[HP] Missy and Mischief

Geoffrey drove along the clockwise snail-shell-like districts of Paris, and finally stopped at a villa area on the north bank of the Seine-et-Marne.The family walked through the small garden in the vestibule talking and laughing, where, as in Cassandra's memory, various rare shrubs and flowers were planted in a very planned way, and she could smell the slight fragrance of the moonlight flowers on her clothes.

Grandpa Yarman spends almost half of his time in the garden every day, and he is keen to explain to everyone passing by that "this is a rare species cultivated by himself" and "there are really black water lilies in the world"...

The delicious aroma of grilled chicken fat and steak wafted from the kitchen. Gabi directed everyone to sit down in their seats, and then filled everyone's plates with secret roasted beef shoulder with a queen-like air. Meat (this is her favorite dish).Under everyone's teasing eyes, Cassandra found helplessly that what Gabi gave her was the most delicious part - and it was more than the combined weight of her grandfather and uncle.

She had just picked up the knife when there was a knock on the door from the direction of the hall.

Cassandra glanced uneasily at her loved ones, and walked quickly to the door.

It stands to reason that this place is covered with powerful enough ignore spells and defensive spells, so that no one except acquaintances can see the villa in this bustling place.

"Who is it?" Cassandra asked cautiously, drawing out her wand, "did you make an appointment in advance?"

"Nicole Flamel...doesn't have an appointment, it seems that I came at the wrong time." An old man's voice sounded outside the door, he was panting, "As entrusted by Dumbledore, come to find the 'family who lives in Paris No. Miss Cassandra Wolflin at the dining table on the first floor, No. 18, Villa Rue De Rivoli, arrondissement."

Cassandra was still a little skeptical, but Yarman who followed hurriedly opened the door excitedly after hearing the surname "Flame".

A thin little old man appeared in front of them, with extremely pale complexion and equally gray hair.If she hadn't been able to see Flamel's dark pupils, she would almost have thought it was a petrified ghost!

"My God...Nicolas Flamel!" Yarman exclaimed, "Everyone says you are dead, after all, no one has seen you and your wife since you met at the Paris Opera House in 1962." ...sorry, no offense meant, but... oops, please come in anyway!"

He shook Flame's hand with the excited expression of seeing the legend, but with a clear "click", the old man let out a bone-cracking cry of pain.

"...Excuse me?" Arman and Cassandra apologized anxiously at the same time.

"Alas..." Flamel held his right hand with his left hand, and said with a wry smile, "I'm getting old, but my bones are not so good... If it wasn't for the destination being Paris, I wouldn't have made this trip."

So, under the way that the Wolflin family cared for fragile antiques, the legendary alchemist who lived for more than six hundred years was welcomed to sit down at the dining table.Fortunately, he was not as eccentric and tricky as the rumors said. He looked around at the Muggles and wizards sitting around him, as well as the sumptuous dinner on the table, and smiled kindly.

Can he really eat anything that isn't liquid?

The family at the dining table had such a question in their hearts.During the short journey from the foyer to the dining room, Nicole Flamel made three "clicks" all over his body, making people tremble with fear that his papery body would fall apart.

"Thank you...but I'll be fine if I smell it." The pale-faced old man looked at the delicious beef in sauce on the plate in front of him with emotion, and sniffed the aroma of the food intoxicatedly, but he didn't intend to eat at all.

If Harry Potter could see all this with his own eyes, he would definitely suggest to Flamel to go to the Halloween Death Day Dinner at Hogwarts. The ghosts must have a lot in common with the old man.

Despite the addition of an uninvited guest, they gorge themselves on a delicious roast beef and rich, steaming creamy soup.Gabi is in charge of serving a bowl of milky white thick soup to everyone, and Yarman will immediately command the table knife to cut the baguettes into uniform sizes, lightly bake them with butter, and then automatically fly them into everyone's dinner plates.

Flamel watched happily the tacit cooperation of this old couple.He knows that this must be a happy marriage that has been slowly worked out after decades of getting along.

"So these two are your grandparents?"

Cassandra stopped scooping out the mushroom grains in the bowl with a spoon, and let out a noncommittal "huh".She was still wary of having her address found on her first day in France.

The old man smiled tolerantly and forgave her offense, "Don't be nervous...it's just that the two remind me of me and my wife."

"Sorry to interrupt," Jeffrey swallowed the last bite of the barbecue, and asked vaguely: "Have you been with the same person for more than 600 years, and you really don't feel tired?"

He had just been told by his father about the extraordinary background of the old man, but what shocked him the most was Lemay's family.For a celibate, it is impossible to imagine being face to face with someone for 600 years.

"To be precise, it is 650 years. We were classmates when we were still in school at Beauxbatons. When I first entered school, Perenal was still a little girl..." Flamel smiled, "For your question, My answer is: if it's the right person, it won't be boring for another 600 years. We've pretty much lived enough, but we're still looking forward to the afterlife."

"Impolite." Gabi glared at his younger son, then turned around and asked with great interest: "Is there really alchemy? To be honest, I have thought about it since I was a child. Isn't diamond alchemy more valuable?" ?”

