Tarot cards are an ancient and mysterious tool for divination.

They first appeared in the late fourteenth century and were very popular among the nobility in various European countries. Almost as soon as they appeared, the Roman Catholic Church declared a complete ban on Tarot cards, defining them as the Devil's picture book and items of heretics.

In that era, the terms "Devil" and "heretic" described only one type of person—wizards.

An even more interesting coincidence is that around the time of the birth of Tarot cards, there was a wizard in the magical world who met the description of "01 magician" in all aspects: Nicolas Flamel, the founder of European alchemy.

"So, it really is you. Amazing—"

Eileen looked at Nicolas Flamel with great interest, without the slightest hint of fear on her face.

In fact, since she decided to invite this living legend, Eileen had envisioned such a scene.

As the great alchemist who created the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolas Flamel was never a harmless wizard who lived in seclusion.

The Middle Ages ended in the mid-fifteenth century. The most important catalyst that brought it to its end was the Black Death, which took the lives of one-third of Europeans. It is worth noting that the birth of the Philosopher's Stone and the witch hunts occurred around the same time.

Perhaps this seemingly righteous great alchemist was once the most insane Dark Lord in the world.

And the scene before her now corroborated some of Eileen's previous guesses.

Faced with a situation of disparate strength and unclear friend or foe, Nicolas Flamel chose the most resolute, decisive, and admirable approach—he would rather raze Hogwarts to the ground than let the world fall back into darkness.

"There's nothing amazing about it. The Philosopher's Stone should never have existed—"

Nicolas Flamel shook his head with a complex expression and sighed.

"I originally thought that after destroying my own Philosopher's Stone, there wouldn't be a second one in this world. I didn't expect you to find Paracelsus, and what I regret most is that he didn't come today..."

"That's not a contradiction. If you had refused directly, then he would be the new o5-1."

Eileen shrugged and explained generously.

Hogwarts' lack of alchemy, a very important course, is a fatal gap.

After more than a year of study, Eileen clearly realized the difference between Potions and Chemistry. Once the spellcasting in the potion-making process is removed, no matter how perfect the replication, the finished product will not have magic.

In comparison, alchemy, which explores the transformation of matter, is the discipline closest to modern physics and chemistry.

Whether it's mathematics, physics, chemistry, or alchemy—these are all ways for humans to seek the truth.

Without this knowledge, no matter how desperately she squeezes the former Soviet scholars and destined wizards, at most she would only be using magical means to take the path of science, rather than truly pursuing a convergent explanation.

That's why, even if there might be some danger, she is willing to try inviting these alchemists.

However, this does not mean that she will indulge these remnants of the old era—a new world has begun, and she is seeking like-minded companions, not raising a group of old ancestors who may turn against her at any time.

"As for the so-called regret you mentioned..."

Eileen raised her eyebrows, gently stroking the beautiful golden-red bird beside her, her tone playful.

"Respected Mr. Nicolas Flamel, not to mention the anti-Apparition magic at Hogwarts, which makes it impossible to keep all the wizards in this room. The most important point is that what you are worried about is an idea, you cannot kill it... Even if you erase the entire Scottish Highlands from the map, you cannot stop the gradual fusion of magic and non-magic."

"Obviously, the threat of death here doesn't seem to be so effective—whether for you or for me."

"A phoenix? That's indeed a good way to leave..."

Nicolas Flamel nodded thoughtfully, looking around at the wizards in the room.

From the beginning, everyone, including Albus Dumbledore, had remained silent, taking the initiative to hand over the right to speak to the Veela hybrid in front of them. Unless they were all under the Imperius Curse, this situation could only mean one thing.

She had already proven her status through a series of actions and gained the approval of everyone present.

It seems that a never-before-seen little monster has appeared in the magical world.

And this, in turn, ruled out his previous worry that Grindelwald had not become the dominant force and made a comeback.

But the more it was like this, the heavier the alchemist's vigilance and confusion became. For centuries, he had never met or believed that such a young monster could appear in this world, even though the facts were already before his eyes.

Then, Nicolas Flamel's eyes sharpened, staring intently at Eileen.

"Then who exactly are you? And what is the purpose of all this?!"

"Me..."

Eileen pondered for a few seconds, then straightened her face and said in a solemn tone.

"My name is Eileen Kaslana, I am 11 years old, I study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I always return to the common room by 10 o'clock at the latest. I go to bed at 11 o'clock at night, and I can basically sleep soundly until dawn, like a baby, without leaving any fatigue or stress, and thus welcome the next morning. The health check results also show that I am very normal..."

"So, what exactly are you talking about?" Nicolas Flamel frowned heavily.

"I want to explain that I am a very normal little witch from any point of view, not bound by victory or defeat, not entangled in troubles, and not establishing enemies that will keep me awake at night. This is also my attitude to survival in the magical world."

Eileen smiled sweetly, holding the phoenix in her arms and walking to Nicolas Flamel.

"How about we make a bet? I bet you won't destroy Hogwarts."

"Especially when you board the Hyperion and see the 'Philosopher's Stone' made by Muggles in the non-magical world, you will be even less willing to destroy all of this. If you win, I will lose a complete Gringotts Wizarding Bank to you. If you lose, then you only need to answer a small question left in the History of Magic class for me..."

As the girl said this, she reached out and took the Philosopher's Stone from Nicolas Flamel's hand with incomparable naturalness.

There is no such thing as coincidence in this world, only inevitability—in Eileen's view, from the moment this great alchemist arrived at Hogwarts, he had already given his answer, and the rest was just testing and excuses.

For old wizards like Nicolas Flamel, all he needs is a reason to live.

And at this time, there are too many truths in Hogwarts that this alchemist can continue to explore.

She doesn't know how long Nicolas Flamel can continue to burn, but at least one thing is certain: as long as Nicolas Flamel reopens the field of alchemy in the magical world in Hogwarts, then she can let this discipline open forever.

After all, all the magical world needs now is a reasonable explanation.

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Only one chapter! It's a bit short today... gu!