Chapter 34: Nicolas Flamel

Hogwarts Library

Harry snuck out of the Thousand Sunny and arrived at Hogwart's Library via his Blink-Blink Fruit powers. Thanks to his new Invisibility cloak he isn't spotted by Filch who is currently patrolling the now empty library. The faint warm glow from his lantern can be seen in the distance and between the terraced bookcases, fortunately Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat is around to assist her master on the patrols. Harry kept his distance from Filch, he doesn't know if the invisibility cloak he now wears is fully effective in close contact and he doesn't want to risk it. He quietly heads for the fenced area of the restricted section, he picks the lock open, for he knows that the lock is protected by an anti-alohamora charm but fortunately it's can be picked by a simple lock pick, clearly the witches and wizards weren't expecting muggle thieves to sneak in and break into the fenced section to browse at these dangerous tomes.

Harry successfully picked the lock and quietly opens the gate, making sure that the hinges are lubricated and not cause any rusty screaks while he opens it. Fortunately, the hinges didn't creak and Filch was none the wiser. Harry pulls out his wand and casts Lumos so he can start searching through the book cases. He shines across rows of books skimming through the titles on time, all starting with the letter F. Since he is looking for any information on Nicolas Flamel, and it's common for the surname to be introduced first in books, he searches for the row where the books start with the letter F, which makes sense since the books are organized alphabetically.

"Famous Fire Eaters... Fifteenth Century Fiends... Flamel, Nicolas Flamel... where are you?" said Harry as he uncover his head and stops to take out one of the books from the bookcase. He holds his wand with his teeth so it can still use Lumos to help him see in the dark while holding a thick heavy book with both hands. He opens up the books so he can skim through the contents, but suddenly a screaming face emerges from the pages and yells out loudly throughout the library. Harry quickly slams the book shut to stifle the screaming face's screams which muffles within the book covers.

But it was too late, the book's screams have alerted Filtch.

"Who's there!" exclaimed Filch as his shout echoes all around the library.

Harry casts Nox to cancel his Lumos and pulls the hood of his invisibility cloak over his head so he can be fully invisible before Filch could approach him.

"I know you're in here" said Filch as he reached the F Bookcases, "You can't hide"

Harry stays still and silent when he sees the cantankerous caretaker enter the restricted section, with his lantern held high so to shine it's warm light ahead. Filch sneers as he scans around for anything suspicious, but sees nothing. However, the caretaker continues to sneer and slowly moves forward and listens carefully for any sound of hasting footsteps.

"Who's there, show yourself!" said Filch as he walks across the bookcases between him and the invisible Harry. Harry would blink back to the Sunny, but the stress and worry of staying hidden from filch wouldn't let him. He needs to be calm in order to use the Blink-Blink fruit powers efficiently or else he'd screw up his point of destination. So, Harry waits for Filch to walk pass him so he can sneak his way out of the library, he can't risk using his powers while the caretaker is on patrol, he needs to go to a place to do it.

Ok, don't panic, Harry, Harry thought to himself as he reaches for the door and opens it. Just head out the library, find an empty room to hide in and calm yourself before you use your powers to go back to the Sunny...uh oh!

Harry quietly sneaks away and exits the library, but what he didn't expect is that waiting on the other side is Mrs. Norris. The cat may not see Harry, but she can smell and sensed the air flow from his movements with her long whiskers. She looks ahead at Harry despite not seeing, but knows he's there. Harry is trying not to freak out, he moves aside and backs away slowly, but hastens the pace when the red-eyed cat starts to approach him, undoubtedly trying to catch him. Harry quickly ran so to lose Mrs. Norris; he has to run across the hallway and enters the door so he can lose the cat.

He leans on the other side of the door, sighing in relief that he lost the cat. But then he heard a loud meow from Mrs. Norris and then the voice of Filch on the other side.

"What's that, my sweet?" said Filch when Mrs. Norris is now scratching on the door. "You saw someone?"