...Is this more polite?

Cassandra made a silent wish in her heart that Nicole Flamel would not imagine their family as a family of comedians.

"Okay, I'm joking," Gabi waved his hand, picked up the plate and said, "Kasha, go and have a chat with Master Flamel alone."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and took Nico Flamel to the cloister in the backyard.A large piece of sunlight vines hangs from the top of the corridor, replacing the role of the wall lamp, casting a warm and soft halo on the ground, and weaving complex patterns on them through the branches and leaves.

"Does Professor Dumbledore have anything to tell me?" Cassandra cast a nervous glance at the old man.

Countless times she'd thought the headmaster would talk to her - after badly wounding Moody with the Dark Arts, after breaking into the Ministry of Magic at night - but he hadn't done anything.

"He only asked me to help you with a sentence," Flamel said, looking at her with sparkling eyes, "but I think you should be given an important item so that when the hammer of fate falls, you will be less likely to suffer. some pain..."

Cassandra said: "Fate? I don't believe in destiny. Isn't everything we experience the result of our choices?"

"I don't know. But in this long and peaceful life, everything that happened tells me that it is best to follow the schedule, so I will appear in the right place and push the wheel of fortune." LeMay murmured , "The last person who told me not to believe in fate was Dumbledore. Unfortunately, a fire in 1927 destroyed his belief to a certain extent..."

Cassandra bit her lower lip: "Then why did you come to me?"

"Probably because people who have experienced the flood always have admiration for those who have the courage to become stone statues. I talked with my wife Perenal, and we agreed that too long a life is no longer a good thing. Especially in times of turmoil," the old man calmly handed her a thin book, "then we made a decision... it has something to do with this rune secret tome in your hand."

"Then Professor Dumbledore..." Sensing that the old man wanted to leave, Cassandra hurriedly asked.

"He said, 'There is never a shelter from a storm at sea, only flight'."

"...What the hell does this mean?"

Cassandra looked down in confusion.When she looked up again, Nicole Flamel had disappeared.Like a real ghost, he disappeared elsewhere in the blink of an eye.

She subconsciously lowered her head to look at the black hard shell with bronzing patterns of rune patterns in her hand. There was a dazzling red stone inlaid on the cover, flowing with a bewitching light.

Cassandra tried to open the thin book, but there seemed to be some kind of restriction on it, and she failed.The back cover revealed a line of runes, which she discovered after deciphering for a while, meant "I opened at the end".

………………

For the next week, Cassandra stayed at home and didn't go anywhere.She read through the fashion magazines she missed because of full-time reading, and even drew a lot of sketches of clothing designs (Gabi laughed at her aesthetics being assimilated by medieval witches, and Geoffrey reassured her that fashion would always Reincarnation, her design draft will be of great use in a few hundred years).

It wasn't until the long-eared owl brought a big square envelope that she realized that she had forgotten the NEWTs. results.

But the moment she opened the envelope with a sterling silver letter opener, a smug smile appeared on Cassandra's face.Yarman noticed this, put the gardening scissors away, and leaned over to help the reading glasses:

"Astronomy, Ancient Runes, Potions, Runes Translation, History of Magic... Yes, herbalism is also O (excellent)! All 12 subjects are O, Kaisha, you really make grandpa proud!"

Yarman held the parchment report card, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was. He patted his granddaughter on the shoulder, "I was not as capable as you when I was in school, and even the people I knew were not so famous!"

"Is there no particularly famous alumni at the same time as you?" Cassandra asked curiously, and stopped Arman who was about to write letters to old friends with a happy face.

"Strictly speaking, there are not none, such as Irene Prince, Abraxas Malfoy, Orion Black...but they are all short-lived ghosts," Yarman said with a smack of his lips, " I just remember that during my time at Hogwarts, there was a very outstanding Head Boy called Tom Riddle, all the professors thought he would be more accomplished than Dumbledore, but unfortunately he disappeared in the dark ages gone."

Yarman took the parchment and went to the study excitedly, leaving Cassandra shaking her head helplessly.

She thought her life in France would continue in such a peaceful and happy way, but that night, when she sat in front of the TV after dinner and watched the news, everything changed.

The author has something to say:

*Nicole LeMay actually died in 1992 because of the destruction of the Philosopher's Stone. Here it is set as the headmaster returned the Philosopher's Stone to him; when I watched the Fantastic Beasts series, I wanted to complain, he really looks like a The npc who transfers the task;

*Dumbledore's address comes from the Book of Access, the first one to monitor Harry's location in real time.But I guess the unrecognized principal can't use it, otherwise the trio in the seventh part wouldn't have to flee and just wait for death...

*The three men mentioned by Yalman were in his class, all enrolled in 1940.Tom Riddle (Voldemort) enrolled in 1938.

*Won't stay in France all the time, don't worry, Gemini will have a role soon.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the shallow water bomb: 1 bobo milk;

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 2 Sichuan carp;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 little girl who is curvy and Tingting;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: puffer fish, bobo milk, tangerine and navel orange;

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