"Everyone wants to be a great wizard like Headmaster Dumbledore."
Albert gently stirred the black tea in front of him with a spoon, took a sip, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but praise: "Your craftsmanship is great, this is the best black tea I have ever tasted. If possible, please teach me how to make such a delicious cup of black tea."
If it were in his previous life, Albert really wouldn’t have been able to tell whether black tea was good or not, but after drinking black tea for several years in this life, he can really tell whether it tastes good or not.
I can only say that he is worthy of being a person who has lived for hundreds of years. The ratio of black tea, milk and sugar is really great.
"Of course." Perenelle smiled. "I tell you, Albus doesn't really like the tea I make. He always says it tastes too weak."
"Everyone has their own favorite taste. I heard that Headmaster Dumbledore prefers sweets." Albert tasted another piece of baked buckwheat biscuits on the plate. It was also great, with a strong wheat aroma. The more he ate, the more delicious it became, but it was not sweet.
For people who like sweets, it’s not very tasty!
As the two old men talked, they recalled their first meeting with Dumbledore.
Similar to Albert, Dumbledore met the Flamel couple through the introduction of other wizards. However, unlike Albert, Dumbledore had been exchanging letters with the Flamel couple for several years before meeting them.
After graduating from Hogwarts School and traveling around the world, Dumbledore passed through France and met the Flamel couple for the first time through an acquaintance.
When the two sides met for the first time, they had a lot of common topics and had a very pleasant chat.
Dumbledore then spent several months in France, spending most of his time discussing magic and alchemy with Nico.
"At that time, we worked together to find other uses for dragon's blood and successfully created a spot remover."
"Headmaster Dumbledore discovered the twelve uses of dragon's blood. I memorized this in the book."
"Well, this statement is actually wrong." Nico took a sip of red tea and recalled, "When Albus found other uses for dragon blood, some of the uses of dragon blood had already been invented by other wizards. However, information exchange in that era was not as convenient as it is now, so not many people knew about this."
"Later, Albus published a paper on the uses of dragon's blood, which directly led to most wizards believing that Albus discovered twelve uses for dragon's blood."
"I remember Dumbledore once clarified this matter," Perenelle said, "but it was spread by word of mouth and no one really cared whether he invented the use of dragon blood or not."
"I remember that Ivan Dillonsby once claimed that when Dumbledore 'borrowed' his paper, he had already discovered eight uses for dragon's blood." Harris laughed as he talked about an event that happened more than a decade ago. "In fact, Ivan Dillonsby was a step late. He thought that Dumbledore had stolen his achievements, so he slandered Dumbledore everywhere. That guy didn't have a good reputation. I remember that he claimed that he had cracked the formula of Floo Powder, but when he tried it, he blew himself out of the fireplace."
Listening to the reminiscences of several people, Albert felt that he had really broadened his horizons. Although he did not care about Dumbledore's past, he did not mind listening to it as a story. Sometimes it was really interesting, especially those dusty pasts.
The truth of history is often not necessarily the information recorded on parchment.
After all, that's what the victors write.
"Please forgive my nagging habit. It's what happens when you get older." Nico said to Albert with a smile while drinking the cold tea.
"No, these past events are very interesting." Albert shook his head to indicate that he did not mind. "My grandfather also liked to tell me stories from the past."
"By the way, can you tell me about the fourteenth century? What was that like?" he continued. "I heard that magic was more prosperous in ancient times than it is now. Many magic and alchemy techniques have disappeared in this era."
"It's not that it disappeared." Nico shook his head, "It's that it's no longer suitable."
"Not suitable?" Albert pondered the meaning of this.
"The fourteenth century was called the Dark Ages," the old man recalled. "To some extent, this statement was actually correct. It was a very ignorant and dark era. Although wizards had their own rules and constraints, most of them were relatively unscrupulous, and they did not hide like wizards do now, so they created a false impression of prosperity."
"Knowledge was very valuable in that era, and many wizards would hide their knowledge. Since there was little communication between them, wizards could only try to develop some magic, and most of these magics were just messy spells. When you don't know much magic, these magics become very valuable."
"However, most spells have been obsoleted by time."
"Sure enough, the so-called prosperity is just one's own perception of prosperity." Albert murmured.
"Yes, it is undeniable that some magic has been lost, but a lot of magic has survived the test of time." Nico explained softly, "It's just that this part of the knowledge is well preserved, and you need to come into contact with it specifically to know these things."
"For ease of management?" Albert murmured.
"Yes, for ease of administration."
The one who answered him was not Nico, but Mr. Harishis, who had been silent since a while ago.
"Maybe I shouldn't talk about this."
"Few people can see these things clearly." Nico said, "However, everything has two sides. It is indeed more peaceful now than before."
"But it is undeniable that it was an era when even Muggles were very keen on alchemy." Nico changed the subject, "That was indeed the heyday of alchemy. Many theories, origins and research were born in that era."
"For alchemy?"
"Yes, for alchemy, to get rich." Perenelle said with a smile, "At least, most Muggles at that time did so for this purpose."
"You are the only ones who succeeded." Albert said with a smile.
"The Philosopher's Stone cannot be used to refine gold." Nico shook his head and denied it.
"But you are already immortal."
"It wasn't gold. We only realized that later." Nico's tone was helpless. "It was like gold made by using a Transfiguration or Cloning spell."
"Of course, Muggles can't tell."
Realizing that Nico seemed reluctant to talk about the Philosopher's Stone, Albert steered the conversation in another direction.
He would occasionally ask some questions about alchemy, and would take the protective bracelet he made to Nico for advice, hoping that the other party could give him some good advice.
Nico really knows a lot of things, because the alchemy of that era encompassed a lot of things. Although he might not be proficient in it when he was young, or even could only dabble in it, but as people live longer, they understand everything they should understand.
Albert's situation was different. He was only a thirteen-year-old boy.
During his communication with Albert, Nico vaguely realized that the boy in front of him possessed extraordinary talent.
Magical is a very appropriate word to describe it.
In fact, Nico knew something about the Wildsmith family, and he had dealt with more than one "Wildsmith".
The topics the two talked about next covered many areas, and Albert gave his own opinions based on his own understanding.
Even if he didn't check, he knew that the experience of panel skills was increasing rapidly.
The chat went on intermittently for several hours until noon, when both sides stopped to have lunch. While Albert was enjoying the French food, he realized that Harris had quietly left.
"You can stay here for a while. Mr. Harrisis will come to pick you up in a few days." Perenal said to Albert.