"Shit," Harry whispered as he then starts to walk hastily across the corridor so to gain enough distance before Filch would open the door and give chase. Harry doesn't dare look back; he doesn't want to be even more worried about getting caught more than he is right now.

He kept on brisking through the corridor, searching for a classroom door to hide behind. But whenever he finds a door, they are locked and he doesn't want to waste time unlocking it in case Filch and Mrs. Norris catches up. So, he passes each door he tries to open and each one is locked.

But just as he's about to reach the end of the corridor, he noticed shadows moving and slows down and dreads that Filch has finally caught up. He stops by the T-junction of the corridor, and on the left side, he saw two figures, both in dark robes, but the one being pinned to the wall by the other is wearing a purple turban.

"Severus, I-I..."

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell" said the person warning dangerously as he held the other by the scruff of his robes.

Harry recognised the voices, they are Professors Quirrel and Snape, clearly, they are in a heated argument judging by how Snape had the stuttering Quirrel on the wall. Harry is surprised when he saw this, sure Snape is harsh, but he never thought he's violent too, especially when he's threatening the poor DADA teacher.

"I-I don't know what you mean," Quirrell stammered with worry.

"You bloody know what I mean" said Snape, until he stops as he looks ahead at Harry's direction, after hearing Harry's escaped gasp which the boy failed to stifle. He can hear Harry's panting and has this suspicion that he's being watched, he reaches out his hand in the attempt to grab Harry, but Harry held his breath and backed aside so that the potions teacher doesn't get him. Snape looks at his hand and suspected that nothing was there, only for him to return his attention to Quirrel.

"We'll have another chat soon, only at the time where your loyalties lie," said Snape as he lets go of Quirrell and backs away from the stuttering professor. Suddenly Filch and his cat caught up, only to see the two Professors instead of the Invisible harry.

"Ah, Professors" said Filch "Someone has been entering the restricted section, which means someone's out of bed."

Snape and Quirrell looks at each other and decided to assist in searching for the student (Harry), but as the 3 adults leave the corridor. Harry manages to find an unlocked door and sneaks inside so he can hide and relax.

Disused Classroom

The room is in fact a disused classroom, due to the desks and chairs are stacked by the walls, leaving the area empty. Harry sighs in relief as he takes off his cloak and leans by the door so he can catch his breath. Never in his life would he be this stressed of getting caught in his life, not when it's the time he doesn't want to get caught. On the other times, he would only get caught so that he can enjoy the thrill of the chase, mainly by marines and rival pirates when he does his heists and intrusions. But now, he can't risk getting caught or he'll face the consequence of facing expulsion from Hogwarts for breaking the rules. Filch, Snape and Quirrell will search the entire castle to find him out of curfew, but he'd be long gone before they could ever get the chance.

Harry needs to relax for the moment, let the stress on his mind to fade before he can use his powers to return to the sunny and go to bed. And later, he'll be writing a very angry letter to Hermione about this incident, where she suggested to go to the restriction section of the school library to search for this enigmatic Nicolas Flamel. But before he could use his powers to blink back aboard the Sunny, something caught his eye, a large mirror standing by the far wall of this vacant classroom. He stands up to investigate this mirror, curious on why this is here and not stored in the room of requirements where most of the unused furniture is stored in. He cast Lumos so to have a good look at the mirror, even at the upper frame where words in an unknown language is engraved in, it reads:

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi

Harry looks closely at the strange words, only to notice that it's actually written in backwards, he tries to speak it.

"Ishow... I show no-not yo-you-your fac-face ebu-but yourhe- your hearts desire" said Harry

"I show not your face but your heart's desire?"

Suddenly, just as Harry looks upon the mirror, it doesn't just show his reflection, but himself surrounded by a few figures also. Figures that Harry immediately recognised, his mother Lilly, his father James, and Grandfather Fleamont and another, an older woman in her 50s which Harry can guess it's his grandmother Euphemia.

