Harry Potter I Am Death

In the evening, the Granger family and the Weasley family left, but Harry temporarily stayed at Hall's house.

Lived until Eli received a letter from Nick Flamel.

Although he only stayed for a few days, it also made Harry finally realize what a real home is.

After 11 years of living in this world, he finally felt like home and family.

When he returned to the Dursleys, he was so sad, it was like leaving his real home.

Eli will also usher in his vacation study time, which will definitely be an extremely fulfilling vacation.

"Mom, that's enough, stop stuffing my suitcase with clothes"

Eli felt helpless looking at his mother who was still stuffing clothes into a box that had been cast with the No Trace Curse.

This box, which is small in appearance but huge inside, seems to be exactly what Mrs. Hall wanted. It is not like ordinary boxes that can be filled with just a little stuffing, which is unavoidable.

Only this box can barely let her ease her reluctance by stuffing some clothes and items in it.

Eli's room was more than half empty until Mrs. Hall stuffed the last thing in.

Ah, this mother's love is like a landslide.

Eli took out the thing that came with Nicholas' letter, a small ball that looked like copper, with no special lines.

According to the introduction in the letter, as long as he reads the address attached to the ball three times and flicks it again, he will be able to go to Nicholas.

That sounds a bit like Apparition, or a Portkey.

Of course, Apparition is definitely not comparable to Portkey, and it is slightly better in terms of convenience.

Only then did Mr. Hall put down the newspaper in his hand, "Eli, you have to take care of yourself and don't make trouble for the teacher."

Mr. Hall always upholds his father's reserve, even though he already wants to hug Eli and say "I can't bear you"

"Yes, I will"

Eli picked up the box, looked at his mother and father who were watching him, smiled at them, and whispered the address in the letter to the little ball in a low voice.

Until the third time, he flicked the ball lightly, making it vibrate.

The tremor did not disappear, as if it was suddenly activated, it became more and more intense.

The space suddenly began to become distorted, and the familiar pulling feeling hit again. If it was an ordinary person, he might vomit.

Eli felt as if he was passing through the tofu like a small object, and the resistance from space was very clear.

This process lasted a little longer, unlike the one he had in Knockturn Alley.

The sense of shuttle disappeared, and he had arrived at his destination.

Devon, England.

This is a small courtyard that looks very ordinary, with a rural flavor of England.

At least it doesn't look like the residence of a master alchemist.

"Oh Eli, come in, dinner is ready"

Like an ordinary grandpa, Nicholas greeted Eli to go in.

It's just that this grandfather is more than 660 years old.

Eli was a little cautious, and walked in with the box.

There was no smoking alchemy furnace, no weird tools, and Eli even thought he had strayed into some ordinary house.

There are just a lot of opera posters on the wall, some of which look very old, and some are even hand-painted.

If it weren't for the protection of magic, it would definitely turn into ashes.

"It doesn't look like the home of an alchemist, does it?"

Nicholas was standing next to Eli, looking at these opera posters, as if he said to himself.

"I've been studying alchemy for hundreds of years. There must be time and space that doesn't belong to alchemy, right? If not, it will drive me crazy. Well, let's have a meal. Today, Perenelle specially cooked a meal, but I Think you'd better be careful, she hasn't cooked in over 100 years"

"You old man is talking bad about me again!"

A voice that was a little old but still full of spirit came over.

"Nothing!"

Like a child who was caught doing something bad, Nicolumey dragged Eli to the restaurant, and whispered to Eli.

"She has been here for so many years, and her temper has not changed at all"

"You're still talking!"

Eli didn't even dare to nod, for fear that his anger would come to him.

"Oh, you must have heard wrong!"

Then he whispered again, "Hell, isn't she deaf?"

The table is quite rich, at least it doesn't look like Eli imagined that he hasn't cooked for more than 100 years.

"Oh Eli, great to meet you, sit down and try my craft"

This is a very kind-looking old woman, not at all like the owner of the pungent voice just now.

She was waving her wand and arranging the dishes on the table.

She beckoned the two to sit down, and Eli couldn't help but tasted a piece of beef.

Um?It seems to have no taste.

He ate another piece of duck breast, "Ah~ha~"

A mouthful of salt almost killed him, and his saliva was crazily secreted.

Perenelle looked at him expectantly, "How is it?"

"Good... delicious, tastes very good..."

Eli thought it was the most unconscionable thing he had ever said.

"Oh, I also think it's not bad. It seems that my cooking skills have not deteriorated after all these years!"

Perenelle seemed relaxed about his cooking skills.

Nicholas could clearly see Eli's expression, perhaps because he understood his wife's cooking skills, a drop of cold sweat dripped from his temples.

"Nick, hurry up and eat, you haven't tasted my craft for a long time!"

Nick Lemay, who was suddenly named, looked at the dishes on the table, feeling as though he was dying.

Taking a bite, Eli saw him rolling his eyes.

Sir, sir, should I call an ambulance?

Eli is really scared to witness the death of the master alchemist right now.

It's hard to save even the Sorcerer's Stone.

But fortunately, the old man's body is still tough, maybe he is familiar with his wife's craft, so he is somewhat resistant.

Grandpa finally survived.

Perenelle looked at Nicolome's dying expression and was very dissatisfied, "Is it so unpalatable? You used to have this expression every time you ate my food!"

She forked a piece of duck breast herself, tasted it, and then "yue..."

Perenelle finally realized his cooking skills, and he couldn't bear it, so he had to withdraw.

Perenelle gave an order, and a house elf suddenly appeared, and then began to cook very skillfully.

It seems that the usual cooks are also house elves.

"I'm really sorry, it's been more than 100 years, and the culinary skills have inevitably deteriorated!"

"No, you've been playing consistently"

Nicolome beeped softly, but quietly lowered his head under his wife's murderous eyes.

Eli saw how capable the house-elf was, and wondered if he could find one too?
Maybe I can help myself take care of the industry at that time?
He has bought a piece of land in England for the cultivation of herbs.

Now it's time to buy medicine.

Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic does not require adulthood, otherwise Eli, who is only in his teens, really wouldn't be able to take the land.