Harry Potter: The Atypical Alchemist

Question: If a person is not dead, but he invites you to attend his funeral and gives the exact time, how would you feel?

Answer: It’s complicated, very complicated.

Such is the case with Sister Ramadan and Stone.

They sat on the sofa in silence, recalling the conversation they had just had with Nico Flamel.

The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. Even if Nico Flamel has a method to refine it again, his death is a foregone conclusion, subjectively or objectively - there is not enough elixir to support it, and the Flamel couple have calmly Faced with death.

Stone knows this, and what makes it difficult for him to face is that the deceased personally organized his own funeral and sent out invitations one by one.

He didn't know how to feel about the funeral.

sad?

They haven't left yet, and the Flamel couple themselves don't feel this way.

calm?

He couldn't do it either. Although they didn't get along for a long time, Stone was indeed full of respect for his cheap teacher.

Putting aside the emotions, if you look at the incident alone, it is absurd and makes people feel... quite handsome.

For a moment, Stone's mood was mixed.

It was late at night, but the sleepiness of Stone and the Ramadan sisters had been completely washed away by the news.

In the silence, Nyx suddenly murmured:

"I can't go shopping anymore."

"Um......"

The funeral is not far away, and out of respect for the person who is about to leave, it is not appropriate to go out to play anymore.

Although no one saw it, the ruler in their hearts was still there, restricting their behavior.

Then, Stone's heart became more complicated.

Not having to go shopping... is a good thing, but I can't be happy about it.

"Oh -" Stone let out a long sigh, "Don't even think about it, just go to bed first."

After saying this, he returned to his bedroom.

After lying on the bed, my mind couldn't calm down for a long time, and I didn't know when I would fall asleep.

The next day, three people, including Stone, were awakened by a knock on the door.

The person who came was Hermione, and the one who opened the door was Stone.

The first thing Hermione noticed was Stone's tired eyes, and then his messy hair. He looked like he had just woken up and was in a very bad state.

"Didn't sleep well?"

"Yes." Stone forced a smile, "I went to the Ministry of Magic yesterday, and then played very late."

He didn't plan to tell Hermione about Nicolas Flamel. Hermione's ability to empathize was a bit strong, and he didn't want to make her sad.

"Come in." Stone turned sideways.

Hermione was very happy when she entered Stone's house for the first time. She looked around as she walked, and soon she saw the Ramadan sisters sitting on the sofa with their eyes also blank.

"Oh, it's Hermione." The two of them greeted weakly.

"Uh...hello."

While talking, she quietly sat on the sofa, not daring to disturb the quiet atmosphere.

When Stone came over, she tugged at the corner of his clothes and said, "How about I go back first and you guys can rest for a while."

There was some ambiguity in the words, and Hermione didn't lower her voice deliberately, so Sister Ramadan heard it.

"It's okay." Memphis didn't care about the wrong content in his words and said, "I can't sleep anyway, I just can't go out with you to play."

"Oh...it's okay." Hermione took out a few books from her bag, "I'm here to read."

"Well, take a look."

So Hermione actually opened the book and started reading.

The other three people watched her reading, and the room became quiet.

Studying, eating normally... and occasionally saying a few words, the vitality brought by Hermione gradually broke through the slight sadness in their hearts.

One day, two days, three days...

Every morning, Hermione would arrive at Stone's house on time and leave on time after dinner.

Although her original intention was to hang out with Stone,... reading a book was not bad, at least she could stay by Stone's side.

This state lasted until August 12th.

night.

When bidding farewell to Hermione, Stone said:

"Don't come here in the next few days. We have something to do."

"Oh... you can't tell me right?"

"It's not a secret, I just don't want you to worry about it," Stone said.

"Okay~ Then I won't disturb you, bye~"

"Goodbye."

With Hermione's sensitivity, she could definitely tell that their mentality was not quite right these past few days, but she was considerate and didn't ask further questions.

"Thank you..." Stone muttered.

Not only is he considerate to her, but he is also a companion to her.

... ...

On the afternoon of the 13th, they boarded a plane to Burgundy.

Nico Flamel was born in France and traveled around the world. He chose to be buried in his hometown.

"Learn how to reveal your followers." Memphis complained again.

Planes and things like that always feel unreliable. But there is no way, there is no key to the door to France, there are no formal violations.

"...I'm only in the first grade." Stone once again used the same sentence pattern to retort, "I really don't have access to these things."

"..." Memphis was speechless.

The plane was turbulent as it took off, and Memphis held on to the seat belt tightly.

The landing was bumpy, too, and her hands were sweating when she came to a complete stop.

Of course, Nyx wasn't much better either. He unbuckled his seat belt shakily, and his body swayed when he stood up.

"..."

There was no way, Stone could only support them from one side to the other, just like he did when he went to the concert.

After touching the earth again, the two finally stood firm.

Memphis coughed twice, ignored the topic of his unsteady steps, and said:

"You've grown taller. Last time you could only hold my forearm."

"...It's been more than half a year."

"Oh, time flies by very quickly."

Yes, Nico Flamel was just a little boy when I last saw him. Now he has grown taller and Nico Flamel is going to die.

It's not that he's particularly sad, he's just a little emotional. Things are different in him a little quickly.

"Let's go." Stone said calmly.

"Well..." Memphis touched Stone's head lovingly.

... ...

It was the night of the 13th when we arrived in Burgundy.

In the early morning of the 14th, they got up early, put on pure black suits, took a taxi at the front desk of the hotel, and after riding for a while, they switched to walking.

Burgundy is famous for its red wine and wineries. The funeral address was Nicoléme’s mansion, which is also a winery.

Walking and identifying all the way, they arrived at their destination just as the sun just jumped above the horizon.