Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 559: Former Residence of Fang Jian

"...The entire magical world thinks that my master is missing all year round, and there are rumors that he is living in seclusion in your UK. But in fact, he spends a lot of time in the same place, and that is his experiment. Room."

At this time, it was almost night. Maca and the old butler were walking on the dim streets together, only the street lights that lit up at night illuminate their progress.

Actually, Mrs. Maxim also wants to come together, but as the headmaster of Busbarton, she still has things to be busy at the moment, and it will take some time to come.

Maca and the old housekeeper walked side by side, talking a few words from time to time, and what they said was naturally their destination tonight.

"Oh, I really want to hear this rumor..." Maca thought for a while, "I remember, Dumbledore wanted to mention that it was Mr. LeMay once lived in Devonshire. Time?"

"Yes, there was a short period of time," Old Edward nodded, "but it was only a year or two-at that time the host's family visited Mr. Dumbledore, and the two of them exchanged some ideas about The experience of magic."

"That..." Maca curiously said, "Sir, do you know why Mr. Nicole Lemay wanted to suddenly give up immortality? As far as I know, before he lent the Philosopher’s Stone to Professor Dumbledore , He has already made this decision."

And he died with his 658-year-old wife—Although Maca didn't ask that, what he wanted to know most was this decision. Could it be that he really felt that it was boring to live too long, as other wizards had guessed?

"Oh, I don't know this," Old Edward shook his head when he heard the words, "I didn't understand the master's thoughts very much since I was young, let alone my age now. But I’m thinking, with the Lord’s temperament, death can help him go further in the study of alchemy, right?"

As we all know, Nicole LeMay is also a famous research madman. He has lived for 665 years, of which most of the time is devoted to research. Although out of research, he also donated a lot of infrastructure for the magic world and even the Muggle world, but most of it was done by his wife, only in his name.

Whether Nicole LeMay is a so-called "great man" is still unknown. Anyway, his wife must be a great philanthropist. This is always true.

"Mr. McLean, this way--"

When passing an intersection, the old butler stretched out his hand and gestured, telling Maca that it was time to turn.

"Sir, just call me Maca." Maca followed him and walked into a fork in the road, while waving his hand, "You know, it's okay to be your grandson at my age, you don't have to be right. I'm so polite."

But the old butler shook his head, apparently he still had some different persistence.

"I’m the housekeeper of Le May’s house. Since the independent house rescued me in the desert of Egypt, I’ve been a housekeeper for my whole life. But housekeepers should have housekeeping rules. Regarding this, McLean Sir, you don’t have to care too much..."

"Okay?" Maca shrugged, not entangled with another title.

"...Okay, here we are!"

As soon as the two of them walked along a stone path in Muggle town for a while, the old butler soon stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Maca discovered that this was still a rather old red-roofed brick house. Near the roots of the wall on the side of the road, there were some large floor-to-ceiling flower pots with some lush plants living in it. The brickwork marks on the walls are uneven, full of footprints left by the years.

Of course, this is definitely not as old as Nicol LeMay, and this house is estimated to be just over ten or twenty years old.

In this residential area of ​​townspeople extending along the alleys, this small house is extremely inconspicuous, no one would have thought that it would be the home of a great alchemist. .

"Mr. LeMay has always lived here?" Maca looked at the house and asked casually.

"No," the old butler smiled, "This is actually where I live, but the entrance to my master’s laboratory can only be found here—if I have to say it, I’m just My master guarded the door."

As he said, he took out an ordinary key and unscrewed the lock, then walked in with a little nostalgia.

"After the death of the master and the wife, I have not returned for a while," the old butler greeted Maca to enter the door, and said in a daze, "It is strange to think about it, the master and the wife are even better than me. Let’s go a step...If this were put in a few years ago, I wouldn’t believe it."

It can be seen that what he misses is not the memory of living here, but the years when his master, Mr. Nicole Lemay, was still there.

"The master often said suddenly that he was going out, and then I had to stop my busy work and pack up with him and set off."

