The Feathered Serpent: Chapter 12 (Patreon)

With a loving smile, Harry held her by the thighs and slowly spread her legs apart, exposing her trimmed womanhood to his naked gaze. The sight captivated him in ways nothing had ever before, and he took a long moment to take it in.

His eyes started from the top where she had neatly trimmed her blonde pussy hair. Slowly, he dragged his eyes down to the pink little slit between her legs. Her womanhood was glistening with her juices and Harry leaned forward, taking a long whiff. The scent overloaded his senses immediately, like the most powerful drug there had ever been. It intoxicated him, eagerly beckoning him to lean forward and plant his lips against her, but he resisted. He wanted to savor this moment, to keep it in his memory for life.

He spread her legs even more, watching as her slick lips parted slightly, exposing her baby-pink labia to his hungry gaze. She was unblemished. The color of her skin was uniform all around her lips, and Harry had to acknowledge that she took very good care of her health and hygiene.

‘Aunt Rosie will love her,’ he couldn’t help but think.

He dragged his eyes further down, over her pussy, and gazed at the puckered hole that seemed to contract and expand with every breath she took.

Daphne was holding herself upright on her elbows and looking at him expectantly. She kept waiting for him to make a move, but he seemed to be content in simply staring. Finally, she saw him look up and she gave him a pleading look, silently asking him to go ahead and touch her.

Harry smiled at her and leaned forward. However, instead of obliging her wishes and touching her – something he knew he also wanted – he hovered over her trimmed pussy hairs. Closing his eyes, Harry sniffed her fragrance. The hairs already looked wet from her arousal and Harry gently reached forward, planting a soft kiss on them. Daphne took a deep breath at first contact.

She lay perfectly still as Harry continued to smell her sexual fragrance and drop an occasional featherlight kiss on the hair that was indeed wet with her womanly moisture. He could hear her sigh in pleasure and he chuckled to himself. He had not even done anything yet. And he did not intend to rush this either. They had time. Lots of it.

His eyes met hers and Harry leaned away from her womanhood. Smiling at the disappointed look on her face, he hovered over her left leg and licked along the inside of her thigh. Daphne gasped in pleasure.

“Yesss…” she whispered.

Harry smiled and slowly dragged his lips over her skin, reaching the middle of her thigh before he backtracked, traveling along the inside of her thigh to the top of her leg. His face was inches away from her womanhood, and this close, the aroma was overwhelming. Harry resisted.

Daphne stared as Harry continued to tease her. His tongue covered every inch of the inner thigh on her left before he leaned over and did it to the right with the same patience. All she could do was either sigh in pleasure or whimper in disappointment when he leaned close to her pussy but never dove in.

Harry smirked as he gazed at her. He knew he was torturing her, but this was the pleasure he was not going to deny himself. This was a woman who deserved to be worshipped, and he would revere her with everything he had.

Daphne almost cried out when instead of venturing upward, he dragged his tongue down her leg with agonizing slowness. He was testing her patience like nothing she had ever been faced with, and she was torn. On one hand, she wanted him to just get on with it already. However, she could not deny the absolute pleasure she was feeling from what he was doing to her. He licked her from her feet, sucking her toes and swirling his tongue around them, to her inner thighs, trailing his sinful tongue over her porcelain skin and to the back of her knees. He was meticulous, and he showed it. Not an inch of her legs escaped the ministrations of his tongue.

Finally, he leaned over her womanhood, and Daphne watched with heavy breaths as he put his fingers on her. She sighed in pleasure when she saw and felt his fingers spread her lower lips apart. His face was hovering right over her pussy, and she gave him a pleading look.

“Please Harry…” she whispered.

Harry gave her a loving smile and leaned forward. His tongue slid out of his mouth and he gave the smooth, wet inner part of her vagina a nice, slow stroke.

