Chapter 113: The Script Has Changed!
Chapter 113: The Script Has Changed!
"This must be Harry Potter", Nicolas Flamel's gaze turned to Harry. "This is our first meeting, and I haven't had the chance to personally thank you for helping protect the Philosopher's Stone last year."
Harry quickly replied, "It wasn't just my doing, Mr. Flamel. My friends and I worked together to protect the stone."
"Oh, yes", Nicolas Flamel smiled. "I should also thank your friends. Please pass on my gratitude to them."
"I will, sir."
Nicolas Flamel's smile gradually faded.
"It's time to put an end to this farce. After I destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, only a few fragments retained some magical power, and there were only a few of them."
"I wrote to a few old friends, telling them they could send their promising descendants to retrieve one of the fragments. Somehow, this information got out, and many people who thought they had a good relationship with me sent their descendants to me, hoping to obtain a fragment."
"However, there are only three Philosopher's Stone Fragments left that still have some effect."
He pulled three red stone fragments from his pocket.
At first glance, the genuine Philosopher's Stone Fragments looked ordinary, like common red pebbles, far less impressive than the fake ones.
"You've done a great deal of help, so I'll give these three fragments to you. This way, no one else will trouble me over this matter."
Nicolas Flamel handed the three fragments to Sherlock. Sherlock accepted them without hesitation, looking at the red stones with some confusion.
"Mr. Flamel, what can the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone do?"
Nicolas Flamel explained.
"These fragments still retain some of the Philosopher's Stone's properties. If you use them in potion-making, they can enhance the effects of certain potions. Alternatively, you can soak them in water to create a healing potion that can cure most injuries, and in some cases, it's even better than Phoenix Tears."
I see. The Philosopher's Stone no longer has the ability to transmute base metals into gold, and its life-extending properties are greatly diminished. Now, it's primarily a tool for healing.
But even so, these fragments are still valuable.
Snape would definitely go to great lengths to acquire them if he knew about them.
"As for those who came to Paris and were deceived, I will compensate them with something so they don't leave empty-handed."
After everything was settled, Nicolas Flamel stood up from the sofa.
"My wife needs my care. I thank you again for your help, Sherlock and Harry. When you return to Hogwarts, please send my regards to Albus."
Then he left the living room and returned to the German magical hospital through the Ministry of Magic's fireplace.
Afterward, Harry and Sherlock received an award from the French Ministry of Magic.
Each of them received a French Friendly Wizard Medal, which was a very meaningful keepsake.
Once everything was resolved, Sherlock and Harry didn't return to Fleur's house to say goodbye.
Instead, they gave one of the Philosopher's Stone Fragments to Mr. Delacour, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, asking him to pass it on to Fleur.
At the Delacour residence, Fleur woke up in the afternoon.
Mrs. Delacour didn't use an Awakening Charm on her but let her sleep a bit longer.
Fleur opened her eyes in her bedroom, staring at the ceiling in confusion for a moment before suddenly sitting up.
She quickly put on her slippers, rushed out of her bedroom, and entered the living room, where she anxiously asked Mrs. Delacour.
"Mom, why am I at home?"
Mrs. Delacour recounted the events of the morning, telling her about the capture of the two fraudsters. She then pulled the Philosopher's Stone Fragment from her pocket.
"This was delivered by your father. Sherlock asked him to pass it on to you and to tell you that if you ever visit Britain, he and Harry would be happy to be your guides."
Fleur took the Philosopher's Stone Fragment from Mrs. Delacour's hand.
She stared at the small red stone in her palm, dazed, before finally asking, with a hint of urgency,
"Are they still in Paris?"
"From what I heard, they left around noon. Your father said they plan to travel to Sweden and then return to Britain."
Fleur's mood suddenly felt like a spice rack had been knocked over, a chaotic mix of emotions.
She held the fragment in her hand with a somewhat melancholic expression and returned to her bedroom. Lying on the bed, she gazed at it for a long time before muttering softly to herself.
