Chapter 153

One day, after enduring another thorough lecture from Snape, Ith clutched his aching lower back as he left the Potion office. Instead of returning directly to his own office, he used spatial magic to transport himself straight to the top of the Castle. Leaning against the tower summit, he closed his eyes and, through the operation of his magic, swept his gaze across his own office using a pair of scarlet eyes... Meanwhile, Barty stood outside the alchemy office, frowning deeply as he sneaked around and inspected the doorway. He had used every known charm to probe the office, yet he could not sense a single trace of wards or spells. Was this fellow really leaving his office completely unprotected? Or did he perhaps have other methods... With this thought, Barty stopped himself just as he was about to push the door open. He put his brain through another intense bout of mental gymnastics. Judging by the pendant on Ith's chest that he had observed earlier today, it had to be an alchemy product—and one far beyond the garbage found in Borgin's shop. Nicolas Flamel, the master of alchemy, had passed away.