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Chapter 376: The Ambition for Eternal Life
Chapter 376: The Ambition for Eternal Life
"What's wrong, Carrel?" Vold asked, noticing his pale face and peculiar expression.
Carrel's body seemed to tremble slightly, and Vold frowned, reaching out to touch his forehead.
His touch was icy cold, lacking even the warmth of a normal person.
This seemed to remind him that they were of different races now.
Carrel, startled by his action, looked up and tightly grasped Vold's arm.
Vold: "..."
Carrel forced a smile and released his arm, saying, "It's a bit chilly today. Let's go to the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer."
Vold naturally agreed, as he was already heading there.
The small inn was filled with smoke, creating a warm atmosphere. The aroma of alcohol and food wafted through the air, making it feel instantly cozy.
The bar was packed with HOGWARTS students, including Michael and the others, who were sitting together. Vold and Carrel made their way through the crowd, and the group welcomed them with smiles.
In a corner of the bar, a man dressed in a gray wizard's robe sat observing the children discreetly, slowly revealing a satisfied smile.
On the table in front of him, a parchment and a quill pen were laid out.
At that moment, the quill pen lifted itself and began to write line after line on the parchment.
【Smooth integration... Harmonious interaction... The plan is proceeding smoothly...】
...
"Everything is going well," the Tattooed Man said calmly, closing the Companion Ledger.
"That's good," the slightly plump woman said, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. "Carrel is a stubborn child, and I've been worried that he might deliberately cause trouble to disrupt the mission—fortunately, he didn't."
"It seems your method worked," the Tattooed Man said, turning to look at her. "For a child like him, ideals and beliefs hold little meaning, and neither money nor beauty has any appeal. Only family ties can choke him."
The woman smiled triumphantly, "It's not in vain that I've been studying cooking for so long—it's hard to understand why British cuisine is so terrible, but Carrel actually likes it. Did you see it? He's so touched he's almost crying!"
Her originally gentle and kind face twisted as she smiled, making her whole person seem distorted.
The person next to her couldn't bear to look anymore, so she turned to ask, "Major, what's so special about Carrel? Judging by his age, he should still be in the training camp."
"He's a childhood friend of Vold Grey and one of your assistants," the Tattooed Man—Major Baird—said.
"But he only knows that there are his companions at school and is unaware of your identity. There's no need to worry about him exposing you as well, Sela," Major Baird said.
The third person sitting in the room was Professor Sela Abigail, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Despite Major Baird's explanation, Professor Abigail still looked displeased and said angrily, "I've said it before, I don't need extra help! I'm about to get my hands on the puppet made by Vold himself—a large puppet based on a magical creature! Do you understand what this means?"
"I know, I can understand," Major Baird said patiently. "But the requirements of the task have changed, Sela—the puppet is no longer the most important thing. The most crucial aspect is Vold Grey."
"What?!" Professor Abigail frowned. "There are so many alchemists in the world. Why must it be him? Under Dumbledore's nose, Arlan Magic Workshop and Terence Moore are not to be trifled with..."
"I'm well aware of the dangers of this mission, Sela," Major Baird said. "I'm one of the task executors, and Dumbledore might be less than a kilometer away from me right now.
Baird sighed, "But all the alchemists we invited back said that the Puppet seemed to be just an enlarged version of Wizard Chess, and its craftsmanship was unprecedented. The creator must have an extraordinary and unimaginable level of alchemical skill."
"If they want to replicate the full version of the Puppet and mass-produce it, they must have the complete design blueprints. Sierra, can you obtain the design blueprints for the Puppet from Gray's hands?"
Abigail shook her head solemnly.
"That's right," Baird said. "Alchemists are naturally protective of their copyrights and keep their inventions well-guarded."
"More importantly, Wade Gray is a young and exceptionally talented alchemist. The things he creates cannot even be replicated by other alchemists. So, if other alchemists can't accomplish a certain alchemy, doesn't that mean he might be able to?"
Abigail's expression shifted, "You mean..."
"Of course, I'm talking about the Philosopher's Stone that grants eternal life!" Baird exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "For thousands of years, the only one to achieve this feat was Nick Lame! Other alchemists have been helpless in the face of the Philosopher's Stone."
"But even Nick Lame only created a half-finished product. The Stone could grant him eternal life, but it couldn't prevent aging!"
"So, do you understand now? Compared to those rigid thinkers who only follow books, Wade Gray is such a delightful gift for the leader! He might very well create the real Philosopher's Stone!"
"Even if he only produces a half-finished product like Nick Lame's, it could still extend a person's short lifespan to six or seven hundred years."
"With such a long time, coupled with the organization's support, true eternal life is within reach!"
Abigail trembled, now fully understanding.
She vaguely knew that the upper echelons of the organization didn't seek powerful magic; their goal remained unchanged—a healthier, longer, and younger life, preferably without an end.
Werewolves, vampires, wizards, and magical creatures were all sacrifices on their path of exploration.
However, not only were these paths limited in lifespan, but the transformation process also carried significant risks, and even after the transformation, there weren't many benefits.
In comparison, the path of the Philosopher's Stone was so alluring!
Transmutation and eternal life—the greatest desires of ordinary people could be fulfilled by a small stone.
In truth, the leader's most desired alchemist was Nick Lame, but later, they heard that the old man had destroyed the one-of-a-kind stone to prevent Voldemort from obtaining it and had already passed away.
They could only shift their attention to other alchemists.
However, not only was the process of creating the Philosopher's Stone extremely costly, but failure was the norm. Success was merely a coincidence resulting from the combination of wisdom, skill, willpower, and luck.
Facing repeated failures, money flowed like water, and in the end, they gained nothing. It was enough to test anyone's patience.
But the leader couldn't even blame the failed alchemists—after all, only one person had succeeded in a thousand years; wasn't it reasonable for these people to fail as well?
They couldn't even determine if this failure was inevitable or if the alchemists were deliberately causing it.
(End of Chapter)
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