Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

As one of the oldest streets in Paris since its founding, "Rue Montmorency" itself carries a history that is still alive.

A few years ago, whether it was the ancient style of the surrounding wooden houses and small stone buildings that were hundreds of years old just by looking at the style, or the stone roads with numerous ravines that had been washed and washed tens of thousands of times, they were all still intact.

Revealing an "old-fashioned" atmosphere, imitating

It seems that the shadows of the people who lived here hundreds of years ago overlap with the people strolling on this street now. Although their clothes are completely different, but against the backdrop of the surrounding environment, they do not feel that they are different.

How unexpected...

Nowadays, with its history well preserved, it has become a commercial street that mainly sells local specialties or souvenirs to deceive foreign enemies. The intricate sounds and numerous tourists have transformed the entire street.

The streets were full of people, and they no longer looked as peaceful as before.

"Hey..." Putting down the note and looking at the scene in front of him, Charlie couldn't help but laugh.

"Master Nico Flamel is really good at choosing places... Living in seclusion in such a prosperous and popular place... has a different flavor."

After making a casual joke, Charlie disappeared into the crowd of tourists without saying anything else and disappeared.

When he followed the flow of people moving back and forth and arrived at No. 51 Montmorency Street according to the note, there was only an empty space between No. 50 and No. 52.

However, every No-Maj who walked past this extra "gap" on the neat street seemed to ignore it and naturally turned their attention elsewhere, without any sense of it.

Something is wrong.

It wasn't until Charlie raised the note in his hand towards the empty space that everything finally changed. The seemingly ordinary fonts on the note suddenly shone brightly in Charlie's eyes.

.The words seem to have come to life. In the constant change and reorganization, each has lost its original identity and turned into

There are things that Charlie can't recognize clearly. They seem to be letters, but they also look like magic patterns, and they also look like oracle bones carved on animal bones... But no matter what they are, in the end, they can't escape the disappearance.

Destiny lies in Charlie's hands. Under his eyes, the light gradually fades away, and together with the characters on it, it approaches nothingness.

This seemingly long time in Charlie's eyes was actually only about five seconds. When the writing on the note completely disappeared, Charlie put down the note again. In the open space in front of him, there was a building made of granite.

The two-story stone building that was built stood out from the ground, majestically showing a slightly dilapidated and gray appearance among the mostly whitewashed buildings around it.

If this Montmorency Street once carried a long period of time, then Charlie can confirm that this unique building full of wizarding colors in front of him is probably the so-called history itself... Looking at the many things above

traces, even just

Just because of his appearance, you can think of countless stories that happened around him. Some are romantic, some are tragic, some are ordinary, some are glorious... Countless stories are mixed together, intertwined and transformed, forming the structure that stands today.

51 rue Montmorency in front of you.

It wasn't until the moment that Nico Flamel's house actually appeared in front of him that Charlie thought that the excitement in his heart had already calmed down, but the uneasy "thud, thud" troubles started again, making him unable to help but deliberately move his body.

He straightened his waist and straightened his body forward a little more. He pursed his lips silently but with complicated eyes, and looked at the stone building from top to bottom, every stone pillar or the cracks on the house plate.

Yes, Charlie Black was nervous. This "top figure in the Black family" who once convinced the Minister of Magic with money, chatted and laughed with the Headmaster of Hogwarts, and was surrounded by a lot of big shots, lived for 630 years in the only one with a long history.

The fourteen-year-old legend felt nervous in front of his house. This feeling was several times stronger than when he faced the disabled version of Voldemort not long ago.

After hesitating for a moment, Charlie took a deep breath and finally calmed his restless heart, returning it to its most perfect state.

He had taken a step before and completely disappeared from the sight of countless No-Majs, standing on the steps of the house at No. 51 Montmorency Street.

On his finger, the dull ring shone with bright red light again. In just a blink of an eye, Charlie's modern No-Maj outfit of a down jacket and slacks had disappeared, replaced by a thick and thick t-shirt.

traditional magician gray linen

He wore a material robe, plus a large wizard hat with a wide brim and a high top of the same color. After all of this was arranged and confirmed that he looked fine, Charlie finally walked up and came to the door and raised his hand to gently pull the button.

A door knocker that has not had visitors for decades.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Knock knock knock..."

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All the sounds on the street seemed to disappear at this moment, leaving only the rhythmic muffled sound of the door knocker hitting the wooden door, echoing in Charlie's ears.

Fortunately, he was not kept waiting for too long. After knocking for about ten seconds, the seemingly ordinary wooden door suddenly appeared with a soft light diaphragm, and a weak light came from the location where the wooden door was knocked.

It rippled outward, like a layer of ripples on calm water, and it didn't subside until it covered the entire wooden door.

At the same time, Charlie also suddenly noticed that a weak and ingenious magic resonated in a place in his body that was not easy to detect, and after a ripple on the door, it quietly disappeared.

However, just this insignificant little detail has already caused Charlie's heart to surge. You know, if he hadn't noticed the changes on the door and sensed himself based on the flow of magic, he would have been able to use his own induction alone.

You will never find such weak fluctuations.

Although it is just an inconspicuous detection magic, it is enough to think that the subject of the spell is not the wizard, but the door that is an alchemical item in front of me. And it can almost not be discovered by myself, who is known for his subtle control of magic.

It shows what kind of attainments the owner of the house, Nico Flamel, has achieved in alchemy.

For a moment, Charlie's heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, began to speed up again.

"It's really exciting, Master Nico Flamel."