The old butler recounted his past nostalgicly, and his whole life has been around Mr. Nico Lemay. So much so that his most memorable things are all related to his master.

"You don’t know, the master never looks at the time when doing things. Many times he called me up in the middle of the night. It happened that he was so old, and he was full of energy, like a Young man in his 20s and 30s! It's incredible to think about it..."

Maca didn't know if this kind of life was considered happiness, but looking at the expressions and words of the old housekeeper, he felt a sense of peace from it.

Perhaps some people do not need to be too turbulent in their life, as long as they can live a stable life, it is usually enough.

The house where the old butler lives, whether viewed from the outside or from the inside, actually has little space. In fact, this is nothing more than an ordinary house in a Muggle town. Following Edward all the way through the living room and up the stairs, the ceiling on the second floor seemed a little low-this was a bedroom.

But Old Edward did not stop here, but reached out and pulled an old hemp rope hanging from the wall. With a soft "click", a wooden board on the ceiling was pulled apart. It was a trapdoor leading to the attic on one side.

"Extend your hand for me!" The old butler looked up and said, "I should have pulled the stairs down with the hook rod, but since you are here today, I can rarely enjoy the privileges of the elderly. Up."

Perhaps because Maca mentioned age before, the old butler also made a little joke by the way. But the fact is indeed the case. To say that the old housekeeper is very old, at least 70 or 80 years old.

Of course, the most important thing is to be cautious. You must know that there is a risk of being detected by someone using a spell. They came together tonight, avoiding people's eyes and ears, and naturally didn't want others to know.

As I said earlier, the second floor of this house is relatively low, and the ceiling is almost within reach. After taking a look, Maca just jumped slightly and grabbed the wooden ladder by the trapdoor of the attic.

"Wow! Hum!"

The wooden ladder slid down along the edge of the trapdoor, and was firmly placed between the floor and the ceiling. Is it possible to go up and take a look?

"Mr. McLean," the old butler said, "Before I go up, I still want a word from you—please tell me, you will indeed help us and expose my master’s legacy to the entire magical world. Right?"

Maca nodded naturally when he heard the words.

Tonight's actions were negotiated with Mrs. Maxim in advance, and Mrs. Maxim, the old butler, negotiated with Mrs. Maxim. In fact, there are too many people coveting this alchemy legacy. Just look at how many people gathered in Boothbarton and you know that sooner or later this pool will be completely muddled.

In this case, only old Edward is left to act to fulfill the master's wishes. Well, maybe you can count on Mrs. Maxim, the headmistress who is all about education~IndoMTL.com~, but it seems that no one else can trust it anymore.

However, Nico Lemay’s alchemy legacy is beyond the reach of these two people. Mrs. Maxim had actually been here a long time ago, but it seemed that she couldn't even get in, let alone the inheritance.

To blame, I can only blame the Nico Lemay, who is full of research. He didn’t seem to think too much about the distribution of the inheritance, so he left a considerable amount for the old housekeeper. Contradictory problems.

In short, they need a wizard with enough knowledge to hold that legacy in their hands. Only by mastering itself can we talk about finding a reasonable way to distribute in order to achieve the ultimate goal.

Originally, this task should have fallen to Dumbledore, but it was obvious that he had already passed away. Therefore, this task of great responsibility finally fell on Maca's head.

"Sorry, this fact is too important. I just want to make myself more at ease." After hearing Maca's decisive answer, the wrinkles on old Edward's face gradually unfolded. "Mr. McLean-please!"

At the sign of the old housekeeper, Maca nodded solemnly, and then took the lead to climb the wooden ladder.

With the creak of the old ladder, Maca quickly climbed into the attic on the top floor of the house. It was quite dim here, and through the slight light coming in from under the trapdoor, he vaguely saw some piles of debris.

He didn't look around in a hurry, but turned back and stretched out his hand under the trap door, and pulled the old butler.

"It's really old..." Old Edward sighed, "Mr. McLean, there is an oil lamp on the pillar next to it. You can take it off first to brighten it up."