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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 a normal person's body temperature.
This seemed to remind Vold—they were now of different races.
Carrel, startled by his action, looked up and tightly grasped Vold's arm.
Vold: "..."
Carrel forced a smile and released his grip, saying, "It's a bit chilly today. Let's go to the Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer."
Vold naturally agreed, as he was already planning to go 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 his group. Vold and Carrel made their way through the crowd, heading towards the bar, and the others welcomed them with smiles.
In a corner of the bar, a man in a gray wizard's robe sat, discreetly observing the group of children. A satisfied smile slowly spread across his face.
On the table in front of him, there was a piece of parchment and a quill.
At that moment, the quill started to move on its own, writing line after line on the parchment.
【Smooth integration... Harmonious relationship... The plan is proceeding smoothly...】
...
"Everything is going well."
The Tattooed Man closed the Companion Ledger and spoke calmly.
"That's good to hear," said the slightly plump woman, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. "Carrel is a stubborn child, and I was worried he might deliberately cause trouble to disrupt the mission—fortunately, he didn't."
"It seems your approach 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 truly affect him."
The woman smiled triumphantly, "It's not for nothing that I've spent so much time learning cooking—it's hard to understand how British cuisine can be so unappetizing, yet Carrel actually likes it. Did you see that? He's so touched he's almost in tears!"
Her originally gentle and kind appearance twisted as she smiled.
The person sitting 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," Major Baird explained.
The Tattooed Man, Major Baird, continued, "But he only knows about his companions at school and is unaware of your identity. There's no need to worry about him exposing you, Sela."
The third person in the room was none other than Professor Sela Abigail, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
Despite Baird's explanation, Professor Abigail still looked displeased and said angrily, "I've said it before—I don't need any extra help! And I'm about to get my hands on the puppet made by Vold Grey himself—a large puppet based on a magical creature! Do you understand what this means?"
"I know, and I can understand," Baird said patiently. "But the requirements of the mission have changed, Sela—the puppet is no longer the most important thing. The top priority is Vold Grey."
"What?!" Professor Abigail frowned. "There are so many alchemists in the world, why choose him? Under Dumbledore's nose, Arlan Magic Workshop and Terence Moore are not to be trifled with..."
"I'm well aware of the risks involved, Sela," Baird assured her. "I'm one of the mission executors, and Dumbledore might be less than a kilometer away from me right now.
Major Baird sighed and said, "But all the alchemists we invited back said that the puppet seemed like an enlarged version of a Wizard's Chess piece, 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—Sela, can you get the design blueprints of the puppet from Wade Grey?"
Professor Abigail shook her head solemnly.
"That's right," Major Baird said. "Alchemists inherently have a strong sense of copyright protection, and they guard their inventions very closely."
"More importantly, Wade Grey is a young and incredibly talented alchemist. The things he creates cannot even be replicated by other alchemists. So, if other alchemists can't accomplish a certain alchemy, is it possible that Wade Grey can?"
Professor Abigail's expression shifted slightly, and she said, "You mean..."
"Of course, I'm talking about the Sorcerer's Stone that grants eternal life!" Major Baird said, his voice filled with excitement. "For thousands of years, the only one who achieved this feat was Nick Lame. Other alchemists have been at a loss with the Philosopher's Stone."
"But even Nick Lame only created a semi-finished product—the Sorcerer's Stone could only grant him longevity, but not eternal youth!"
"So, do you understand now? Compared to those rigid thinkers who only follow books for their alchemy, Wade Grey is an incredibly pleasing gift for the leader! He is very likely to create a genuine Sorcerer's Stone!"
"Even if he only produces a semi-finished product like Nick Lame, it can still extend a person's short lifespan to six or seven hundred years."
"With such a long time, and with the organization's support, true eternal life is within reach!"
Professor Abigail's body trembled as she fully understood the implications.
She vaguely knew that the upper echelons of the organization did not seek powerful magic, but their goal remained unchanged—a healthier, longer, and younger life, preferably one 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 they also carried significant risks during the transformation process, and even after transformation, there weren't many benefits.
In contrast, the path of the Sorcerer's Stone was incredibly enticing!
—Transmutation and eternal life, all from a small stone that could satisfy the greatest desires of ordinary people.
The leader's most desired alchemist was Nick Lame, but later, it was heard that the old man destroyed the one-of-a-kind stone to prevent Voldemort from obtaining it, and he had already passed away.
They could only shift their focus to other alchemists.
Creating the Sorcerer's Stone was not only an enormous undertaking but also a rare success. Failure was the norm, and success was a mere coincidence resulting from the combination of wisdom, skill, willpower, and luck.
After countless failures, money was poured out like water, and in the end, nothing was gained. It was enough to make anyone lose their patience.
But the leader couldn't even blame the failed alchemists—after all, for thousands of years, only one person had succeeded. Wasn't it only natural for these people to fail as well?
They couldn't even determine whether this failure was inevitable or if the alchemists were deliberately causing it.
(End of Chapter)
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