Shocked and surprised, Harry saw his reflection with his family, he turns to look behind him, but no one was there. Wishful thinking of his family being there but aren't, a tear suddenly starts to seep from his left eye and turns to face mirror again, he reaches out to touch them, only for his hand to touch only the reflected and enchanted glass, and never the reflection of his family.

"Mum?" said Harry to Lilly's reflection, who she silently and sadly nodded.

"Dad?" said Harry, who James's reflection smiles sadly at Harry.

"Nan, Grandad" said Harry to Fleamont and Euphemia, who also nodded.

Harry may have met his grandfather's spirit back in the séance between the night of October 31st and November 1st, but seeing him with the rest of his family feels bittersweet to Harry as he still wishes to see his original mum and dad. He saw the reflection of Lily place her hand on his shoulder, he'd reach for his own hand to touch her hand, but clearly it was all but an illusion created by the mirror for when he looks over at his shoulder, he doesn't see his mother's hand, making Harry sigh sadly by this and looks back at the reflection again.

Lily smiles sadly at Harry, for despite this being an illusion, she also wishes this to be real for a mother's love is always in Harry's heart.

Harry returns to the Sunny, but instead of returning to his hammock to sleep, he heads for the hammock where Ron is bunking on. Still in his invisibility cloak, Harry quietly wakes up Ron, who is snoring softly while the swaying of the hammock rocks him to sleep like a baby. He wakes up the ginger and took him back to the disused classroom to show him the magic mirror.

"Remind me again why you woke me up this late?" Ron grumbled as he's currently rubbing his eyes and yawned.

"Come here, and take a look at this," said Harry as he showed Ron the Mirror of Erised.

But when Ron looks upon the mirror, all he can see is Harry and his reflection.

"All I can see is us," said Ron in confusion.

"Alright, you stand here while I move away," said Harry as he moves aside from the mirror so Ron can get a good look. "There, can you see them now? My-"

"That's me!" Ron exclaimed in surprise as he looks properly at his reflection. But what he saw is entirely different from what Harry saw. "But I'm Head Boy and I'm holding the Quidditch Cup. And bloody hell, I'm the Quidditch captain too, I look good!"

Harry was taken back by what Ron said, and looks disappointed that he didn't see what he saw on the other side of the mirror.

"Say Harry, you don't think this mirror can see the future?" said Ron with wonder.

"How can it?" said Harry with a sad frown and looks down. "My parents are dead when I saw it."

Later

Harry brought Ron back to the Sunny so he can go back to bed, but Harry didn't join him for he returned to the disused classroom once more for he wanted to gaze upon the images of his parents and grandparents again. He sat and huddles on the floor while his eyes remain fixed on the mirror, never looking away. And what Harry didn't know is that he wasn't alone in this room for sitting at the dark corner, Albus Dumbledore quietly stands up and made himself known. With him looking at the mirror also, the mirror's image of Harry's parents fades from view and instead the headmaster's reflection came to view.

"Back again, Harry?" said Dumbledore, causing Harry to stand up in shock when he saw Dumbledore's reflection in the mirror. "I see that you, like so many before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I trust you realise now what it does. I'll give you a clue: the happiest man alive would look upon the mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is."

"Because he is fully content in everything he did, with his desires fulfilled." Said Harry as he understands the meaning of the clue. "So, this mirror, as it said above, doesn't show my face but my heart's desire."

"that's correct" said Dumbledore as he stands beside Harry so he can look upon the mirror himself, which the reflection only shows him and Harry at the moment. "The mirror indeed shows you what your truly desire in your heart, like you Harry who wish to know about your blood family. But know this, Harry, this mirror neither gives us knowledge nor truth. Many have wasted their lives looking upon it, even gone mad."

Harry frowned as he gets the gist, it would be an unhealthy obsession if he does constantly gaze upon this mirror.

"Which is why tomorrow, the mirror will be moved to a new home" said Dumbledore "And I must ask you not to go look for it again. It doesn't do to dwell on dreams and to forget to live."

