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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/11156953/22/"What do you know about the Philosopher's Stone Miss Potter?" Dumbledore asked instead.
"You can use it for two things, either to make gold from lead or to make the Elixir of Life," I said.
Dumbledore nodded, "Do you know who made it?" I nodded, and he continued. "Master Flamel made it in the early sixteen hundreds as a way to try and save his wife who was dying. He knew the only way to save her was the Elixir of Life and the only way to make that was to make the Philosopher's Stone. He made it and saved her life. The problem came when others found out that he had managed to make it."
"What'd he do?" I asked.
"What was he to do? Master Flamel was a Master Alchemist but he was no fighter. So he did what any intelligent man would do, he let Mistress Perenelle handle it."
"Mistress Perenelle?" I asked. "Isn't that his wife?"
"Yes, and anyone who tries to rob a former Merlin of the White Council is just asking for trouble." A former Merlin? I blinked. Holy shit. "But after the first hundred assassination attempts passed and they showed no sign of slowing down they realized they had to try something different."
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