Harry Potter and the Candy Factory

"Rue de Montmorency", as one of the oldest streets in all of Paris since its construction, carries with it a still-vivid history.

Years ago, whether it was the ancient, antique-style wooden houses and stone buildings that looked hundreds of years old just from their design, or the stone road with numerous gullies, which had been washed and polished countless times, they all exuded an aura of "ancient grandeur", as if the shadows of people who lived here hundreds of years ago overlapped with those strolling along the street at this moment. Although the clothes and attire are completely different, under the backdrop of the surrounding environment, it doesn't feel out of place at all...

But now, while preserving its historical integrity, it has become a commercial street mainly focused on deceiving foreign suckers by selling local specialties or souvenirs. The complex sounds and numerous crowds of tourists have filled the entire street, and it seems to have lost its former tranquility.

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

"Master Nicolas Flamel really knows how to pick a place… To live in seclusion in such a bustling place full of life… It has a unique charm."

After casually joking, Charlie didn't say anything more and blended into the crowd, disappearing from sight. ♦ ♦     ♦ ♦

When he followed the flow of people, according to the note, to the location of 51 Rue de Montmorency, there was only an empty space between number 50 and number 52.

However, to any Muggle who passed by this "gap" in the orderly street, it was as if they glanced over it, naturally shifting their attention elsewhere, without feeling that anything was wrong.

It wasn't until Charlie held up the note in his hand, facing the location of that empty space, that everything finally changed. On the note, the seemingly ordinary font suddenly flickered with a dazzling light in Charlie's eyes. Each character seemed to come to life, constantly changing and reorganizing, each losing its original appearance, transforming into something Charlie couldn't recognize. It looked like letters, but also like magical runes, and even like oracle bone script engraved on animal bones... But no matter what they were, in the end, they couldn't escape the fate of disappearing. In Charlie's hand, right before his eyes, the light gradually faded, along with the characters on it, fading into nothingness.

This period of time, which seemed long to Charlie, was actually only about five seconds. After the writing on the note completely disappeared, Charlie put the note down again. In the empty space in front of him, a two-story stone building constructed from granite suddenly rose from the ground, brazenly revealing its slightly dilapidated and gray-white appearance among the surrounding mostly painted buildings.

If Rue de Montmorency once carried a long history, then Charlie could confirm that this unique building, full of wizarding colors, was likely the so-called history itself... Looking at the many traces on it, even just the exterior, you could imagine countless stories that had happened around it. Some romantic, some tragic, some ordinary, some glorious... Countless stories mixed together, intertwined and transformed, forming the 51 Rue de Montmorency that now stood before him.

Until Nicolas Flamel's house really appeared in front of him, Charlie's excitement, which he thought had already calmed down, started to "thump, thump" restlessly again, making him unable to resist deliberately straightening his already straight back a bit more, silently and with complex eyes pursing his lips, scrutinizing every stone pillar and every crack on the doorplate of the stone building from top to bottom.

Yes, Charlie Black was nervous. This "top figure of the Black family" who had once used money to subdue the Minister of Magic, chatted and laughed with the headmaster of Hogwarts, and was surrounded by a group of important figures, felt nervous in front of the home of the only legendary figure with a long history who had lived for six hundred and thirty-four years. This feeling was several times stronger than when he faced the crippled version of Voldemort not long ago.

After hesitating for a moment, after a period of hesitation, Charlie took a deep breath, finally calming his uneasy heart and restoring it to its most perfect state.

He took a step forward, completely disappearing from the sight of countless Muggles, and stood on the steps of the house at 51 Rue de Montmorency.

On his finger, the dull, lusterless ring shone with a bright red light again. In the blink of an eye, Charlie's modern Muggle outfit of a down jacket and casual pants had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a thick, traditional wizard's gray linen robe, plus a matching wide-brimmed, high-topped wizard hat. After arranging everything properly and confirming that he looked okay, Charlie finally walked up and came to the door, raising his hand to gently knock on the knocker that hadn't had a guest in decades.

"Knock, knock, knock…"

"Knock, knock, knock…"

… … … …

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

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long. After knocking for about ten seconds, a soft shimmer suddenly appeared on the seemingly ordinary wooden door. A faint light rippled outward from the place where the wooden door was knocked, like a ripple stimulated on a calm water surface, until it covered the entire wooden door before it subsided.

At the same time, Charlie also suddenly noticed a weak and subtle magic resonating in an imperceptible place in his body, rippling in the same way as the door, and then quietly disappearing.

However, this insignificant detail had already caused a storm in Charlie's heart. He knew that if he hadn't noticed the change on the door and sensed himself according to the flow of magic, he would never have discovered such a weak fluctuation by relying on his own senses alone.

Although it was just an inconspicuous detection spell, the fact that the caster was not a wizard, but the door in front of him, which was an alchemical item, and that it could almost escape the notice of someone like himself, who was known for his subtle control of magic, was enough to illustrate the level of achievement that the owner of the house, Nicolas Flamel, had reached in alchemy.

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

"It's really something to look forward to, Master Nicolas Flamel."