"I- understand," said Harry with hesitation as he turns away from the mirror and starts to walk away. "Professor Dumbledore. What did you see when you looked upon the mirror?"

"Hmm, it's been a long time since I looked upon it, and it took me a while to look away," said Dumbledore "But what I saw was my favourite pair of socks, I lost them long ago and wished to have them back, sadly it wasn't to be."

Harry turned with a raised brow as he couldn't take Dumbledore's answer seriously. But as he turned, he glanced at the mirror once more and this time, it shows only the reflection of his Grandfather Fleamont, and he is holding his open journal, tapping on the dated page. Harry looks closer as he can to see the date on the page which reads:

October 12th

"Is something the matter Harry?" said Dumbledore as he noticed the focused look on Harry's face

"Sorry, I thought I saw something, I best be off," Said Harry.

"Safe travels, Harry. I'll over look this disregard of breaking curfew this once since it's the holidays," said Dumbledore as he turns to face the mirror before Harry could vanish on sight. When Dumbledore looks upon the mirror, the reflection shifts of his much younger, teenage self, standing by a handsome teenage boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. Dumbledore sighed sadly from the mirror's vision that he turned away from it. "Clearly, I am still not over you, Gellert. Then again, I couldn't."

Room of Requirement

Harry didn't return to the Sunny, instead he came to the Room of Requirement so that he can read a page from Fleamont's journal, specifically on the date of October 12th which the mirror's reflection of Fleamont showed him. Despite what Dumbledore told him, the mirror did provide some knowledge as it gave Harry a clue to what he's also desiring: who is Nicolas Flamel? Wondering from this, Harry starts to turn over page by page on the journal until he reached the date he's looking for.

"October 12th, potions class with...ugh Slughorn again. I know I keep saying this every time I record this on my journal, but I still wonder why that old coot Dippet hired that poor excuse of a teacher? I would be content with having Sharp teaching us if he didn't retire 5 years ago, but sadly all we have is this useless walrus..." Harry reads the entry on the journal until suddenly he falls into the trance and enters the recorded memory of October 12th 1938.

October 12th 1938 (Potions Class)

"I swear if I have to correct the mess Slughorn gave us to brew again!" exclaimed Fleamont as he talks in the classroom with Lucky Seven and Millie. He grumbles as he's been in Hogwarts for 2 months and he's still annoyed at the flawed teachings that Professor Slughorn has taught to the class. "I mean, last week, we have to escape from a flooding when dozens of cauldrons overfilled and spout out like geysers with everyone followed the recipe to the letter."

"Not all of us, Fleamont," said Millie with rolled eyes when she heard Fleamont's usual complaining whenever potions became the subject. "Luckily you noticed the flaw and showed it to us before we became victims of that disaster."

"And what's worse, Slughorn accused me of sabotage and forced me to clean up the mess" said Fleamont, "Can you believe that? I did nothing and I'm punished for it."

"Clearly he doesn't like you" said Lucky Seven

"Yeah, well the feelings mutual" said Fleamont crossing his arms as he waits for Slughorn to arrive and start the class.

"May I have your attention class?"

A voice spoke out when a teacher enters the classroom, but it wasn't Professor Slughorn but Professor Albus Dumbledore, who was professor of Transfigurations and Head of Gryffindor at that time. Decades younger but old enough to be someone's grandfather, his beard is slightly much shorter and is auburn coloured (but in Harry's perspective the younger professor is in a monochrome tone). He is wearing a dress suit with a tie and an open wizard's robe over it. His hair is long but only reaching his upper back unlike the length he has in the present, which is pass his lower back.

Fleamont, Lucky 7 and Millie were shocked to see their house head here in potions and not Professor Slughorn.

"Professor Slughorn will not be teaching for a while; he has gotten himself in an accident which resulted him to stay at St. Mungos for a certain of months until he is at full recovery. I will not relay you the details of his accident but I will tell you that instead of cancelling potions, you will be taught by a substitute. It took some...convincing with Headmaster Dippet, but I found you all the ideal substitute to fill in Professor Slughorn's potions classes. You may come in, Monsieur."

