The mansion is eerily silent after the battle. Dust floats through shattered windows, illuminated by the dim light of the fading sun. I move methodically, rifling through centuries of Flamel's possessions. Shelves sag under bottles of rare elixirs, jars of powders that glow faintly, and ingredients whose mere presence radiates power. After six hundred years of careful accumulation, Flamel's stores are beyond priceless. To an alchemist, this would be ecstasy; to me, it is treasure.
I gather everything — essence of dragon heartstrings, phoenix feathers, crystallized unicorn tears, and ingredients whose names are lost to the ages. My satchel bulges, enchanted to hold far more than it appears. Nothing is left behind.
Finally, my search brings me to a sunroom bathed in the soft light of the setting sun. Scrolls, notebooks, and bound tomes litter the room. I sift through them, quickly identifying Flamel's meticulous research notes. And then, resting atop a golden pedestal, I find it: the Philosopher's Stone. I pocket it with a small, satisfied grin.
At that precise moment, a soft chime echoes in my mind.
Ding!
Obtained: The Philosopher's Stone
Super regeneration ability acquired.
Knowledge of creating the Philosopher's Stone unlocked.
Alchemy talent increased fortyfold.
I pause for a moment, savoring the knowledge coursing through me. Even for a mind like mine, the insight into Flamel's work is intoxicating. I can already imagine the experiments I will conduct, the spells I can enhance, the power I will wield.
Once the looting is complete, I call upon Severus Snape. He moves efficiently, mixing potions with his usual precision, healing my followers from their wounds sustained in Flamel's defense. No one is left behind.
Satisfied, I raise my wand and Apparate back to Hogwarts. The castle awaits, silent and obedient, its corridors empty but brimming with potential. I am home, and yet… something tells me this is only the beginning.