Daphne moaned in abject pleasure, and Harry quickly grabbed his wand, flicking it and erecting the requisite wards around his room. Daphne giggled at his hurried action, and he looked at her with a smile.

“Almost screwed up,” he chuckled as Daphne hummed in agreement, smiling softly. He put the wand away and held her inner thighs once again, spreading them apart.

Daphne sighed in pleasure as he leaned forward once again, spreading her lower lips and inserting his tongue inside her slick folds. Her toes curled at the sensation.

Harry pushed his tongue as further inside her as he could, swirling it around and hearing her moan. It was the most enchanting sound he had ever heard, and he wanted to keep hearing it for as long as he lived.

Minutes passed and Harry did nothing but keep her lips spread wide and push his tongue inside her hot, wet quim. He licked her up and down, and back up again. Daphne was still holding her upper body on her elbows and her eyes were fixated on his as he flicked his tongue over and over inside her, all the while maintaining eye contact with the blonde.

Finally, Harry decided it was time and he probed her folds with his finger. Daphne gasped and moaned when he slowly slid it inside her. Never before had anything else apart from her fingers ventured inside her. Daphne cried out in pleasure when he inserted another finger inside her, and her arousal skyrocketed. Her legs spread wider on their own and she started to slowly move her hips forward to make him thrust. Her need to climax was intensifying with every second that passed.

Harry chuckled to himself, and the moment she pushed forward, he pulled back. Daphne’s eyes widened in disbelief. Still smirking, Harry swirled his fingers around her slowly, teasing her mercilessly until Daphne couldn’t take it anymore.

Incoherent, she gasped out, “Please don’t do this to me, Harry! Please don’t. Make me cum, please! Harry! I can’t take this anymore. Please! Oh please!”

Harry obliged eagerly. His tongue protruded outward, and not too gently, he flicked it against the engorged nub right above her pussy, stimulating the clitoris. Daphne bucked against him. Dragging his hands upward, he resumed his ministrations over her breasts. His hands fondled and squeezed them, and his fingers pinched and pulled her hard nipples repeatedly as he wrapped his lips around her clit, caressing it with his tongue.

Daphne writhed on the bed, barely being able to keep herself hoisted up on her elbows as Harry’s hands played with her tits. His tongue was swirling around her clit and she could feel her orgasm approaching. He gave one hard suck on her bundle of nerves and that drove her over the edge.

Pleasure beyond comprehension shot through the beautiful blonde as she screamed, “HARRYYYYYY!”

Her hands grabbed his over her tits and she pressed them firmly against them, making him squeeze them even more firmly than he had been doing before. Her back arched and her ass left the bed, rising in the air as she wantonly pressed her gushing womanhood firmly against his mouth. For his part, Harry continued to swirl his tongue around her clit and suck it hard.

Harry could not describe the satisfaction he felt at finally driving Daphne over the edge after what felt like hours of stimulation. His face was awash with her orgasmic juices and he could taste her, and yet Daphne did not stop thrusting herself against his mouth. Cries of “Yessss…” and “Moreee…” escaped her lips every so often as she rode out her climax.

On repeat, she screamed, “Yesss Harry… Ohh Merlin yesss… Oh I love you so much!”

Harry smiled to himself as he kept sucking the clit, feeling her pressing her hands against the back of his over her bare tits and he grabbed them firmly, making her moan even more. That sound was without a doubt his favorite in this whole wide world.

Her body eventually stopped convulsing and her ass dropped back on the bed. Her toes that had furiously curled a minute ago relaxed, and so did her hold on the back of his hands. Harry glanced up at her and never had a sight been so erotic yet beautiful.

There lay Daphne, the love of his life, with her lustrous blonde hair clinging to her face and scalp, sweat glistening her entire body and making it glow in the dim light of his room.

He gave her clit one soft kiss before leaning back. Her breathing was labored and there was a smile of pure bliss on her face.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered lovingly.

