Sirius's son

Nicholas Flamel

A few days had passed since they met Dumbledore at the mirror. Ever since then, Harry nor Rigel hadn't returned there. Rigel hadn't touched his invisible pendant, proffering to keep it locked in his trunk.

After Hermione came back, she proceeded to scold Harry and Ron for not being able to find information about Nicolas Flamel. One day when the five were in the common room where Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Eliza were doing their homework while Rigel took a break contemplating eating chocolate frogs.

"God, Dumbledore again, I have like six of this," Rigel said and tossed the card in Harry's direction who scowled.

"That's it!" Harry gasped.

"What?" Ron asked.

"I've found him!" he whispered. "I've found Flamel! I told you I'd read the name somewhere before, I read it on the train coming here — listen to this: 'Dumbledore is particularly famous forhis defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel'!

Hermione jumped to her feet. She hadn't looked so excited since they'd got back the marks for their very first piece of homework.

"Stay there!" she said, and she sprinted up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Harry and Ron barely had time to exchange mystified looks before she was dashing back, an enormous old book in her arms.

"I never thought to look in here!" she whispered excitedly. "I got this out of the library weeksago for a bit of light reading."

"Light?" said Ron, but Hermione told him to be quiet until she'd looked something up, andstarted flicking frantically through the pages, muttering to herself.

At last, she found what she was looking for. "I knew it! I knew it!"

"Are we allowed to speak yet?" said Ron grumpily.

Hermione ignored him.

"Nicolas Flamel," she whispered dramatically, "is the only known maker of the Sorcerer'sStone!"

This didn't have quite the effect she'd expected. Rigel and Eliza however gasped.

"The what?" said Harry and Ron.

"Oh, honestly, don't you two read? Look – read that, there."

The ancient study of alchemy is concerned with making the Philosopher's Stone, a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The Stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.

There have been many reports of the Philosopher's Stone over the centuries, but the only Stone currently in existence belongs to Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the noted alchemist, and opera-lover. Mr. Flamel, who celebrated his six hundred and sixty-fifth birthday last year, enjoys a quiet life in Devon with his wife, Perenelle (six hundred and fifty-eight).

"See?" said Hermione, when Harry and Ron had finished. "The dog must be guarding Flamel's Philosopher's Stone! I bet he asked Dumbledore to keep it safe for him because they're friends and he knew someone was after it. That's why he wanted the Stone moved out of Gringotts!"

"A stone that makes gold and stops you ever dying," I said. "No wonder Snape's after it! Anyone would want it."

"And no wonder we couldn't find Flamel in that Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry," said Ron. "He's not exactly recent if he's six hundred and sixty-five, is he?"

"Err Rigel" Rigel turned to locate the source of the voice, it was Dean Thomas.

"Talk to you a lot later," Rigel said and walked towards Dean. "Yes?"