Chapter 402 Prophet Abraham
Evan did not know why Flamel needed him, or what he could trust in. If it was something difficult, perhaps Flamel would be better off turning to Dumbledore.
However, by observing Flamel's expression, it seemed that only Evan could accomplish it.
"It is true that I am the only known creator of the Philosopher's Stone in the magical world," Flamel said slowly, "But I am not its inventor; at best, I have made small improvements on it. In fact, this advanced alchemy was originally the work of ancient wizards, who used the Philosopher's Stones as a continuous source of Magical Power for the exploration of the unknown existence, not for the Elixir of Life or for making gold."
Evan nodded, already familiar with this. Each of the Four Founders of Hogwarts left a Philosopher's Stone, which they turned into keys to unlock secret treasures following ancient usage methods.
This was what he knew for sure, but Evan had his speculations. He thought that perhaps the ancient sorcerers created the Philosopher's Stone to summon evil spirits.
Perhaps that is what Flamel meant by the 'greater unknown existence.'
This inference also explained why the evil god discovered by the Centaurs would teach the fallen ones the power of the Philosopher's Stone to invoke their magic in the world. Not only that, but through further investigation of the underground remains of Aragog's Lair, Evan had decisive evidence.
He believed that in the process of becoming or transforming into an evil god, Herpo the Foul had also used a Philosopher's Stone.
Unsurprisingly, at the most critical steps, he must have utilized the power of a Philosopher's Stone to merge his soul with the body of the evil god he created.
"With the disappearance of the ancient sorcerers, the art of creating the Philosopher's Stone was also lost," Flamel closed his eyes and showed an evocative expression. "But by chance, I obtained that semi-finished Philosopher's Stone and a book..."
Evan's heart was moved. He had read the biography of Nicolas Flamel, which mentioned a mysterious magic book that was also considered the basis of modern alchemy.
It was said that Flamel made the Philosopher's Stone according to the records of that book.
"The book was bequeathed by a man named Abraham," Flamel said softly. "Perhaps you are not familiar with this name. In the Muggle world, he is considered a prophet of Judaism, Christianity, and Islam, a chosen and blessed individual by God among all living beings on Earth, a messenger of God to the world, and a common ancestor of both the Hebrews and the Arabs."
Flamel paused for a moment, allowing Evan time to digest this startling news.
"Of course, besides being a prophet, he has many other identities. In the magical world, he is one of the most powerful ancient wizards in history, with very strong power," Flamel spoke slowly. "Abraham is a man who lives in legend. I used to think he was fictional, a non-existent man, but I did not expect to obtain the magic book he left behind."
Flamel took a deep breath and continued speaking slowly with an ancient voice, "I remember graduating from Beauxbatons. At home, I found a steady job at the Ministry of Magic. However, my mind was filled with restless ideas, and guided by them, I eventually followed a group of people from Paris to Egypt on a reckless expedition, despite my family's advice."
"No one could have imagined that my ordinary life would change drastically during that expedition," Flamel continued. "There was nothing commendable about the expedition itself. After a few months of travel, we found a relic left by an ancient Egyptian wizard according to a Treasure Map that I don't know where we got it from. Everything seemed to be going well, but behind the door awaited not a treasure, but four hungry and angry Manticores. After a hurried battle, the few of us who were still alive scattered and fled."
Evan could envision the situation at that moment. Faced with that extremely perilous monster, not even the thought of fighting should cross one's mind. Turning around and fleeing was the most prudent choice.
"I got lost in the desert alone, without food, without fresh water, without hope... I thought I would die there," Flamel said, clutching his robe. "I still remember that night. After the scorching day had passed, the desert quickly shifted to the other extreme. There was no warmth in the vast expanse of cold sand, and the entire desert smelled of death."
"I was dying alone in the cold sand; my wand had been destroyed in battle; I had no way to Apparate. In fact, even if I had a wand, I wouldn't be able to do anything. The desert seemed to possess a potent magic. Under its interference, all my magic and magical items were rendered useless." Over 600 years had passed, yet when mentioning this incident, Flamel's voice carried a hint of despair. "After exhausting the last bit of physical strength, I collapsed and fell onto the yellow sand."
Sensing the desperation in Flamel's voice, Evan tried to envision the scene.
In the endless desert, a person was alone and helpless, death closing in slowly, its image becoming clearer in their mind.
"That night, I had a dream!" Flamel frowned. "To this day, I cannot describe how magical that dream was. Perhaps I have a prophetic heritage. In short, in that dream, I met a man with a strange scepter. He said he was Abraham. He told me I would obtain a magic book. If I studied it diligently and understood it thoroughly, I could gain extraordinary power from it."
Evan pondered as well. Could Flamel's dream be merely a prophecy?!
Or in other words, could it be a powerful force acting on his mind as he slept?
Perhaps it was the magic left behind by an ancient sorcerer named Abraham sending him a message. It was not impossible for ancient sorcerers to do so.
"The next morning, I miraculously awoke. Although my body was abnormally weak, I survived!" Flamel said, picking up speed as he spoke. "And that dream came true. Under divine guidance, I was rescued by a Muggle Arab caravan. In gratitude, I gave them all my Galleons of Gold, and in return, they gave me an ancient and massive book, and a stone."
