Harry Potter: Charlie and the Candy Factory

Chapter 244 Charlie, what do you think?

In the fireplace that has gone through an unknown number of years, the dry firewood is making a crackling sound from time to time as the flame burns.

As he spoke, Nico Flamel sat back on his sofa, raised his arm, and waved casually towards another sofa placed not far away.

But this extremely simple action seemed to trigger some precise and unknown mechanism. The next second, the sofa started to move as if it were alive. The four small and flexible wooden sofa legs moved happily.

It jumped towards the position next to Nico Flamel, knocking gently on the floor, and sounded a bright rhythm like a tap dance.

"OK."

Charlie didn't refuse anything. Seeing that the sofa was already motionless, he nodded, then walked to Nico Flamel's side and sat down slowly.

He is too thin... This was the first thought that popped into Charlie's mind when he saw the other person clearly at close range. The cheekbones were slightly raised, but when it came to the cheeks, there was no trace of fleshiness. The two edges

The frame was even more deeply dented, making the already deep eyes even more difficult to see through.

The exposed forearm outside the sleeve is less than half as thick as himself. The fair skin is as if transparent, and you can vaguely see the movement of every vein, artery and blood vessel in it...

"Ahem..."

It wasn't until the owner of the house coughed twice that he was brought back to reality from this brief trance.

Charlie blinked twice, and when he saw Nico Flamel still looking at him with a smile, without saying anything, he suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming here. He quickly put his hand into his pocket and took out the magic stone again.

He took it out and handed it to the old man in front of him respectfully.

"Master Nico Flamel...this is what Principal Dumbledore asked me to bring you. Please accept it."

"OK, thanks."

Nodding, Nico Flamel said thanks, slowly raised his bone-like arm, and gently picked up the magic stone from Charlie's hand.

Just this action made Charlie feel a little nervous, as if he was afraid that the other party would not be able to hold the weight of the stone and get sprained.

But it turns out that Charlie was overly worried. Although he looked weak, in fact, Nico Flamel, who had been taking the elixir, was even stronger than some fifty-year-old Muggles in terms of physical fitness...

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After taking the Sorcerer's Stone from Charlie's hand, Nico Flamel's expression did not change much. After just taking a look, he calmly placed it on the coffee table together with the kraft paper wrapped on it.

.Then his eyes stopped paying attention to anything and continued to fall on Charlie.

The coffee table that had just settled down just now saw the owner put things on it again. Just as the four legs were about to start functioning, Nico Flamel reached out his hand and patted it gently. The coffee table

Then he became honest in an instant, and turned back into the ordinary coffee table, calm and steady without making any move, as if everything was just Charlie's accidental hallucination.

"Does it have a life of its own?" Charlie's eyes widened slightly and he asked in a low voice while looking up and down on the coffee table in front of him, as if he wanted to confirm where the other person's alchemy symbol was engraved.

"No, it's just that some modifications have been made to the magic pattern to make its operating principle look smoother. In fact, it still has not reached the state that a living thing should have."

Nico Flamel waved his hand and answered Charlie's question lightly, but the technology contained in his words was enough to put ninety percent of the alchemists in the world to shame.

Having said this, he seemed to have aroused some interest in this subject, so he continued to expand the narrative slowly, "But if alchemy reaches a certain level, it is not impossible to create living creatures."

Something..."

Just when Nico Flamel was about to continue saying something, a sound of footsteps coming from below interrupted Nico Flamel's words. The two of them turned their eyes at the same time and looked towards the stairs, only to see Pei.

Renard was carrying a delicate tray containing teapots and teacups, and walked up with a smile.

"Nico, your tea is ready..."

As Perenal spoke, he walked slowly to the two of them and placed a beautiful white porcelain teapot with a big belly and two small porcelain cups with patterns on the coffee table.

"Thanks, dear."

Looking at his wife, Nico Flamel's originally deep eyes finally showed light, and his smile became brighter than before.

And Perenal also responded with a kind smile.

"I won't disturb you anymore, you two can chat slowly."

After saying that, Perenal paced back down the stairs, handing over the quiet atmosphere to Charlie and Nicolas Flamel again.

Little Daisy's tea is swaying gently in the beautiful big-bellied white porcelain teapot, and a faint fragrance is exhaled from the spout. Even just a simple smell can give people a feeling of relaxation and joy.

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Nico was skilled in his skills and waved with a smile. The two small porcelain cups and the teapot started to move on their own. Like the clips that often appear in Disney animations, the movements were still smooth and very energetic, as if they were...

Like real living creatures.

After the two daisy teacups were filled and flew into their respective hands, Nico lowered his head and took a sip of the fragrant scented tea before continuing.

"Legend has it... that the first house elves were tools made by alchemists just like this coffee table, or the teacup in your hand and the teapot on the coffee table. However, they continued to improve and transform their tools.

, and continued to deepen and sublimate, causing the house elf that was supposed to be a tool to give birth to its own consciousness, with a mind, emotions, and joy, anger, sorrow, and joy..."

His originally drooped eyelids were raised slightly, and he glanced at Charlie, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

"They have gained the same status as other life forms in the definition of nature, able to survive, reproduce, and use unique magic."

After saying that, Nico put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Charlie again with his eyes full of wisdom and depth, and asked word by word

"As for their identity, whether they are tools, friends, or others... Charlie, what do you think?"

Obviously, Principal Dumbledore really talked to Nico Flamel a lot about Charlie, so much so that a seemingly casual question from the other party could be like a sharp blade with a tricky angle.

It pierced Charlie's life gate with a hook.

(End of chapter)