Felix was in a heavy mood. Although he had only met Nick Lemay once, he had communicated many times through magic photos. For him, Nick was closer to a teacher.

"Wait, Principal Dumbledore, I'll bring something."

Paris, France.

Felix revisited the old land, and under Dumbledore's guidance, he came to a secluded street, two streets separated by the place where the Muggle Conference was held during the summer vacation of the Boisres Hotel.

Here he saw a group of energetic young people, whose young faces were still vivid in their minds, the student leader Yuria, Matt, who was captured but did not reveal a word, Byers who valued friendship and family affection, and the innocent Bethnie...

Dumbledore handed Felix a piece of paper with the words "7 Montmorance Street" and when he was thinking about this address, a small white house suddenly emerged from the air in the middle of the two lawns.

"The Curse of Loyalty." This thought flashed through Felix's mind.

He glanced at the magnificent fire clouds in the sky and followed Dumbledore into the house. Inside was a medieval-style living room, with various strange-shaped glass containers, candle holders, copper globes, and several sofas covered by white cloth. The upper edge of the fireplace in the corner was smoked black.

On the other side of the spiral staircase in the corner is an exquisite bookshelves filled with books. On the table opposite the bookshelf, there is a large crystal ball, and the light shines out from the thick dust.

Under Dumbledore's guidance, he came to a bedroom on the second floor. A small wooden sign hung on the brown door, which read: Nick and Perenal.

Pushing open the door, an old man lay quietly on the bed, his chest motionless and his face was frighteningly pale. When he approached, he heard a shallow snoring.

"Nick," Dumbledore said softly, "Felix is ​​here."

After a while, the old man opened his eyes, covered his eyes with a layer of white cataract, and said in a trembling voice: "Felix?"

"It's me, Nick, long time no see." Felix said casually, and the spectator hidden in his pocket was held in his hand. This belated Christmas gift might not be given.

"Felix, I've been looking forward to the day when I actually meet you," Nick tried to open his eyes wide, but his eyes were blurred, "But something was delayed."

"Don't you have a Philosopher's Stone? How could it be..."

"Destroyed, child, I lived for nearly seven hundred years, and death...is not a bad thing."

Nick Lemay stretched out his hand from the quilt, "Felic!" He cried out in pain.

Felix heard a crisp click sound, and he was slightly silent. Although the timing was wrong, he still wanted to laugh. He remembered the scene where Nick moved away in small steps when the two met for the first time. His fingers trembled gently, causing the quilt to move down a little.

"Thanks"

Nick spread his palms and let a golden key appear.

"I know I'm not long, but it doesn't matter that Perenal and I have no children. Before I die, I need to find someone to inherit my knowledge."

"Why me?" Felix asked, his main attack on magic texts, not alchemy, and Nick Lemay would not be unclear.

"I hope the world is better, you are the most suitable candidate, and all aspects meet my requirements. This is the result of my careful consideration."

Felix was moved by the hundreds of years of research results of Nick Lemay. What a huge amount of knowledge. Moreover, the paths of the two can be said to be extremely consistent and there is a natural connection.

"Have you thought it through?" He suppressed the joy in his heart and confirmed again. He subconsciously ignored the old man's beginning words.

"Except, a little bit of worry, I have attached a condition for this," said Nick Lemay, his cheek sideways, facing the window, and the sound of a car passing by could be vaguely heard.

Felix's expression became cautious, and he knew it would not be so simple. However, he really didn't want to miss this rare opportunity. No matter how difficult the conditions proposed by Nick Lemay were, he would do it as much as possible. Moreover, he didn't think Nick would propose something he could not do.

So he said gently, "What do you need me to do, Nick?"

The old man gasped with difficulty, his chest was like a worn bellows. Dumbledore said softly, "Nick, you" but the old man shook his head, "Don't stop me, Albus."

"Felix, do you remember what I said when we first met? The elderly like to embed themselves into a position in the world and pursue a sense of security."

His eyes suddenly became wide, his face was bloodless, and he looked a bit like a ghost.

Felix's heart sank. He knew what Nick was going to say! Sure enough, the old man gasped for a while and said, "I have been knowing you all these times. The more I know, the more I worry about you going astray. So, ahem! As long as you sign a contract, everything I have is yours."

"An unbreakable oath?" Felix hid his face in the shadow, and his words lost their temperature.

The unbreakable oath is a magical magic that makes oaths between wizards. It is very effective. Only one person who violates the oath will die. Felix has signed a magic contract with others before, but compared with the unbreakable oath, the degree of constraint is completely different.

He can also find ways to get rid of the former and transfer the magic effect, but he has no way of doing it for the latter.

Nick gasped, without saying anything, completely accusing Felix's guess. He just tried to raise the key in his hand, but he couldn't help feeling weak.

"It's really hard for you to come up with such a solution after you thought it through." Felix said sarcastically.

"I, cough!" Nick coughed violently.

"Sorry"

"Don't rush to refuse! Felix My conditions are not harsh, you can listen first"

"I have no interest at all."

Felix looked at Dumbledore, his eyes full of exploration: "So, are you here to be a witness?"

"No, Felix." Dumbledore said sadly: "I don't know what Nick thinks either," he looked at the old man and said in a deep voice: "Nick, we all know that this is not a good idea."

Nick didn't retort, "I, I know, if I had time I would observe him for decades, but, Felix, I'm going to die."

"This is your business," Felix stared at Nick Lemay with his light blue eyes, and he kept trying to raise the golden key in his hand, "Give you a suggestion, before you die, you can find another person who is willing to sign a contract."

Nick seemed to be a little more energetic, and his words became fluent: "If, if you promise, you will inherit all my property, not just the things you see I have twelve safe houses and seven libraries all over the world, which contain my accumulation for nearly seven hundred years: alchemy, ancient magical texts, magical notes, ancient magic... I am also the school director of Boothbaton. As long as you promise, everything is yours..."

"Believe me, the conditions are not harsh." His eyes were filled with hope.

Felix said coldly: "I'm not stupid. I have nothing to say except for rejection."

Nick fell into silence, the brilliance in his eyes faded, and he suddenly struggled to sit up and leaned against the wall. This action made his body tremble constantly, "Ah Busi, please leave for a while," he said gasping.

Dumbledore's eyes swept over him and Felix and sighed, "Nick, you..." He turned and left.

There were only two people left in the bedroom.

Felix sat in the only chair, his right leg raised and his black wand turned dexterously in his hand. He said easily: "What do you want to do, let me watch you die? You can't do anything now."

Nick smiled: "This happens to be my advantage. I'm going to die, this is my advantage." He deliberately emphasized this.

Felix looked at him in surprise.

The old man said softly: "Your answer has not changed. You hate external constraints, so I have a backup plan." He stretched out his hand, and magic symbols appeared one after another in the palm of his hand, which condensed into a golden eye.

"You know ancient magic?"

"Living for a long time is a benefit, and you can learn from other things. In fact, I have never practiced..."

Felix asked cautiously: "What do you want?"

"From you? No, no, I just want to visit your house..."

"You're dreaming!"

"I'm going to die, Felix," the old man stretched out his hand and looked at him with a pleading look, "No one will tell your secret!"

“…”

In silence, Felix seemed to be able to see the old man's life passing by little, and every breath was hissing like a snake. He gritted his teeth and said, "Old thing, I will watch you die, I can't even die!"

Nick Lemay smiled happily, his tone with satisfaction and relief: "You won't be disappointed."
Chapter completed!