Weird Nick Lemay

Sherlock looked at Nicolas Flamel who was surrounded by a group of wizards, then looked at the closed building in the yard, and recalled the scene where Nicolas Flamel came out just now.

It was as if he had come from the backyard of the small building, not from inside the house.

It was just an insignificant little detail, but Sherlock paid attention to it.

"Let's go, let's go too." Seeing Flamel talking to the visitors, Fleur called Sherlock and Harry to the outermost edge of the crowd.

"...Sorry everyone, I went to Lyon with Perenelle the other day, and I just came back today, causing us to be delayed for so long."

Nicolos seemed to be a rather mild-mannered old man, and after seeing the visitors, he first apologized.

"And because of my tardiness, I made you all come to my house on the same day, and I can't entertain you in the house, so I can only meet you all outside. However, I am also very clear about your purpose, and there are still some important things we need to discuss. And in my lawn isn't very suitable, come to the back of the yard, there is a more open space here."

They followed Flamel to the back of the yard.

When Sherlock walked next to Lemay's house, he deliberately observed his garden.

In Flamel's house, there was a large back garden, which is definitely more than enough to entertain the dozen or so wizards here.

But for some reason, he did not choose this back garden, but outside the home.

As Nick Lemay said, there is a large open space at the back of his yard, which was very remote, no Muggles passed by, and there was a dense forest not too far away.

He seems to be prepared here. There are many seats and small round tables on the lawn of the open space, and there are some desserts and tea cups on them. It looked like a tea party.

The visitors sat down on chairs around a small round table, and Nick Lemay received letters of introduction from everyone.

He stood in the middle and said in a circle.

"This long life has made me tired of life, and death is something everyone must experience."

"I figured this out a year ago, so after consulting with my wife, Perenelle, we decided to destroy the Philosopher's Stone. We started prepping for our eventual death, and to prevent the Philosopher's Stone from falling to someone with bad intentions we destroyed it."

"But the Philosopher's Stone is, after all, the most wonderful work of my life. Even if it is destroyed, the fragments left behind still have magical powers beyond imagination."

"So I plan to send these fragments out to the new generation in the magic world, as the last thing to leave this wonderful magic world before dying."

The visitors all applauded, and Nicolos Flamel's generosity made them all beneficiaries.

Sherlock also admired the old man's ideological realm very much. He gave up immortality something almost everyone wanted.

For example, Riddle, who even split his own soul for immortality, and the Malfoy family who had a long line of different heirs and masters amassed wealth spanning generations.

And this, old man in front of him abandoned it.

He took out a small blood-red crystal from his pocket, allowing everyone to see its dazzling colour under the reflection of sunlight.

"A fragment of the Philosopher's Stone, the magic it retains can still make it a powerful alchemical item. As for the usefulness of this alchemical item...you can explore it yourself after you get it."

Nick Lemay took the shard of the Philosopher's Stone back into his pocket.

At this time, Sherlock seemed to see a familiar sign on the arm where Nick Lemay put down the hand briefly exposed, and he was stunned for a moment.

Nick Lemay continued.

"But it's too simple and boring to give you the fragments directly. So, I want to play a small game with you."

"There are twenty-three fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, and there are seventeen of you here. I hid all the fragments in that forest."

He pointed to the forest not far away.

"You can go to the woods to find them. No matter how many pieces you can find, the fragments you find belong to you."

At this time, someone couldn't help but ask a question.

"What if none of them are found?"

"Then I can only say sorry, and it depends on your own luck whether you can find it or not." Nick Lemay said loudly, "And in the process of searching for the Philosopher's Stone fragments, for the sake of fairness, all of you can't use magic it's forbidden. Before you leave for the woods, you can temporarily leave your wand with me for safekeeping."

After hearing this, the visitors below began to whisper.

"Seventeen people, looking for twenty-three fragments, the probability that everyone can find one is quite high," Fleur said eagerly.

Sherlock frowned.

"Why play this game? What to do if there is a conflict while searching for fragments."

"A conflict?" Harry asked in confusion.

