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Chapter 80 The Whereabouts of Lemaître

Chapter 81 The Whereabouts of Lemaître

Ares only visited about one-tenth of Nicolas Lemaître's underground treasure trove.

It wasn't that he didn't want to finish reading it, but at the very least, he had to consider Madame Lemaître's health condition.

"It's alright, child. If you want to continue watching, feel free to do so."

Madame Lemaître, with her keen insight into people's hearts, naturally noticed the hint of regret in Ares's dark eyes. She smiled, took Ares's arm, and said...

"I have seen enough, madam."

Ares nodded respectfully to the old lady, who was twenty times his age.

He could tell that Madame Lemaître had exhausted all her strength, which was already frail and old, in order to accommodate him.

boom!

Ares pulled a wheelchair out of thin air, helped Madame Lemaître into it, and slowly pushed her upstairs.

"I have a question, Madam."

The Flamels are the only remaining "immortals" in the contemporary magical world, while Ares is probably one of only two transmigrators in this world. Perhaps it is this shared experience of weathering countless changes that allows Ares to sense a kindred spirit in Madame Flamel.

This sense of familiarity allowed Ares to speak his mind freely, "Everyone knows that you and Mr. Flamel possess the Philosopher's Stone, and the potions made from it can grant you immortality... So why didn't you consider bestowing this 'immortality' upon your descendants... You mentioned before that you and Mr. Flamel have children?"

"Hehe, you're not the first person to ask that, kid."

The two walked through the black velvet curtain and into the sloping passageway. Madame Lemaître's smile was serene, showing no signs of unease.

Instead of answering Ares' question directly, she asked, "If I were to bestow upon you immortality, would you accept it, child?"

The dimly lit passageway echoed with the eerie creaking of wooden wheels rolling over the stone slabs.

"Hard to say—"

It wasn't until they reached the first floor that Ares's calm expression softened, and his eyes flickered with thought. "Immortality...it sounds wonderful, but when I imagine actually facing it...there's a sense of fear."

"Immortality is never a gift, but a curse."

Madame Lemaître allowed Ares to push her to the table. Through the rising steam from two bowls of bland pea soup, she gazed gently at Ares. "This is Lemaître's misfortune... He suffered this curse, and I willingly share this heavy fate with him. As for our descendants... they don't need to endure this suffering."

Ares lowered his head to savor the bland mung bean porridge, trying not to let his thoughts be exposed to Madame Lemaître's calm yet sharp gaze.

He could understand why the Lemaîtres didn't want their children to live forever... but what Madame Lemaître just said... sounded as if they were forced to keep drinking the elixir of immortality.

This is something that can't be questioned further.

Because if his judgment is accurate, it must involve some major secrets in the minds of the Lemaîtres, and even if he asked, Ares did not believe he could get the real answer.

And this is the difference between the book and the real world.

In the original story, after the Philosopher's Stone was destroyed, Dumbledore simply mentioned that Flamel had prepared enough elixir of immortality to deal with his affairs.

But right now... everything seems much more complicated.

Being familiar with the plot doesn't mean knowing everything that happens in this world with the naturally mysterious element of magic—Ares understood this point deeply once again through this visit.

There's no need to discuss anything too serious for the rest of the breakfast.

Ares, who also grew up in the countryside, chatted with Madame Lemaître about rural life, and his natural sense of humor could make anyone laugh if he wanted to.

In short, it was a breakfast that everyone enjoyed.

During this pleasant conversation, Madame Lemaître also provided answers to some unspoken questions.

"It's a pity, child, you didn't get to see Lemaître this time."

Madame Lemaître, who had just laughed so hard at Ares's joke that she was out of breath, clutched her chest. "I swear, he would have loved you... It's a shame he's been back in Beauxbatons for a while."

"Beauxbatons?"

Ares looked at the old lady opposite him with great interest.

"Oh, yes, that's right... that's where I met Lemaître."

Madame Lemaître smiled and said, "We both have a deep affection for that school... For the past two or three hundred years, we would return to Beauxbatons almost every year for a period of time. Lemaître and I both liked to go back in the autumn because the maple forests on the back hills were beautiful then... Lemaître would share some alchemy insights with the students of Beauxbatons."

But over the years, even the elixir of immortality couldn't save our legs... Yet Lemaître still insists on returning to the university every two years to lecture to freshmen... but he doesn't want me to go through that anymore.

"You two are truly a loving couple."

Ares's praise was sincere: "The young wizards of Beauxbatons are also enviable, being able to listen to Mr. Flamel's teachings... Oh, compared to that, a certain old man who likes to hide in his office plotting schemes seems rather incompetent."

"Albus is indeed a bit too thoughtful."

Mrs. Flamel smiled and said, "As for listening to Flamel's teachings... well, if you think it's appropriate, I can ask him when he returns if he'd also like to go to Hogwarts to teach a couple of lessons to the young wizards."

"Oh, that's wonderful!"

Ares nodded in approval.

Madame Lemaître gave Ares more than just this one surprise—

"Take this, child."

Before leaving, Madame Lemaître rummaged around in an old dresser in the living room for a while and pulled out a bottle that looked like a Muggle IV drip, containing a pale golden potion with plankton that was almost invisible to the naked eye floating on it.

Madame Lemaître tremblingly placed the medicine bottle into Ares's hand.

Even when discussing immortality earlier, Ares expressed his fear of it.

When this "authority" was truly placed before Ares, it still caused his heart to race.

He didn't ask, but he knew what kind of elixir of immortality was in his hand!

"I cannot accept this, Madam."

In the bright courtyard, Ares's expression shifted between light and dark.

He strained to tear his gaze away from the bottle, looking at Madame Lemaître's kind face. "This...is too precious, and you and Mr. Lemaître have very little left. I cannot accept it."

"Not much left?"

Madame Lemaître laughed in a hoarse voice, "You've always heard such nonsense, child... Over the centuries, Lemaître has produced more elixirs of immortality than you just saw in that room downstairs."

Even without the Philosopher's Stone, it's enough for us to live another thousand years... Take it, child. Although you don't yearn for immortality, you never know when you might need it.

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