Let him deliver messages today, and he'll be in the Order of the Phoenix tomorrow.

Shen Yulou chuckled and slowly walked out of the principal's office, carrying the baby in her arms.

"Immortal from the East, what's your name again?"

As Dumbledore watched Shen Yulou's departing figure, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten to ask Shen Yulou's name.

"My name is Muse, you can just call me Muse."

Shen Yulou instantly recalled his name when he was the mermaid prince.

"It's a good name, I like it."

"Bon Voyage."

Dumbledore waved from behind, and Shen Meiren turned around and waved back at him.

The little one was holding a phoenix tail feather, which Dumbledore had specially given to him before parting.

"Send this letter to Nicolas Flamel first."

Shen Meiren originally intended to use her magic wand to teleport there, but after thinking about it, she took out her newly purchased Twigg 90 flying broom instead.

That's right, it's that flying broom that bends and deforms when it goes too fast.

Shen Yulou knew that this broom would later acquire a less-than-stellar reputation:

It was less the wisdom of the wizards and more Galon who made it fly.

But it doesn't matter, Shen Yulou just likes the most expensive ones.

Once I've made some money in the next two years, I'll get a Nimbus 2001.

I'll earn another year's worth of money and buy another Flying Broomstick Fire Arrow.

He was secretly delighted, planning to have the baby grab all four paws onto the broom handle, then push off with its feet and fly away.

"Wow, this feels so good. No wonder wizards love flying brooms."

The little one's nine-day tail happily ran around in the air, and he closed his eyes comfortably.

It gripped the broom tightly with its legs and spun around in the air.

"Hold on tight, baby, Daddy's going to speed up!"

He leaned forward, and the driving speed was indeed much faster than before, but only by a little.

"I'm a genius for riding so well on my second ride."

Within the specific flying broomstick range of the magical world, a smug Shen Yulou took out a crystal ball to search for Nicolas Flamel's whereabouts.

The crystal ball beside me was slowly spinning, and the layers of smog inside gradually dissipated.

It's actually quite annoying, because this crystal ball can only show the person and their surroundings.

As an outsider, Shen Yulou couldn't tell whether these places were in France or England.

"System, do you know where Nicolas Flamel is right now?"

"He is conducting his alchemical experiments at 13 Rue de la Rose in Paris, France."

The system is as reliable as ever.

As the broom swept across the lake, Shen Yulou's toes created ripples in circles.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Shen Yulou finally landed in front of a small house surrounded by flowers, plants, and trees.

He knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, and an elderly man with a full head of white hair and wrinkles looked at him with faltering steps.

Perhaps due to excessive consumption of the elixir of immortality, he looked thin and weak, as if he could be blown over by the wind.

His golden eyes also became murky.

"Is this Mr. Nicolas Lemaître?"

Shen Yulou asked softly, afraid of frightening the "extremely old" man.

The truth is, Nick Lemaître is not so easily intimidated.

He was also among those who had their wands inserted into the ground when the "curse ended" was completed.

"What's up?"

His voice was ethereal, and there was a hint of wariness in his eyes as he looked at Shen Yulou.

"This is a letter that Dumbledore asked me to give to you."

Shen Yulou took the letter out of his pocket, and then took out a vermilion pill from his storage space.

"Your voice sounds a bit weak, and you walk with an unsteady gait."

"Eating this will make you feel better."

"Just swallow it directly, or you can swallow it with warm water."

Nicolas Lemaître took the envelope and, under Shen Yulou's sincere gaze, accepted the elixir.

Just as I was about to thank him, Shen Yulou's broom had already flown into the sky.

Only three words lingered in the air, echoing in Nicolas Lemaître's ears.

"You're welcome."