Felix opened his eyes, as if he were in another world. He looked at the old man on the bed, took out a peephole from his pocket and put it beside him.

The peephole began to spin, and clear and pleasant music sounded.

"This is a peephole?" Nick asked softly, "What is it for?"

The two had discussed this issue before. He knew that Felix had found seven methods of making peepholes from ancient books and changed them into magic creations. He also made a lot of suggestions.

"It's just a prank. It can sense a person's body temperature and it will ring when the hand is loosened."

The old man laughed: "If you don't tell me, I might have to think about it for a long time." He listened quietly for a while, then reached out and groped for the peephole, and the sound stopped.

"Albus... help me call Albus."

Felix waved his wand, and a silver light disappeared. Soon, Dumbledore appeared at the door. He walked quickly to the bedside, leaned over slightly to look at Nick Flamel, and saw that he was intact. Dumbledore was obviously relieved.

"Principal Dumbledore, you don't think I'm going to do anything, do you?" Felix said with a strange expression. He was right beside him and saw clearly that there was no communication between the two. It was purely because Dumbledore was worried about Nick Flamel's safety.

"You think too much, Felix." Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile.

Nick Flamel held the peephole tightly with one hand, and his voice was trembling: "A, Albus - please witness that everything I have belongs to - belongs to Felix Hep." Dumbledore

said in a deep voice: "I will respect your wishes, Nick."

"F, Felix -" The old man turned his eyes to Felix, trying to open his eyes wide, looking at the blurry shadow through a layer of white film.

"I'm here, Nick." Felix said.

A golden key floated towards him, and he spread his palm and let the key fall into his hand, which still had the residual warmth of the old man's body.

"I hope - you don't blame me. Youthful setbacks - are not necessarily - bad things. I believe, I believe you - cough cough!" Nick Flamel coughed violently, his eyes bulged out, and he continued panting: "I believe you will become - a legend of the new era -"

Dumbledore looked at Felix in astonishment. What happened in the previous half an hour? Why did his old friend suddenly recognize him? Legend... Dumbledore could clearly sense the strong expectations contained in this evaluation.

Felix did not avoid Dumbledore's probing eyes. He looked at Nick Flamel in a trance. The old man finished speaking, panting softly, and muttered his wife's name: "Perenelle..."

After a while, the mirror in his hand suddenly sounded, and the melodious music echoed in the hut.

The key in Felix's hand bloomed with light. At this moment, he became the owner of this safe house. At the same time, a series of hidden addresses flowed in his mind.

...

Half an hour later, Felix and Dumbledore stood in front of a tombstone. At the request of Nick Flamel, he and his wife Perenelle were buried together. This was a place full of birdsong and flowers. Not far away was the first residence of Nick and his wife after graduating from Beauxbatons School.

The two stood in silence for a while, and Dumbledore cast a protective spell to hide this piece of vacant land. Felix stretched out his finger and touched it lightly, and the air in front of him was like rippling water.

The two walked along a path——

"Do you need to talk, Felix?" Dumbledore said gently.

"I'm not that fragile." Felix muttered dissatisfiedly, "You'd better spend your time looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Dumbledore smiled: "Ah, I have been tripped up by some trivial matters recently, and Tom's life is really rich, and he has come into contact with quite a lot of people, but--" He blinked mischievously, "I still found a useful clue."

"About the third Horcrux?"

"I guess, maybe it also contains the secret of the fourth Horcrux. I have made an appointment with a poor house-elf, but she is in very bad condition, I must hurry..."

Felix nodded. He thought for a moment and couldn't help asking: "How powerful is Voldemort? Can't you deal with him just because the Horcruxes cannot be killed?"

"There is this reason, but in addition to the Horcruxes, he himself is also a master of dark magic, not to mention the various experiments he did on himself during the years he disappeared." Dumbledore said calmly, "In his own words: he has pushed magic to an unprecedented level."

"That sounds a bit arrogant."

"Indeed, but I have to admit that there is some truth in what he said." Dumbledore said, "The above sentence can be changed to, he has advanced some magic to an unprecedented level. And others--"

"Very shallow?"

"Yes, with all due respect... woefully ignorant."

Felix thought for a moment, and said tentatively, "Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw once said that she and the other three founders were already magical creatures."

"Is that so?" Dumbledore said, without any surprise in his tone.

"Felix, I can't give you much useful insights. When I was young, I did think I was omnipotent for a long time... Magical creatures? This statement is too modest, and I was too arrogant at the time."

"So--" Felix held his breath, "You did enter a wonderful state?"

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "I can demonstrate it a little, of course, just a demonstration."

"How should I do it?"

"Cast a spell at me, well, don't be too powerful, I need to remind you that the person standing in front of you is a centenarian."

Felix was a little excited. This was his first chance to experience the magical attainments of Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard. He stepped back a few steps, stood straight, thought about it, and carefully cast a third-level Stunning Spell.

He looked at Dumbledore with expectation. How would Dumbledore demonstrate another realm of magic?

"Ding!"

The red light flew towards the opposite side like a meteor. Dumbledore stretched out his right hand deftly, bent his fingers and flicked the spell away, just like flicking away a fly or something.

Then he nodded politely, "Thank you for being considerate of an old man like me. According to your standards, this should be a level three spell? If it's stronger, I might make a fool of myself."

Felix looked at Dumbledore in amazement. He could also resist a few Stunning Spells, but he was keenly aware of the difference between the two: his method was actually the Ministry of Magic Auror's method, which was aimed at the resistance to specific spells, while what Dumbledore did was more magical.

He had a feeling that the one standing in front of him was like a magical creature wearing Dumbledore's skin, such as a manticore. As far as he knew, the skin of this magical animal almost repelled all known spells.

"Principal Dumbledore, you--"

"Not as magical as you think. I am old, and I barely have some magical tricks left. I have no doubt that--just as Nick thinks, you will go further than me in the future."

Felix knew that these words meant the end of the conversation. He could only remember the scene that just happened and ponder it carefully when he had time.

"Are you going back to school, Principal Dumbledore?"

"I still need to take care of some things."

The two parted on a small hill full of pale yellow wildflowers. Felix, covered with the sunset glow, walked towards the castle from the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As he approached the castle gate, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps. He looked in the direction of the sound, but there was nothing in front of him.

"Oh, Professor, I finally found you!" Hermione suddenly appeared in the air, panting, holding a mercury-like invisibility cloak in her hand.

Felix put his wand back into his sleeve, "What happened?"

"Sirius! You need to save Sirius, as well as Harry, Professor Lupin and Snape," Hermione showed a horrified expression and screamed, "A large number of Dementors... They covered the sky!"