Rebirth: I am the strongest second generation of Harry Potter

Hector sat down on the sofa and waited quietly, hoping that his brain would have some feelings about the scene in front of him. But what was disappointing was that his mind was still surprisingly quiet and did not react at all.

Perhaps he had never been to this place before. Hector did not continue to dwell on this matter. He sat up and began to look carefully at the home of Nicolas Flamel, the legendary alchemist.

Mr.

Flamel's safe house was not the kind of luxurious one, which could be seen from the living room.

There were bottles and jars of all sizes everywhere in the house, and many exquisite alchemical works that were spraying white mist on the shelves, which looked very interesting.

There were not so many windows in the house, but the lighting was still very good.

There was also a large table in front of the window, on which were placed strange-looking and unusually large instruments in an orderly manner.

Most of those instruments were made of glass and looked very old.

Most of the instrument walls were covered with a layer of white film, as if they had been frosted.

As for those that seemed relatively bright, they also showed a light yellow luster under the refraction of light.

Hector's sight only stayed on those instruments for a while, and his attention was more attracted to Mr.

Flamel's desk - there were many books piled on the floor next to the desk, and various drawings were scattered on the desk, as if he was designing something.

There were also two metal figures on the desk.

One of the figures was holding an exquisite feather pen in his hand, writing and drawing on a long piece of parchment, while the other figure was struggling to roll up the parchment on the desk and piled it aside, and then took out a brand new parchment from the other side of the desk and unfolded it on the desk.

The two figures were chattering about something with each other, and Hector just wanted to get closer to listen clearly, when Nicolas Flamel and Dumbledore ended their conversation and walked to his side.

"Hector, this is Mr. Nicolas Flamel, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, the greatest alchemist alive today, and the greatest alchemist in history."

Hector quickly stood up from the sofa and stood there respectfully. Nicolas Flamel smiled kindly and extended his hand to Hector, who immediately shook it carefully.

"Thank you for your compliment, Albus, but I am not the greatest alchemist, I am just an old man who has lived a little longer."

Mr.

Flamel withdrew his hand and waved.

Several merry metal figures came out with silver plates.

There were two exquisite cups on the plates.

The figures ran to Hector.

Hector leaned over and the figures put the golden cups in his hands very swiftly.

The cups were a little heavy, and the pumpkin juice in them was obviously not that heavy.

So it seemed that the cups should be made of gold.

Hector silently changed his low-key and simple perception of Mr.

Flamel in front of him.

He glanced at Nicolas Flamel with a gentle smile.

Nicolas Flamel noticed Hector's gaze.

He looked at Hector with concern in his eyes.

""What's wrong? Not in your appetite? I thought you'd like pumpkin juice, like Albus - I'm so sorry, I'm afraid we don't have much food in the house, you know, the old man's appetite is never very good. Oh, there's still some, please wait a moment."

Mr. Flamel walked unsteadily, his steps were small and broken, and it looked like he was jogging, but Mr. Flamel was very decisive in doing things. Before Hector could respond, Nicolas Flamel's figure disappeared from his sight.

"I like pumpkin juice."

Hector noticed Dumbledore's curious look and defended himself. Dumbledore nodded. He naturally took a sip of the pumpkin juice handed to him by the little man and said to Hector,

"Relax, Nico is a very nice guy and very welcoming to guests. There is no need to be nervous, Hector."

Dumbledore made a toast gesture to Hector, then drank the pumpkin juice in the cup. Hector still had some concerns, so he just took a small sip of the pumpkin juice in the cup - the pumpkin juice was warm and tasted quite good, but the sweetness was a bit too high, no wonder it was so to Dumbledore's taste.

Hector only drank a little, and then waited patiently for a while - he didn't feel anything wrong. If there was anything, it was that his mind was much clearer. Hector was relieved. It seemed that Nicolas Flamel had no bad plans for him, so he quickly drank the remaining pumpkin juice in the cup. It must be said that except that it was a bit too sweet, this cup of pumpkin juice had no shortcomings.