Entering the classroom, an old man in light grey robes, with white hair and beard made himself known. He is very old, centuries old but full of life as he walks so calm and at just a normal speed unlike any elder could do without the help of a cane.

"Merci, mon ami," said the old man to Dumbledore with a smile before he turns to the class. "Bonjour Gaçrons et Filles, I am Nicolas Flamel and I will be your potions teacher for the time until Monsieur Slughorn is discharged from St Mungos with full recovery."

Harry can hear the entire class murmurs with interest, even Harry is intrigued for the man he is trying to figure out, who happens to be a teacher here in Hogwarts in his Grandfather's time.

"Now then, let's what Monsieur Slughorn has us learning for today," said Flamel as he whips out his wand to open up a book and skims through. "Oh mon dieu, this will never do. Such mediocre recipes, bound to fail. Non non, non!"

Flamel casts Incendio at the book which caused the class to gasp by it.

"Fortunately, I am well adept in the art and sciences of potion brewing that I will even teach you all to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even but a...well prevent serious injuries that would result in death, ha, ha."

Why does that sound familiar? Thought Harry until he noticed the nervous chuckle when Flamel mentioned death that caused him to be nervous.

Harry watches the entire class and he has to admit, this Nicolas Flamel is a genius, so much that he could even put Snape to shame in his own knowledge of potions making. He watches as the students follow the "improved" recipe of the wiggenwald potion, and even the stoneskin potions which is ideal for temporary defence against spells for it can give you thick stony skin for 10 minutes.

But Harry knows that he isn't there to learn new ways of making potions, he's here to learn about Nicolas Flamel. Sure, he was a teacher here in Hogwarts, but there's more to it than being a substitute, if that's the case then why was Hagrid was secretive about him when he slipped his name out?

After the potions class, another memory played next, still in the classroom but not empty except for Fleamont and Nicolas Flamel.

"Professor Flamel, may I have a word?" said Fleamont

"But of course, Monsieur Potter," said Fleamont "What can I do for you?"

"You wouldn't be the same Nicolas Flamel, the famed alchemist who made the..."

"Shh!" Nicolas hastily hushed Fleamont.

"The less who know it, the better, monsieur," said Flamel "But to answer your question, oui I am he."

"But...that Nicolas Flamel was at the time in the 14th century, you got to be almost 600 years old," Said Fleamont with amazement.

"608 to be precise," said Flamel with a chuckle.

"So, it's true, you did create...that." said Fleamont

"What if I did?" said Nicolas Flamel with shrugged shoulders. "Why are you interested in it?"

"Oh, Millie and I were having a bet to see if you aren't the actual Nicolas Flamel and not someone with the same name. Looks like she owes me 5 sickles."

Nicolas Flamel chuckles at Fleamont.

"Alright, but can you please keep that between us, the only ones who know about that stone is moi, Monsieur Dumbledore and you. Tres bien?"

"Tres bien, monsieur," said Fleamont "Could I... have a look at it?"

Nicolas Flamel is hesitant and looks over at the open door before using his wand to close it.

"Very well, but a quick look, oui?" said Flamel as he rummages through his pocket and pulls out a rough looking gemstone which despite the monochrome tone of this memory, glows a crimson colour which both Harry and Fleamont were astonished by it.

"Magnifique," Fleamont with a whisper. "How was it made?"

"I'm afraid that is a lesson I cannot tell you," said Flamel as he puts the red stone back in his pocket. "It took me a lifetime of studying the arts of alchemy to create it. And the methods of it's creation...you wouldn't want to do it if you value you morals of humanity."

"I don't understand?" said Fleamont

"Then here's some homework, go to the library and study the downfall of Prussia's magical state of Amestris. There you will understand."

"Alright," said Fleamont, confused by this but takes his leave.