"I wanted to go to Sweden with you guys too."
"Thank you."
After taking a photo with Harry under the Eiffel Tower, Sherlock took the camera back from the passerby and politely thanked them.
Harry wore a sun hat and held an ice cream cone, following closely behind Sherlock.
"Are we going to the Palace of Versailles next, Professor?"
Sherlock checked the film in the camera, glanced at his watch, and pondered for a moment.
"Never mind, it's just another palace. It's not worth it. Let's head to the next destination while it's still early."
"What about dinner? Foie gras? Roast pork knuckle? Or a steak?"
"Eat, eat, eat. If you keep eating like this, you'll end up just like your cousin."
"Since you put it that way, I definitely won't become like that!"
"Hey, are you trying to give me a hard time now?"
They got back into the car, and Sherlock spread out the map, looking for their next stop.
"We should be able to reach Troyes by seven tonight, stay there for the night, and head to Lyon tomorrow. We'll reach Geneva the day after."
Sherlock finalized their plan, but Harry's face turned pale.
This was the first time during their trip that Sherlock had laid out such a detailed plan and announced it openly!
"Professor, don't you ever feel that sometimes, things end up going in the opposite direction of what you expect?"
Harry carefully chose his words, trying to tell Sherlock that his words had a jinxed effect.
Sherlock picked up on the implication in Harry's words and stared at him speechlessly.
"What? Do you think my words often bring disaster?"
Harry hesitated for a moment before nodding cautiously.
"In a way, yes."
"I remember when we were fighting the Basilisk, you guys also thought that. You kept begging me to shut up. As students of a magic school, you don't believe in magic, but you believe in such superstitions?"
Sherlock grumbled as he drove, genuinely puzzled why Harry and the others thought his words were jinxed. While some things were coincidental, coincidences shouldn't be treated as laws!
Seeing that Sherlock still didn't believe him, Harry didn't give up.
They were going to travel together for a long time, and if he didn't make things clear, Sherlock might suddenly say something like, "I believe you will live a healthy and happy life, Harry", and Harry might as well find a grave and bury himself.
"If you don't believe me, we can do an experiment!"
Harry pointed to a bird flying in the sky and asked Sherlock.
"Do you think this bird will land safely on the branch?"
Sherlock looked at the bird gliding in the air and shrugged.
"It's not injured and it's not flying into the road. Why wouldn't it land safely?"
"Since you said that, Professor, it's going to have an accident!"
Sherlock looked at Harry's serious expression, wondering if he had been hit by some strange spell that burned his brain.
He parked the car by the side of the road, determined to prove something to himself today.
They got out of the car and squatted by the roadside, watching the bird in the sky.
The bird, which seemed to be a stray goose, circled in the sky for a few minutes before landing on a large tree by the roadside, right under Xia Luo and Harry's watchful eyes.
Harry was completely stunned!
The script wasn't supposed to go this way!
He turned to look at Sherlock, who also turned to look at him, his eyes asking if Harry had anything else to say.
"No!" Harry argued loudly, "This time it must be because the probability of it landing safely was too high! Let's try again!"
He looked around and found another bird in the sky.
"Say it from your heart, Professor. Do you think that bird will land safely?"
Sherlock stared at the owl flying closer and muttered to himself.
"Not only do I think it will land safely, but it also seems to be looking for us."
The next moment, the owl glided down and landed on the car roof.
Harry was completely dumbfounded, unable to speak for a long time!
The script had changed!
Professor Sherlock wasn't jinxed; he had become a Seer!
Sherlock, however, paid no attention to Harry's nervous reaction. He took the letter from the owl, opened it, and quickly scanned through it. His brows furrowed deeply as he folded the letter and put it in his pocket.
The owl, seeing that he had received the letter, spread its wings and flew back into the sky.
Sherlock pulled the stunned Harry back into the car.
"There's been an unexpected development, Harry. I'm afraid our trip is over!"
(End of Chapter)
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