Dumbledore and Tiera stood at the door for about two minutes before they finally saw a tall and thin white figure walking down the stairs slowly——

It was a tall and thin old man in a white dress, with long silver-white hair, walking slowly, step by step, his wrinkled pale face as if the chrysanthemum bloomed like a corpse, revealing a kind of Tierra It should be a happy expression.

"Albus!" The old man, or Nick Lemay, shouted happily, like a gossamer. At the same time, he went down the stairs, turned to the right, and walked towards the experimental bench next to him.

After another minute, Dumbledore and Tierra saw that Nick Lemay finally walked to the side of the test bench, took a few breaths while holding on to the test bench, then slowly squatted down, and walked out of the cabinet of one of the test benches. Take out a tea set and a glass bottle like a kettle-

"Don't we need to help Mr. Nicknamel?" Tiera asked quietly, approaching Dumbledore.

"Oh, no need..." Dumbledore also replied in a low voice, "We'll just stand here and wait. This is Lemay's laboratory. He doesn't like others tampering with the things in his laboratory."

"Sit down." After filling the teapot with the liquid in the glass jug, Nick Lemay greeted Dumbledore and Tiera and said, "Dumbledore, you are a regular visitor here, greet our little Tiera quickly. Take a seat."

"Okay." Dumbledore held Tiera in one hand and the skirt of his wizard's robe in the other, bypassing the piles of pale yellow parchment scattered on the ground, and came to the sofa in the center of the living room.

"You haven't been here for a long time, Dumbledore." After Dumbledore and Tiera sat down, Nikolay tremblingly walked towards the sofa with a teapot and three teacups on a tray.

"I didn't seem to see Mr. LeMay set tea just now." After sitting on the sofa, Tiera whispered to Dumbledore.

"Don't worry," Dumbledore said, tilting his head. "That glass bottle contains the elixir of life."

Tierra:  …

"What?"

"Elixir of life," Dumbledore said again, then stood up—

At this time Nicknamed had walked to the coffee table on the sofa, Dumbledore got up, took the tray from Nicknamed and placed it on the coffee table, then picked up the teapot and poured out three cups of light cyan liquid.

Dumbledore first took a glass and put it in Nick Lemay's hand, and then took a glass to Tiera.

"Thank you." Tiera responded.

Finally, Dumbledore picked up a glass and drank it himself.

"Try it now, little Tiera." Nick Lemay smiled at Tiera after sitting down with the teacup, "This is my newly developed lime-flavored elixir, how about you try it? ?"

Tierra:  …

This is really a drought, a drought, a flood, and a flood.

Over there, Voldemort has been planning for a semester to ask for a bottle of elixir, but it's better for you to use the elixir as a drink.

Tiera picked up the teacup and took a sip—

The elixir in the teacup was cold, but after drinking it, Tiera felt like a ball of fire rolled into her stomach—

Before Tiera could react—

Tiera only felt as if a lime had exploded in his stomach, and countless warm currents with the scent of lime swept across Tiera's body in an instant—

"Pfft—" Tiera's face turned red, and then her body turned blue again, her complexion as if she had been soaked in a lime-colored bathtub for a whole day.

"Hohoho--" Dumbledore laughed happily, and even Nick Lemay laughed like a gossamer.

"Sorry sorry." After laughing, Nick Lemay said, "Because the people who come to visit me are usually old guys, so I have never considered the situation of young people drinking elixir... The cyan color on your body... should be It will fade in about a week."

"Okay..." Tiera rubbed her face helplessly—

What else can he do? The old man in front of him is more than 600 years old. He is still the ancestor of modern Western chemistry, and he treats himself with elixir of life.

"Thank you for the elixir though, Monsieur Lemay." Tiera said with a toast, then took another gulp of the elixir—

"It's delicious," Tiera said politely.

"Thank you." Nicknamed also took a sip, then leaned back on the sofa and said, "So...you're the kid who stole my Philosopher's Stone?"

"Pfft-cough-cough-" Tiera, who was drinking her third elixir, choked.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lemay." Tiera said, blushing. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lemay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have let Voldemort control me, I shouldn't have stretched my sinful thinness to you. the Sorcerer's Stone."

——Anyway, the apology is right. Anyway, Tiera's apology is not bad. Although he dumped the blame on Voldemort, the Philosopher's Stone is indeed lying in his library now.

"Oh... Forget it..." Nicknamed, surprised at Tiera's frankness, glanced at Dumbledore, then waved his hand and said, "I have enough elixir anyway..."

"But hey...you're being honest." Nick Lemay said with another smile, then put down the teacup in his hand and waved at his experimental bench—

A quill pen and a thick-shell notebook flew in front of Nick Lemay, Nick Lemay let the notebook float in front of him, and then turned to the blank page—

"Then, Albus should have said the purpose of your coming here, right," Nick Lemay said.

"Yes, Mr. Lemay," Tiera replied, "Headmaster Dumbledore said you would like to make me an alchemical arm and an alchemical eye."

"Okay, let's talk about it." Nick Lemay picked up the quill and tapped on the notebook. "If you have any requirements for your arms and eyes, just say it."

"Really?" Tiera asked excitedly, "You can meet all your requirements?"

"Of course." Nick Lemay said proudly, "I can proudly say that ~lightnovelpub.net~ I am the most accomplished alchemist in the world... um... Except for Kunlun Mountain, Longhu Mountain, Laoshan, etc. I'm the greatest alchemist in the world today, save for the old immortal guarding a broken furnace."

"Are those places where Chinese wizards gather?" Tiera asked in surprise.

"Of course," said Dumbledore. "Otherwise, where do you think those Taoist legends came from? Are they all made up by Muggles?"

"So China also has a Ministry of Magic? What are they like? Are they hidden like the UK?" Tiera asked excitedly, "Can I work at the Chinese Ministry of Magic after graduation?"

Dumbledore:  …

Nick Lemay:  …

The two old people, who were more than seven hundred and nearly eight hundred years old, looked at each other.

"Of course...but why don't you stay in England?" Dumbledore asked sadly. "Don't you want to accompany this lousy old man on the last leg of his journey?"

"I don't like the food, the climate, and the water," Tiera said. "I'm afraid I'll go bald."