Daphne smiled brilliantly and held her arms open. Harry smiled and hoisted himself up on the bed, laying on his side to her right. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his front. Gently caressing his face, she whispered, “That was the best experience of my life.”

Harry smiled and kissed her, greatly enjoying the gentle moan of approval that left her lips when he did. Minutes passed as they continued to kiss each other tenderly when Daphne pulled back and giggled.

“What?” He asked with a smile.

“I taste myself,” she replied, letting out another giggle. “What d’you think? I taste good, don’t I?”

Harry chuckled.

“Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

“Mmm… good answer,” she smiled as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, kissing and nibbling softly as her hands caressed his chest. Suddenly, she stopped.

Harry looked down at her questioningly, noticing her frown.

“Why do you still have your clothes on?” She asked. “It’s not fair I’m the only one naked here.”

Harry stared at her for a moment before he let out a laugh.

“Damn you scared me for a bit there,” he said. Daphne snorted and pushed him off her. She made him sit on the bed and slowly grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. Eagerly, she pulled it upward and yanked it off him, throwing it on the floor where it landed on her powder blue nightdress. Her fingers daintily pulled the string of his joggers and she grabbed the waistband. Harry lifted his hips to help her, and she pulled them along with his boxers in one go.

His manhood, hard as a rock and standing upright like a mast sprang free as Daphne tossed the remainder of his clothes on the floor where they landed on the same spot.

For a few long seconds, she did nothing but stare at it. Her eyes were fixated on his erection and Harry couldn’t have stopped it from lurching even if he tried to. Slowly, she reached forward with one hand and gently wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. Harry released a soft breath as he sat there with his palms behind him on the bed, keeping him upright.

Her other hand joined in soon, wrapping around his shaft and she stared at the bulbous head of his prick that was still unwrapped.

“You’re bigger than I’ve read about,” she whispered. “Much bigger.”

“You read about these things?” He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Only for knowledge,” she retorted quickly, a cute blush adorning her lovely face.

Harry raised his hands in surrender.

“I’ve read a lot of things,” she whispered, eyes shining with lustful promises as she looked at him before looking at his cock once again.

“Yeah?” He asked, breathless as her hands slowly started moving. “Like what?”

Instead of replying, Daphne leaned forward, still stroking his manhood with both hands and pushed her tongue out of her mouth. Harry stared with bated breath as her tongue slowly slid forward and he hissed when it made contact with the tip of his prick. She swirled it around, licking the precum right off the head, freeing it up.

Looking up at him, she smirked before she swirled her tongue around the head of his manhood, teasing and stimulating him as her hands continued to gently move to and fro, stoking him.

Slowly, she took off her hands and licked along the underside of his length, dragging her tongue from the base to the crown, teasing him wickedly. He could feel the wetness of her mouth clinging to the sensitive skin of his prick before he let out an audible groan when he felt the unfamiliar warmness of her mouth as she took him inside.

The sensation was otherworldly, and he could feel her wetness all over his length. Her tongue swirled around his cock, lathering it up in her sticky saliva as Daphne slowly teased him.

She looked up at him through her eyelashes and Harry smiled at her lovingly. To her surprise, he gently stopped her and pulled her face off his cock. Pulling her up, he held her face tenderly and slowly kissed her. Daphne returned the kiss eagerly.

Harry pulled back a few seconds later and looked at her face, flushed with arousal as her eyes stared at him questioningly.

“It’s just… I want tonight to be about you,” Harry said, caressing her face.

“I’d love to do it,” she replied, nuzzling his palm. Harry smiled.

“And I love you all the more for it, but I want our first night to be about you,” he replied. “I’m sure we’ll be having many more nights together. There’s no need to hurry.”

Daphne chuckled.

“Only nights?” She asked coyly.

