I am the third son prophesied by Harry Potter

The sky in Devon seems to be brighter than the dunlan.

The light also seems to be a little stronger.

The morning light shines through the gaps in the curtains and reflects on the wooden floor.

Eugene yawned and sat up.

When I saw a strange room, I was a little dazed.

After a while, I remembered that I was in a cottage in Devon.

The silent bird outside the house was still chirping, and it had been calling all night, as Mr. Flamel had said, it was going to call all the sounds it had heard in its life.

When the sound stops, it leaves the world.

“Young Master Eugene, are you up?” A shrill voice came from outside the door, it was Mr. Flamel’s house-elf ghost.

“Get up.” Eugene hurriedly changed his clothes and opened the door.

Youyu was already standing in the doorway with a basin of water.

“The master said, after you wash up in a while, go to the planting field with Youyu.”

“Well, okay,” Eugene took the basin, “thank you.” ”

Yu Yu directly covered his face and ran away.

Eugene looked at the distant seclusion and thought to himself, could it be that even saying the word “thank you” embarrassed it?

After washing, Eugene went straight to the plantation outside the plank hut.

At a glance, he saw the ghost holding the green keg, and Mr. Flamel who was bent over the ground rummaging for something.

Elenor and Madame Flamel were picking greens in the vegetable patch on the other side.

“Young Master Eugene, early!” Elenor put on her robe again today.

However, in the big summer, Eugene is thinking, doesn’t she feel hot?

“How about we have a sandwich for breakfast today?” Madame Flamel also greeted her.

Mr. Flamel stood upright, and in fact he was not upright, because his waist was always a little bent.

“Sandwiches—nothing else?”

“Nico, I’m not asking you, I’m asking Eugene.”

Madame Flamel glanced sideways at Mr. Flamel like a little girl, and then looked at Eugene with a very kind smile.

“I can do both.”

“Come, Eugene come and help me catch insects.” Mr. Flamel beckoned to Eugene, “I want you to help with some work today.” ”

“No problem.” Eugene walked over.

Seeing Eugene coming over, Yuyu moved a few steps to the side a little nervously.

Mr. Flamel handed Eugene a tweezers.

It looks like ordinary tweezers, but when Eugene touches it, it seems to be enchanted.

“Look, as long as you bring the tweezers closer, they won’t move.”

Mr. Flamel made a demonstration by clipping a green insect from a green vegetable leaf.

Yuyu immediately handed over the bucket.

Mr. Flamel put the insect in the bucket.

Eugene, like Mr. Flamel, was somewhat clumsy in catching insects.

Unexpectedly, it was more difficult than I thought. Before getting closer, the insect ran away.

“Hard!”

Eugene nodded.

“Tell you a secret,” Mr. Flamel lowered his voice, “that catching insects in this way is possible to practice silent spells.” ”

“Silent spell?”

Mr. Flamel nodded, “That’s right—it’s a more advanced way of casting—it can achieve unexpected results.” ”

“This, I know a little.” Eugene said.

“Oh—I can’t imagine it—you actually would!” Mr. Flamel was a little surprised, “but it should not be proficient yet.” ”

Eugene heart said, mastery, that needs to accumulate ah!

“Just look at the insects you hold,” said Mr. Flamel, “breathe steadily, and they can easily detect your ‘hostility.'” ”

After Mr. Flamel’s guidance, Eugene tried three or four more times, and finally it was done.

They were busy until half-past seven, when they returned to the boardhouse.

Madame Flamel and Elenor had already returned to the house to prepare breakfast.

“There’s a fun one here, come and take a look.” Mr. Flamel beckoned Eugene to go under the vines next to the house.

At first, Eugene didn’t notice anything different, but when he walked in, he noticed that something was moving on top of the vine.

Eugene had seen this animal before in the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book.

It’s called Goshu Luo Pot.

It looks exactly like the picture in the book.

Two brown eyes, small stature, on the surface, it looks like bark and small branches.

I remember the book said they were only eight feet tall.

“Youyu, give me the bucket.”

Flamel took the keg, standing under the vines, and he waved and called, “Hurry up, the children are ready to eat.” ”

Then, several Shuluo pots jumped into the bucket and began to divide the insects in the bucket.

At this time, Madame Flamel came to the door, and she knocked on the door with her wand, and the sound of “knock knock” attracted Mr. Flamel and Eugene.

“You’re going to have dinner too.”

Mr. Flamel had to give the keg to Yuyu and go with Eugene to absorb breakfast.

As soon as the four of them sat down, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

The door was knocked three times and then opened automatically.

An older man walked in.

“Sorry to disturb your breakfast.” The old man looked apologetic.

This old man, Eugene has seen, last year when he was picking owls, he happened to be in the store, as if to help the store manager.

That day, he was also in the store with his grandson.

Later, he suggested to Eugene by the way, let him choose the long-tailed forest owl, that is, Koeman.

At that time, the store manager was particularly envious of Eugene.

Because the old man who advised Eugene is Newt Scarman, author of “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them”.

When Benson found out, he regretted not being able to get him to sign.

“It’s okay, Newt, have you eaten?” Madame Flamel asked.

“Is it okay?” Newt was a bit restrained.

Madame Flamel smiled, “Of course. ”

Newt pulled out a chair and sat down, and although his hair was gray, he looked very spirited.

“Mrs. Keith, long time no see.” Newt also greeted Eleanor.

Unexpectedly, they knew.

This made Eugene a little suspicious of Elenor’s identity, she seemed to know many famous people.

For example, Albus Dumbledore, Nicole Flamel.

All are big names.

“Why didn’t Mrs. Scarman come with you today?” Eleanor asked.

“Tina, she’s busy cleaning these days, so — so she didn’t come.”

Eugene noticed that Newt’s cheeks were a little red, and he should have been embarrassed to say something.

But Madame Flamel didn’t shy away from it, “You’ve messed up your home again, haven’t you?” ”

“I swear, it’s really not me!” Newt raised his hand.

Everyone laughed.

They all guessed that it was probably caused by an animal in his house.

“If I hadn’t emphasized that I came to see the Silence Bird, she wouldn’t have let me out.” Newt said.

Not long after they had breakfast, the cry outside the door grew quieter and quieter, and finally—it faded away.

(For the convenience of everyone to see, I will directly divide the volume.) ）