Library

The scene changes where Fleamont is reading a book titled The History of State Alchemists of Amestris. There, Harry hears the thoughts of his grandfather as he reads.

"Amestris was once the golden jewel of Prussia's Magical community, where witches and wizards of Europe, mostly from Germany and Austria-Hungary would come to study the arts of Alchemy. It was founded in the year of 1550, 40 years after the kingdom of Xerxes, who also studied the art of alchemy disappeared from the face of the earth. Amestris was a military state, with it's own army of State Alchemists who use Alchemy for war. The well-known wars Amestris was involved is with the slavic state of Drachma, the principality of Aerugo and Ishval.

But the most infamous event of History that Amestris was well known for is their involvement of the creation of Philosopher Stones, known to be the magnum opus for all Alchemists. The Amestrisan State Alchemist would attempt to create these stones to be used for battle, amplifying the State Alchemist's abilities to a hundred-fold. But what's more, with the Stone, it's can grant to holder to perform alchemic transmutation without the laws of equivalent exchange, which is the basic law of alchemy. Not only that, but to successfully perform the tabooest form of alchemy known as human transmutation, basically reviving the dead. Many attempts were made, only resulted in creating man-made humanoids known as homunculi.

Homunculi, 8 of them were working in the shadows of Amestris, plotting and conspiring to gain power by manipulating the state members of parliament with the promise of immortality with use of the Philosopher Stones, were evident proof of it happening when the first ever known creator of the Stone, Nicolas Flamel in 1350, convinced the MPs of Amestris to conspire with the Homunculi to create the true Philosopher stone, which required in sacrificing the lives of approximately 50-million.

The plot was uncovered by two members of the State Alchemists, Majors Edward and Alphonse Elric, more known as the Fullmetal Alchemists due to their "fullmetal" prosthesis. The Elric Brothers got their ranks when they once attempted to perform human transmutation to revive their mother who died in an outbreak, but it resulted them in a terrible accident which resulted in Edward losing his leg and Alphonse his entire body. Alphonse survived when Edward infused his brother's soul in a suit of armour with a blood soul rune, which he learned by studying in the door of truth, a mystic door which contain universal knowledge, but with the cost of his arm.

Edward and Alphonse learned and studied for a way to restore their bodies, and hoped that the philosopher's stone was the way. Alphonse and Edward even went to France and sought for Nicolas Flamel to teach them how to make it, but was turned down and went back to Amestris to find an alternative solution, which leads them in uncovering the State conspiracy under the command of the Homunculus "Father"

The Elric Brothers defeated Father with the help of the State Alchemists who didn't side with the conspiring Parliament, resulted in a pseudo-civil war in Amestris. But it cost them the ability to perform transmutations without the need of sigils, but they got their original bodies back. They were rewarded with the Order of Merlin and the Zauberstern (Wizard Star) for their heroics and self-sacrifice in saving the Prussian Wizard Community. The conspiring members of the Amestrisan Parliament were sent to Azkaban for their crimes and the Amestrisan Fuhrer King Bradley, who was later discovered to be the Homunculus Wrath was replaced with Fuhrer Grumman until Amestris was annexed in Germany after the devolving of Prussia during the rise of the German Nationalist Party under the command of the Austrian Muggle Adolf Hitler in 1933.

The Elric Brothers went their separate ways, Edward got married with an Amestrisan-American Winry Rockbell, moved to America and was last seen studying in Ilvermony as a Potions teacher. Alphonse moved to Xing, a small magical kingdom in Asia where he got married to the Xingese princess Mei Cheng, where they live happily together ever since."

Potion's Classroom-Flamel's office

KNOCK

KNOCK

"Come in," said Flamel as he was in a middle of some paperwork. The door opens to reveal Fleamont with a distraught look on his face and a frown furrowing over his eyes. "I trust you read the book, oui?"

"I did, and I learned something disturbing from it, which I can guess you did it in order for you to make that stone."

"Enlighten me, what did I do to make that stone?"

"You sacrificed millions of humans for it, 50 million," said Fleamont in anger. "You murdered that many to create that stone."