Mr. Flamel came out of the room after a long time, holding a cloth bag in his hand. Mr. Flamel's face was full of worry, but when he saw Hector finished the pumpkin juice in the cup, a gentle smile appeared on his face again.

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Mr. Flamel put the bag down on the table, fumbled in the bag for a while, and then took out something that both Hector and Dumbledore were very familiar with, a box of chocolate frogs.

"I am very familiar with the little guy from the Froome family. They consulted me when they were making this interesting guy. The picture card inside the chocolate frog was my idea, but I didn't agree with the two little guys to print my portrait on it. It was a bit too high-profile."

Mr. Flamel explained to Hector. He handed the chocolate frog with a yellowed packaging box to Hector, and then continued to rummage in the bag. Hector carefully put the unopened chocolate frog into his bag - this is the collector's edition chocolate frog given to Nicolas Flamel by the founder of the chocolate frog. It would be stupid to eat it as an ordinary snack.

Nicolas Flamel then took out a small candy bag from the bag. The bag was white with a slightly yellow tint. The logo on it was not very clear, but it was still recognizable that there were big red characters on the white bag. Hector seemed to have seen a rabbit. Could it be a big white rabbit? He thought so in his heart.

"This is a kind of candy from the East, a gift from a friend who visited me. Perenelle likes it very much, but I can't eat too much, after all, I am old."

Dumbledore took a piece of candy from the bag swiftly and unwrapped it. Hector was now very sure that Mr. Flamel had used to treat them to the White Rabbit candy, judging from the rice paper wrapping on it.

"Very delicious, just the right sweetness, what is the name of this candy?"

Dumbledore showed an enjoyable expression on his face. He glanced at the candy wrapper.

"My Chinese is not that good. Rabbit Toffee? It's an interesting name."

"It's called White Rabbit Toffees, Albus. I'm glad you like it."

Mr. Flamel looked at Dumbledore, who was addicted to sweets, with a kind look, similar to the way Dumbledore looked at Hector. Dumbledore didn't look like the elder he was in Hogwarts in front of Mr. Flamel. He reached for the bag much faster than Hector did, and it was obvious that the White Rabbit Toffees suited his taste very well. Hector felt a little strange about Dumbledore's look, but he was too embarrassed to argue with Dumbledore. After taking one, he could only stare at it.

It was Mr. Flamel who stopped Dumbledore's ungraceful behavior. He snatched the bag from Dumbledore so fast that Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.

"Albus, don't always act like a child. I remember when I first met you, you were still an elegant and graceful person. How come you become like this when you get older?"

Mr. Flamel stuffed the big bag of candy into Hector's arms, touched Hector's head, and said,

"Try it, it's delicious, you'll definitely like it."

Dumbledore wanted to say something, but he held it back.

He could only look at Mr.

Flamel with a look that could be described as resentful - everything was too magical, Hector felt that the Dumbledore in front of him seemed to be possessed by someone else, and he didn't look like the great Albus Dumbledore at all.

As for Nicolas Flamel, Hector had to admit that Aberforth and Dumbledore were right, and at present, Mr.

Flamel was indeed a very good person.

Hector even wondered if Mr.

Flamel was a little too enthusiastic about him, or was this always Mr.

Flamel's style? Hector didn't know, but so far, everything was fine, just like the White Rabbit candy in his mouth.

"Albus, I want to talk to Hector alone, is that okay?"

Dumbledore, who had the little man filling up his pumpkin juice, was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously doubted Mr. Flamel's motives - but it was Mr. Flamel who made the request after all. Dumbledore nodded.

"Of course, Nico."

Mr. Flamel cast a questioning look at Hector and asked for his opinion. Hector naturally had no objection. He had almost seen the situation clearly now. Dumbledore had not planned anything with Nico Flamel. Meeting Hector was really just Mr. Flamel's idea.

Since Dumbledore was most likely on his side to protect him, Hector naturally had fewer concerns. Hector patted his pocket first. Fortunately, the wand was still quietly there, which undoubtedly added a bit of security to him. Now, Hector was very interested in what Nico Flamel could tell him.

Mr. Flamel was very happy with Hector's response. He gentlemanly extended his hand to Hector.

"This way, Hector."