Flamel had deep ties to several magical schools, especially Beauxbatons, his alma mater.
Most of the relics that were sorted out were given to Flamel's friends, including some magical creatures.
From the West to the East, from the mountains to the oceans, even in the North Pole, this wizard has friends. Even he himself would be surprised when he counted.
He would donate some of these things to magic schools, hospitals or certain institutions, even including many Muggle universities and museums.
Some of them Flamel wanted to leave to the house-elves who had taken care of him and his wife for many years. Although the number was not large, it was enough to move the house-elves so much that they fell to the ground and cried.
"After I die, I hope you can take over them."
Flamel took Wade's hand and said, "House-elves without masters are more pitiful than stray dogs on the street. But I don't want them to fall into the hands of some unscrupulous wizards and be abused like slaves."
"Milo and the others are both cute and sensible house-elves. They also know some alchemy and will surely be able to help you."
"Don't worry." Wade assured, "I will take good care of them."
"Ah...I believe you."
Flamel smiled and said, "I heard that you took in a house-elf and treated him like one of your own family. That's why I decided to entrust Milo and the others to you."
"But there's no need for wages and clothes. You'll scare them, Vader... Not every elf is full of the spirit of freedom and resistance."
There were also some inheritances that Flamel planned to take to his grave, such as the pipe that Perenal had given him.
This part of the inheritance has no high value, but to Flamel, each one carries their precious memories and is priceless. Wade packed the last box, a green feather pen flew over, and quickly wrote the name and address of the recipient, and then a house elf put it on the shelf.
Hundreds of similar boxes were placed on the walnut bookshelf that extended to the roof. They looked only as big as ordinary shoe boxes and were not very heavy when picked up, as if there were only sweaters stuffed inside.
Of course, these disposable magic boxes can hold much more than what they appear on the outside. For some of them, as long as you tear off the seal, the contents can easily fill up an entire classroom in an instant.
Flamel had contacted the Owl Post Office in advance, and all the boxes would be mailed out at the agreed time - that is, after Flamel's death.
As for the part that was given to Muggle friends or organizations, Weed contacted the Muggle logistics company these days, and they used several trucks to take all the packages away.
The things were reduced bit by bit, and the room that was once full of things seemed a little empty. In the end, apart from the commonly used furniture, there were no more unnecessary items.
Of course, Flamel didn't keep Wade just to help him with the work. In the process of sorting out the collection, Flamel also talked to Wade about various thoughts on alchemy like a spring breeze and rain.
He never mentioned the knowledge that had already been written in books, but talked more about the creation process of alchemical items, such as how to create an oasis from a desert; sometimes he would also briefly talk about the transformation and transcendence of elements, the formation of life forms, thinking about time and space, the mysteries of the universe, etc.
"Ved, those seemingly impressive alchemies are actually mostly the same as adding a cleansing spell to a teacup."
Once, during a break, Flamel casually said: "The most profound alchemy is the transformation and unity of soul, spirit and magic."
"I don't understand, sir." Wade said, "You mean... human alchemy?"
"No... you don't need to understand..." Flamel seemed to have let something slip, and hurriedly added: "The pursuit of knowledge of origins is very dangerous, and its answer will only bring destruction."
Vader nodded thoughtfully.
Flamel did not leave any gold, silver, treasure, or powerful alchemical items to Vader. In addition to the pendulum clock collection room, he also gave Vader a box of alchemical materials.
Of course, although it is called "one box", the capacity of the boxes in the magical world is naturally very large.
"Child, tangible treasures will bring you disaster. Knowledge is the greatest treasure I leave for you."
Flamel said gently: "Knowledge is freedom, but also a burden, the most magical alchemy."
"It can bring power and wealth, and can turn ordinary stones into gold. It can also make people the masters of their own destiny. Once you have it, no one can take this treasure away from you."
"But you also have to understand the danger, Wade. I have seen many smart people. The more knowledge they have, the more crazy they become. They let what they have learned become a tool for their own destruction."
He paused, took a long breath, and then said tiredly: "Ved, remember - never become Ikaros."
(End of this chapter)