"If someone finds two Philosopher's Stone shards, but you don't find one of them, do you think you will just look at you? Or will he want to steal one from you or both of them?"

Fleur and Harry were silent when they heard Sherlock's words.

The people around, were happily discussing how to find the shards and who would find the most. Fleur said hesitantly.

"Everyone seems to be in harmony, so they shouldn't do such a thing."

Sherlock didn't answer Fleur's words, he just looked at Nicolos Flamel with a thoughtful expression.

I always felt that what he said last, the little game of finding the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone, did not match the story he had said earlier.

What made him even more suspicious was the sign he had seen on three people in a row within two days.

Just when he felt that something was wrong, this little game of finding the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone had already begun.

A couple of wizards who couldn't wait to start searching quickly got up from their chairs, left their wands to Flamel, and then entered the woods.

Almost all of the visitors then joined in, leaving their wands in the custody of Nicolos Flamel and walking into the woods.

Soon the only people sitting on this lawn were Sherlock and the others.

Fleur couldn't wait any longer.

"Aren't you going to participate? Wasn't your purpose of coming to France to get the Philosopher's Stone fragment from Mr. Flamel?"

Harry looked up at Sherlock too, but Sherlock shook his head.

"I came to visit Flamel. The main purpose of my trip here is was relax my mind. As for the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone." Sherlock smiled, "I'm not very interested in the thing, maybe the complete Philosopher's Stone if it wasn't broken. Let me think about it. If you want to try it, don't worry about us, just go in."

Fleur stood up from her chair.

"Then I'll try it out, and if I can find two, I'll give you a piece."

Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Then I will thank you in advance for your generosity."

Fleur walked over to Nicolos Flamel, handed over her wand, and then walked into the woods.

Now there are only Sherlock, Harry and Nicolos.

Nick Lemay apparently noticed them, and he walked over to them and asked with a smile on his face.

"Aren't you going to go in and try?"

Sherlock waved his hand.

"I'm travelling with my students this time. I'm very lucky to be able to see you here with my own eyes. Those fragments of the Philosopher's Stone should be taken by a more suitable person."

Nick Lemay looked at Sherlock and Harry's faces, recalling the letter of recommendation they gave him before they sat down.

"You are wizards from England, recommended by Dumbledore."

Hearing his address to Dumbledore, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yes, sir, I am Sherlock Forrest, Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and this is my student Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter!"

After hearing the name, Nick Lemay's face suddenly showed a surprised expression, and he turned his eyes to Harry.

"It really surprises me to see you here."

Strangely, after learning of Harry's identity, he was actually interested in Harry's wand in his pocket.

"Is this your wand?"

Harry took out his wand in a daze and showed it to Nick.

"Yes, I got it at Ollivander's."

Niicolos took Harry's wand from Harry's hands, stroking the body of the wand gently with both hands.

"Holly, about eleven inches. This wood is often chosen by masters who are often embroiled in danger and spiritual tasks. Harry Potter, you are just right for it."

He said softly, then waved Harry's wand.

"Orchideous."

A beautiful orchid bloomed at the tip of the wand.

"Ah, the core of the wand is actually a phoenix tail feather. It shouldnt match well with Holly, but as long as it is matched together, it is a magic wand that is infallible."

Nick Lemay expressed great admiration for Harry's wand and then returned it to Harry's hands.

Sherlock, who had been watching him silently, saw a trace of greed that was suppressed in his brown pupils, and the movement he gave Harry's wand was very twisted and even seemed a little reluctant.

"Excuse me, you can rest here for a big. I think someone in the woods might return with a fragment soon."

He nodded to Sherlock and Harry, then walked to the edge of the forest holding the box full of wizard wands.

After his figure disappeared, Sherlock's eyes gradually turned cold and he stood up from the chair.

"Go back to the car and wait for me, Harry," he said flatly. "Wait for me in the car. Remember, when you see me, ask me where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is. If I can't answer, use a spell. Attack me with no mercy!"

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Editor: I'll be having a 1-day break to stock up on chapters to mass release all the way to #70

Omg a cliff hanger i should do more of those maybe take a month break after one as well

#50

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