"I didn't need to, mon garcon," said Flamel as he stands up from his seat while frowning sadly. "You know of the Morte Noir, oui?"

"Yes, the pandemic that decimated most of Europe and West Asia in the...14th Century," Said Fleamont as he realized something. "Those who died in the plague, you used them to create the stone."

"And to end the dreaded plague entirely," said Flamel. "With the stone I transmuted the virus into a strong anti-virus which counteracted the plague, albeit slowly so not to arouse the church's suspicion of witchcraft. It went on until 1353 for the pandemic to end, not even the infected dead could even cause any illnesses for the anti-virus was also a vaccination to ensure that the plague would ever come back. It wasn't until 1690 that the ICW learned of my actions that they awarded me with the Order of Merlin and the Zauberstern for my heroism. But in truth I did it because my beloved fell victim of the plague and wanted to save her, which resulted in me healing the rest of the world for it's what she wanted. The Supreme Mugwump at that time asked me to create another stone, but I told him the requirements of creating it which made him change his mind. He didn't prosecute me for the souls I used to make the stone of they were either dead or dying from the plague. And I would've said no to the request if it wasn't that case."

"Why is that?" said Fleamont

"I used the stone for good, and to help me live pass the centuries to do more good," Said Flamel. "Now can you imagine what the stone can do if it's used for evil? Non, it's best to keep the stone as the only one, sadly the knowledge was stolen from me by one of my apprentices from Xerxes, he attempted to create the stone, only to fail as I kept the requirement of 50 million souls to create it a secret. Which resulted in the creation of the homunculus "Father" who later ruled Amestris in the shadows for centuries before the Elrics gone and uncovered their plot."

"And merlin forbid if the Nazis or Grendelwald get their hands on it," said Fleamont as he fully understands the dangers of the stone. "I'll promise to keep mum on it."

"Merci, mon garcon" said Flamel patting Fleamont on the shoulder in appreciation. "I appreciate it."

Suddenly the bell has started to ring, making Fleamont realise.

"Damn I've got Herbology next," said Fleamont in a panic, "if you excuse me, I best be off or Professor Garlick will make me check her Chinese Chomping Cabbage for cavities again."

"Don't let me keep you," said Flamel with a sympathetic smile. "Au revoir"

Fleamont rushes out of the classroom, he notices Tom Riddle nearby but pays no mind as rushes off. Unknowing that Riddle was eavesdropping on their conversation, albeit discreetly.

"Monsieur Flamel, do you have a minute?" said Tom before everything fades in sight. Ending the entry.

Room of Requirement

Harry came too after visiting that memory recorded on the journal. He looks at the page again and was shocked to have learned about Nicolas Flamel. He then reads the post-script at the bottom before closing the book.

"Never would've thought that I met THE Nicolas Flamel, the man who created the Philosopher's Stone. Although I was shocked by the means of creating that stone, I understand why he had to do it. The Black Death would've lasted much longer and took more lives, and I understand the dangers of it if it goes to the wrong hands. I would dread what Hitler and the Nazis would use it for, maybe transmute us all into Aryan Germans or something. But Merlin help us if a Dark Wizard like Grendelwald learns about the stone and use it to rage war against the ICW. No thanks, I like what I am and I'll kick that stupid muggle with the silly moustache if he ever comes near me. And I'll bloody Hex Grindelwald a thousand times than let him go near the stone.

(Picture: Animated Doodle of Fleamont kicking Adolf Hitler in the ball, yes ball as in singular)

(Second picture: Animated Doodle of Fleamont rapidly cast spells at Grendelwald, keeping him away from the philosopher's stone displayed on a table.)

Harry chuckles at this before closing the book.

"So that's who Nicolas Flamel was," said Harry befor a yawn begins to come out of his mouth. "I best tell *yawn* tell Hermione...in the morning"

After that, Harry vanishes and heads back to the Sunny for a good night's sleep.

End of Chapter