"A hundred years?" Rowan wondered aloud. What did a wizard do with over seven hundred years of life? He could hardly fathom the thought!

With Professor Recard's hint, the Hufflepuff smoothed out his parchment and began jotting down the important tidbits about Flamel. He tried his best to keep up, but his hand got tired so easily that his sentences became shorter and shorter... stone... elixir of life... DADA... divination... Global Wizarding War... Merlin, this guy lived a crazy life! Rowan was fascinated.

Now, for an answer that hasn't already been said. Rowan glanced around thoughtfully as his classmates gave their answers, giving nods of agreement. They had really good points. Now, what to contribute? Hmm... he tried to think outside of the time period with Voldemort's return... "Perhaps the experience of a long life hadn't been what he pictured, and he didn't want anyone else risking going through that? So it was better off destroyed? As in, he was one of the few who knew the consequences of immortality..." He suggested after raising a still-cramping-from-note-taking-hand.