In the evening, the Granger family and the Weasley family left, and Harry stayed temporarily at the Hall's house.
He stayed there until Eli received a letter from Nick Flamel.
Although he only lived there for a few days, Harry finally realized what a real home is.
He has lived in this world for eleven years and finally feels like home and family.
When he returned to the Dursleys, he was extremely reluctant to leave, as if he was leaving his real home.
Eli will also have his holiday study time, which is sure to be an extremely fulfilling one.
"Mom, that's enough. Stop stuffing clothes into my box."
Eli felt helpless as he looked at his mother who was still stuffing clothes into a box that had been casted with a traceless telescopic spell.
This box, which looks small but is huge inside, seems to be exactly what Mrs. Hall wants. It is not like an ordinary box that is full after just stuffing it in, leaving some unfinished business.
Only this box could barely allow her to ease her reluctance by stuffing some clothes and items into it.
Eli's room was mostly empty until Mrs. Hall stuffed the last thing in.
Ah, this maternal love is like a landslide.
Eli took out what was included in Nicklemay's letter, a small ball that looked like a copper product with no special texture.
According to the letter, as long as he reads the address attached to Nick Flamel to the ball three times and plays it again, he can go to Nick Flamel's side.
It sounds a bit like Apparition, or a Portkey.
Of course, Apparition is definitely not as good as the Portkey, so it is slightly better in terms of convenience.
At this time, Mr. Hall put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "Eli, you have to take care of yourself and don't make trouble for the teacher."
Mr. Hall always upheld his father's reserve, even though he wanted to hug Eli and say "I can't bear to leave you."
"Okay, I will."
Eli lifted the box, looked at his mother and father who were watching him, smiled at them, and then whispered to the little ball softly the words in the letter. address.
Until he read it for the third time, he flicked the ball slightly to make it tremble.
The trembling did not disappear, as if it was suddenly activated, it became more intense.
The space suddenly began to become distorted, and the familiar pulling feeling came over again. If it were an ordinary person, it might make him vomit.
Eli felt like a small object passing through tofu, and the resistance from space was very clear.
This process lasted a little longer, unlike the time he had been in Knockturn Alley.
The sense of shuttle disappeared and he had reached his destination.
Devon, UK.
This is a small courtyard that looks very ordinary, very English country style.
At least it doesn't look like the residence of a master alchemist.
"Oh Eli, come in quickly, the food is ready."
Like an ordinary grandpa, Nicoléme greeted Eli to come in.
It's just that this grandpa is over 660 years old.
Eli was a little cautious and walked in carrying the box.
There were no smoking alchemy furnaces or strange tools. Eli even thought he had entered an ordinary person's house by mistake.
There are just a lot of opera posters on the wall, some of which look very old, and some of which are even hand-painted.
If it weren't for the protection of magic, it would definitely turn into ashes.
"It's not like an alchemist's home, isn't it?"
Nick Flamel was standing next to Eli, looking at these opera posters, as if he was minding his own business.
"I have been studying alchemy for hundreds of years. There must be time and space that does not belong to alchemy, right? If not, it will drive me crazy. Come on, come and have a meal. Perenelle specially cooked today, but I I think you'd better be careful, she hasn't cooked in more than a hundred years."
"You old man is talking bad about me again!"
came a voice that was a little old but still full of energy.
"Nothing!"
Like a child who was caught doing bad things, Nicoléme pulled Eli to the restaurant and whispered to Eli quietly.
"It's been so many years, but her temper hasn't changed at all."
"You're still talking!"
Eli didn't even dare to nod, for fear of getting angry at him.
"Oh, you must have heard wrong!"
Then he muttered in a very low voice, "Damn it, isn't she deaf?"
The table was quite rich, at least it didn't look like the more than a hundred that Eli had imagined. Looks like he hasn't cooked for years.
"Oh Eli, I'm very happy to see you. Sit down and try my handiwork."
This is a very kind-looking old woman, not at all like the owner of the shrewd voice just now.
She was waving her wand to arrange the dishes on the table.
She invited the two of them to sit down. Eli couldn't resist the hospitality and tasted a piece of beef.
Um? There seems to be no taste.
He ate another piece of duck breast, "Ah~ha~"
A mouthful of salt almost killed him, and his saliva secreted like crazy.
Perenel looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"
"Good... delicious, tastes very good..."
Eli felt that this was the most unscrupulous thing he had ever said.
"Oh, I think it's pretty good too. It seems like my cooking skills haven't deteriorated over the years!"
Perenelle seemed very relaxed about her cooking skills.
But Nicoléme could clearly see Eli's expression, perhaps because he understood his wife's cooking skills, and a drop of cold sweat broke out on his temples.
"Nick, hurry up and eat. It's been a long time since you tasted my cooking!"
Nick Flamel, who was suddenly called upon, looked at the dishes on the table with a feeling of death.
After one sip, Eli could only see him rolling his eyes.
Sir, sir, should I call an ambulance?
Eli was really scared to witness the death of the master alchemist right now.
Even the magic stone would be hard to save.
Fortunately, the old man is still strong, and maybe he is familiar with his wife's craftsmanship, so he is somewhat resistant.
The uncle finally got over it.
Perenelle looked at Nico Flamel's deathly expression and was very dissatisfied, "Is it so unpalatable? You always had this look on my face every time you ate my food!"
She forked a piece of duck breast and tasted it. He took a bite, and then "yue..."
Perenel finally realized his cooking skills, and it was unbearable for him, so he had to withdraw.
Perenelle gave an order, and a house elf suddenly appeared and started cooking very skillfully.
It seems that the ones who usually cook are also house elves.
"I'm really sorry. It's been more than a hundred years, and my cooking skills have inevitably deteriorated!"
"No, you have always been very stable."
Nick Flamel beeped in a low voice, but quietly lowered his head in the eyes of his wife full of murderous intent.
Seeing how capable the house elf was, Eli wondered if he could find one too?
Maybe you can help me take care of the property then?
He has bought a piece of land in England for the cultivation of medicinal herbs.
Now it's time to buy some medicinal seeds.
Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic does not require people to be of age, otherwise Eli, who is only in his teens, would not be able to get this land.