Looking at the wooden door in front of him, Adam swallowed.
*Let me go, this process... the Red Bold Loyalty Curse?*
*Grandma, are you bringing me to meet some amazing person...?*
"Squeak."
The wooden door slowly opened, and under Adam's doubtful gaze, a pale face was revealed behind it—so white that he looked like a dead man, especially since the man was wearing pure white silk clothes.
"Oh, Emma, I'm so glad I got your letter earlier."
The man spoke slowly, his eyes full of joy.
"At that time... how many years ago was that? You wrote a letter saying you went to China, and we never heard from you again... This must be Adam?"
He stretched out his trembling hand and waved.
"Quick, come in, don't stand outside."
Sitting down on the sofa, Adam swallowed.
"Grandma, who is this old man?"
*Why does he look so much like an old friend I saw in a movie...?*
"He was a... friend of our family," Grandma replied, her expression complicated. Coupled with these vague words, Adam felt more and more that his guess might be true.
*Let me go, Grandma, do you have such strong connections?*
"Emma, come here and chat with me for a while."
Suddenly, a woman's voice sounded. Emma looked over and stood up, a little surprised. She nodded to Adam and hurried upstairs with her wife.
"I hope you like French black tea."
At that moment, the old man came over, carrying a tray with a pot of black tea and several cups on it.
"I'll do it," Adam offered, seeing that the old man's hands were shaking. He didn't look like he could pour tea with precision, so Adam moved to help. But the old man waved him off.
"What a good boy, but the magical world is more convenient for the elderly than you think."
The teapot stood up on its own, walked to the teacups, poured tea, and then passed the cup of black tea to Adam.
"I don't know if your grandmother introduced me to you. My name is Nico Flamel, and your grandmother is the daughter of a friend of mine."
Adam suppressed the shock in his heart, though there had been suspicions.
"My name is Adam. Adam Robert."
"Well, that's expected."
Nico Flamel smiled humorously and said, "Okay, then... let's get down to business."
After the two cups of tea were poured, Nico Flamel looked at Adam.
"Your grandmother explained in her letter that you have a premonition something dangerous will happen at Hogwarts, so you don't want to go back there, correct?"
"Yes, but... I'm afraid not... Can you help me?"
Adam's eyes lit up. If it was this person, maybe it really could work.
Although he had signed a contract with the Clow Card, Adam still didn't feel safe staying at Hogwarts. At most, he had a little more ability to protect himself.
After all, the Clow Card came from shoujo comics, and it didn't seem to have particularly outstanding combat skills. Voldemort's reputation, however, was gained through killing.
"If it's about transferring schools or something like that, I'm afraid I can't help."
The light in Adam's eyes dimmed.
"But I can give you this."
Nico Flamel took out a button from his pocket.
"This is a portkey."
"Portkey?"
"Yes, a magical item. After being activated with the corresponding spell, it will transport you directly here."
Nico Flamel pointed at his feet.
"This is the only way to quickly escape from Hogwarts. At the same time, this house is protected by powerful magic. Besides us, only my wife, Emma, and Dumbledore can enter. Dumbledore is the headmaster of Hogwarts. You know him, right?"
"Yes, I do."
Adam frowned.
"But I don't know how to activate the portkey's magic... I don't even know any magic yet."
"If I could know the moment you'd be in danger, as the maker of the portkey, I could set the activation time. Unfortunately, I can't predict that."
Nico Flamel looked into Adam's eyes.
"Although I did not predict specific events, I know something... bad is likely to happen at Hogwarts soon. So, if you are truly in danger, learning how to activate the portkey before then is the best way."
Adam clenched the button in his hand and nodded.
Before he could ask more, he hesitated to mention the Philosopher's Stone.
Of course, Adam shouldn't have known about it. When Nico Flamel provided a portkey and safe house as a destination, what reason did he have to refuse?
"Okay, I'll make sure to hand it over to Headmaster Dumbledore in person... but what is this?"
Adam couldn't help but ask.
"I thought you would hold back your curiosity... This is the Philosopher's Stone."
*The Philosopher's Stone?* Adam thought, his mind racing. He remembered that this stone should be in Gringotts, retrieved by Hagrid and taken to Dumbledore.
*Wait...*
He weighed the reliability of a child versus Hagrid in his mind.
Until he returned home, Adam couldn't believe he was carrying a stone capable of granting immortality and turning objects into gold.
"Adam, you're back!" came a voice.
"Was Diagon Alley fun... eh?"
After dinner, they returned to the room on the second floor. Mark and Spi in the Sealed Book couldn't wait to quarrel. Suddenly, Mark seemed to notice something and said:
"I feel the breath of a lot of magic power!"
"A lot of magic power... this?"
Adam reached into his pocket and pulled out the bag containing the Philosopher's Stone.
"That's right! Such a large amount of ownerless magic power... is it the Philosopher's Stone?! Adam, where did you get it?"
Mark actually knew the Philosopher's Stone?
Yes, Mark was the sealed beast representing the sun and Western magic. With the experience of Clow Reed, the great magician, it was possible he'd seen the Philosopher's Stone before... Adam remembered that Reed could even travel between parallel worlds.
But still...
"Mark, this is something someone asked me to deliver to someone else, so don't get any funny ideas."
Especially considering that the people involved were so formidable. No one really thought Nicolas Flamel, who had been guarding the Philosopher's Stone for over 600 years, had poor combat skills, right?
"Well... but with the Philosopher's Stone, we could condense our bodies and move freely. We could also use the Gan cards. I really want to eat cake~"
Mark's voice was full of reluctance, as if he were already biting into something.
"Idiot, don't you have a double card over there?" Spi interjected.
Adam sighed, feeling the weight of the Philosopher's Stone in his hand. The future seemed more uncertain than ever.
( End of the chapter)
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