"What is the strongest prison in the world? Azkaban? Bastille? Or Auschwitz?"

A hoarse and vague voice came from the dark room. There was a row of stone benches in the center of the room. The stone benches extended downward at a very steep angle. There was a high dining table in the center of the stone pit.

Unknown place, unknown time.

Under the crackling candlelight, the sound slowly surrounded the surroundings, like a lingering ghost.

"Maybe not. When I think about some guys living under the same sky as me, I get stomach acid."

Just hear a creaking sound.

The door to the dark room opened.

A tall woman in a black suit walked in slowly.

She placed a delicate silver plate with steak on the stone table, and immediately retreated into the darkness, just as she left.

A blurry black shadow appeared in the corner of the room. It seemed to be sitting on a chair, and it seemed to be floating in the air.

Sitting across the dining table was an elderly man with prominent joints and skinny bones, with sparse hair combed back. He looked at the silver plate in front of him with no expression at all.

"Try it and see."

Black Shadow: "I hope your taste buds haven't aged yet."

The old man raised his arm tremblingly, picked up the knife and fork, and cut the steak very unsteadily. He looked like a dying old man.

The quiet sound of chewing and swallowing filled the quiet air.

Black Shadow: "Two years ago, I was baptized at Hogwarts and was pushed down by a boy who was so naive that he couldn't even use his brain."

After a pause, the shadow smiled and said:

"But later, that kid left Hogwarts and transformed into an arms dealer.

They say time makes people grow, but I always feel that time is like a curse to people like us, are you right, Flamel?"

The trembling old man eating steak stopped eating and said hoarsely: "There is a ceiling in life. For those who touch this ceiling, experience and age are just numbers."

Black Shadow: "As expected of an old guy about the same age as me, he talks in the same way."

"It's funny."

The old man continued to eat.

The black shadow just looked at the old man.

The old man was cutting the steak seriously, his cloudy eyes were drooped, and an almost imperceptible light would flash through him when he occasionally raised them.

Finished the steak.

The old man took a sip of water, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

The woman in a suit who had been standing silently next to the black figure reappeared. She walked to the dinner plate, removed the tableware, took out the wand and clicked lightly, and the lights in the room became slightly brighter.

Nico Flamel: "I can't do anything about your curse. The Philosopher's Stone won't help your situation at all."

"Haha, I didn't come to you for such a trivial matter."

"It's a small matter, you haven't contacted me for hundreds of years, and now you suddenly called me over from England. What do you want to do?"

"I want to build a cage that no one can escape from." Black Shadow said without hesitation: "Put my stumbling block in the cage."

"Hoffa Bach?"

the old man asked.

"Hehe...that's right."

The shadow's voice became as ethereal as a dream.

"Hoffa Bach, that enigmatic guy, it's really boring when I can't see him."

"Hmm."

The old man curled his lips imperceptibly and slowly put his skinny arms on the table.

"With all due respect, I believe that a grown-up wizard cannot be imprisoned in any realistic cage."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

The vague figure asked with interest.

"Magic isolates the shackles of reality, and growth eliminates the shackles of thought. It's too unrealistic for you to put a real wizard in a cage."

The old man said lightly with a sarcastic tone: "After all, you are worse off than dead now, lingering on your last breath."

The vague and dark figure crossed his fingers and leaned forward. He did not answer. The candlelight dimmed and the room became quiet.

The old man looked at him deeply and said,

"You can no longer use magic. The explosion two years ago also depleted your savings. I advise you to give up. The cage is not as easy to build as you think."

After saying that, he pushed away the plate, stood up shakily, and limped out the door.

Go to the door and open it.

"Wait a moment."

There was a shout from behind, and the old man stood still.

"What have you been doing lately, Flamel."

Black Shadow lazily asked: "Did the newly appointed Minister of Magic put you in charge of a mysterious research?"

The old man grasped the doorknob with his fingers, and a trace of struggle flashed across his face, but soon, the struggle disappeared without a trace.

"That has nothing to do with you."

The old man repeated: "It doesn't matter."

"Oh, I was just asking."

The blurry black shadow leaned back on the chair and escaped into the darkness.

"I heard that this project has violated quite a few top rules in the wizarding world."

"The world is already in chaos, and some extraordinary measures are needed."

After saying that, he closed the door and tremblingly left the room with the flickering candlelight.

"Send it to him."

The shadows whisper.

The woman in a suit followed him casually, catching up with Nico Flamel.

"I'll see you off," she said.

The hunched old man extended his arm to her.

The woman in a suit took his arm, supported him, and slowly walked down the stairs to the desolate suburbs like a mass grave.

Parked here was a carriage pulled by twelve Thestrals, and those skinny creatures spewed streams of white mist in the cold air.

At this time, Nico Flamel said:

"You should not follow him. Believe me, even the most dangerous and disliked wizard cannot compare with the darkness hidden in the corner of the world. He will not treat you as a human being."

"I'm his family."

The woman said briefly.

"Do you think he cares about his family?" Flamel asked.

The woman did not answer, but asked:

"What about you, after so many years of baptism, do you still care about these worldly emotions?"

A hint of coldness flashed through Flamel's cloudy eyes. He shook off the woman in suit holding his arm and boarded the Yeqi carriage.

"Wish you a safe journey."

The woman laughed.

The Thestral kicked off the ground, spread its black wings, and pulled the carriage into the sky.

In the carriage, the skinny old man breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the seat. He reached to his chest and took out a faded gold pocket watch. On the pocket watch, there was a young red-haired girl holding a baby. She tilted her head.

Head, looking at the old man with a smile.

"Chloe..."

He called softly.
Chapter completed!