Kapitel 90: The Flamels
Matthew was currently sitting at breakfast with his parents when Morgana flew through the open Window.
"-and last Christmas this famous American weapon producer and his wife died in an accident, and left their s- oh is that Morgana?" his father got interrupted when Morgana arrived during a recap of important events that Matthew missed while being in Hogwarts.
"Oh, it's a letter I was desperately waiting for." Said Matthew as he took of the Letter on Morgana's leg.
"Who is it from? Is it a girl?" began his Mother with an excited voice.
"No Mom, I write regularly with my friends from school and there are also Girls among them, but we don't have that kind of relationship, we all are a tad bit young for that. No, I contacted Nicholas Flamel who is a very famous and accomplished Wizard, and asked him if I could study under him in the future."Explained Matthew while opening the Letter.
"Wait the Nicholas Flamel, from French legends? The Immortal Alchemist and supposed creator of the Philosopher Stone which grants immortality. He is real and still alive or is it someone else?" asked his father a bit excited.
"Yes that one, and the Stone is real or how else would he be alive. And he invited me to meet him and discuss an opportunity to study under him over a cup of tea tomorrow afternoon. I should visit him tomorrow at his home in Paris." Said Matthew as he explained the details of the Letter.
"How are you supposed to get to Paris that quickly?" asked his mother a bit muffled by the timing.
"Magic!" answered Matthew with a grin, but as he watched the unamused look of his mother he began to further explain, "The Letter is something we call a Portkey. It is a piece of magic created to travel over wide distances, this magic can instantly transport someone all over the planet. When I say a certain Keyword it will bring me to their family home in Paris, and later return me to my Origin." He explained.
"So you can travel instantly to America or Japan from here?" asked his dad.
"Theoretically. It is kinda regulated by the Ministry and you are supposed to register any travel through Portkey's with them. But they are not competent enough to actually trace any Portkey travels." He mocked them as he thought about the Triwizard Cup where Harry was transported to the Graveyard in Little Hangelton.
"Oh, so that's hot it is. It seems politics are always the same no matter if non-magical or magical." Concluded his father.
"Well can I go? This is a once-a-lifetime opportunity. I can study under the most famous alchemist in the Wizarding World!" asked Matthew.
His parents looked at each other, having a discussion with their eyes. After a few seconds, his Mother began, "Okay you can go. Since you are always so well behaved and study so hard, we will allow it. But for that, you will join us during a Business meeting in three weeks. I think you are familiar with them, they are the Dursley's and your father is currently discussing a contract about drills with Mr. Dursely. They also have a son a bit younger than you." Requested his Mother.
Matthew grimaced, "Okay I will go. But they are not nice people, but this can be an opportunity to help a friend of mine."
"Is that so? Oh and be back tomorrow at night. I don't want you strolling through Paris by yourself." Requested his Mother.
"Okay, I am in my Room I still need to prepare some stuff." Said Matthew as he left the table and headed to his Laboratory.
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The next day in the Afternoon took the Letter into his hands and said, "Really a funny guy that Nicholas Flamel. Sacrebleu!" this was the Keyword to activate the Portkey. While Matthew disappeared in a whirl, for him the World began spinning around him. He hold himself onto the Letter not daring to let it go as he got squeezed through a hole while spinning around. A few moments later he arrived above a spot of grass and began to step through the Air having seen that in the Harry Potter movies. No matter how shitty the Wizarding travel methods are, he would never succumb to them. So he landed with grace and on both his legs on the ground in some kind of garden.
"Not bad for my first time with a Portkey." He muttered as he looked around trying to find out where he currently was. It was some kind of spacey backyard surrounded by tall fences preventing a view in and out of the garden, there were different kinds of fruit trees and flower beds there. You could see that the Owner takes care of this place. The house was built in a typical French style with Rose bushes growing at the wall. Unlike the neighboring houses, the one which the garden belonged to was quite a bit older than the others, but it was in a really good shape. Magic could accomplish many things.
Matthew felt the magic surrounding the place. There were powerful wards here, almost as strong as the ones in Hogwarts. And many charms similar to the notice-me-not Charm made this place inconspicuous for the non-magical s close by. This place had a really nice flare, and a lot of wards he didn't recognize.
"This must be where the Flamels are living. Damn, I really want to study the magic here." Muttered Matthew as he approached the door leading into the house. Just as he wanted to knock the wooden door opened and an old lady appeared in the frame.
"Oh welcome you must be Matthew. We were waiting for you." She greeted him with a strong French accent.
"Hello Mam, and you are?" he asked.
"Oh, where are my manners. I am Perenelle Flamel." She introduced herself.
"Ah hello, Ms.Flamel. I am honored to meet you." He greeted her as he began to follow her inside the house. They arrived in a Kitchen where a nice French Tarte was standing on a counter.
"None of that Mrs. Flamel call me Perenelle. My Husband was really intrigued but also worried by your letter. I really want to hear more about how you acquired the Stone. That boy Albus must become quite careless in recent time." She said while treating Dumbledore like a Child, "Do you want some Tarte? I made it with Apples from my Garden." She explained proudly.
" I would love to try it." Said Matthew politely, as he watched her placing some pieces of the Tarte on plates. He helped her carry them to the next room, which was a spacey but cozy living room with a nice table where they sat down.
"My husband will be here in a moment." She said as they continued to chat nicely.
After a few minutes of Smalltalk, the door to the living room opened and an old man with shoulder-length white hair stepped in. This was the immortal Alchemist Nicholas Flamel, he looked exactly like in the fantastic beast movies.
"Ah, there you are! Did you forget the time again? You are irresponsible like always Nicholas." Began Perenelle to scold him.
"Sorry, dear." He replied a bit sheepishly before looking at Matthew with a serious look, "So you are Matthew Mason. A young boy wants to extort me?" he asked as a powerful invisible pressure began to emit from his body. The old man was full of magical energy and the tension in the Room became really oppressive.
'Damn he feels stronger than Dumbledore.' Thought Matthew as a bit of sweat run down his back.
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