Harry’s response was to kiss her. Daphne returned the kiss eagerly and felt him gently lower her on her back. Breathless, she pulled away and looked up to see him hovering over her.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve even seen,” he whispered, coaxing a smile from the blonde which quickly transformed into a moan when he began kissing her neck. Her arms came around his neck, fingers threading through his ebony locks as she held him against her. His lips marked a burning trail of passion over her neck and shoulders before slowly starting to work over her chest.

Harry kissed her delicate skin. His lips traversed over the large expanse of her chest before he dropped to her delectable tits. His hands came up to hold the globes and he squeezed them, making her moan in pleasure. In no time, his lips were clamped on her nipples as he fondled her tits, sucking eagerly. Daphne continued to caress his scalp as she pulled him as close to her as possible. His tongue darted forward and circled her nipples, licking the pink skin of her areola. He showered both of her tits with equal attention, and Daphne felt like she could live like this forever. Her eyes were closed, her breathing rapid and coming out in gasps as she moaned and hissed with every little action of his. A soft cry sounded out, followed by a giggle as Harry gently bit her nipple and started nibbling on it.

“You love my tits, don’t you?” She asked with a breathless smile when he finally pulled back, hovering over her. Her hand caressed his face and he tilted his head, kissing her palm lovingly.

“I love everything about you,” he replied, before adding, “but yeah, I love these.”

He squeezed her tits once again for good measure, and Daphne smiled.

“I want you, Harry,” she whispered finally, and Harry looked at her seriously. She held his gaze and nodded. “I love you, and I’ve already decided that I want to be with you. Do you feel the same, Harry?”

“You need to ask?” He asked in a breathless whisper. Daphne smiled.

“Then make me yours, my love,” she said softly. “Make love to me.”

Harry stared at her for a long moment. He knew it was a significant thing she was asking of him. They were both virgins, and both knew what this meant. She gave him another encouraging nod and Harry nodded back, earning a loving smile from this brilliant woman. He would protect and cherish her with all he had, there were no two ways about it.

He trailed down slowly, licking her abdomen and swirling his tongue around her belly button. Daphne sighed and caressed his head as her breathing increased. Harry felt her stomach rising and falling with every breath and he ventured downward, licking and kissing her hips before sniffing her trimmed pussy hairs once again. With a smirk, he licked her slick folds once again, making her arch her back and grasp his hair in a fist, keeping him firmly against her pussy as he licked her out. His tongue probed and prodded her wet entrance, continuously manipulating her sexual arousal as Daphne gasped and writhed.

“Please Harry…” she moaned. “Stop teasing me already! I need you Harry!”

Finally, Harry leaned back, his head between her legs and he held her thighs. Gently, he laid her legs over her shoulders so that she was completely open for him. Her glistening womanhood invited him, and he could see more of her juices seeping out of her pussy. She was soaking wet and ready for him.

He looked at her as he held his cock in his hands, placing the tip right over her opening. She did nothing but give in an encouraging nod, and Harry slowly pushed. The head popped in, and Daphne gasped. Her hymen had broken long ago, and Harry pushed further, sliding through her wet warmth until he finally buried his entire length inside her.

The night had been of many firsts. He had never felt so many overwhelming sensations in such a short span before, and each one had been more intense than the previous ones. Daphne’s pussy was hugging his cock perfectly, and he relished the feeling of her inner walls as they contracted and relaxed to accommodate his length.

He’d thought the feeling of having his cock inside Daphne’s mouth was euphoric. He was wrong. Nothing could be better than this. He was sure of it.

Daphne gasped at the sensation of being so full. Before this night, nothing apart from her fingers had been inside her. In just over an hour she had taken his fingers, his tongue, and now his penis inside her. She stared at Harry, just as he stared back at her, both breathing heavily. Finally, she nodded for him to go ahead, and Harry smiled. His hands came up to grab her tits, coaxing a giggle out of her at his fascination with them before she cried out when he pulled back and slammed inside in one go.

“Ah yes…” she moaned.

Harry smiled and began kneading her breasts as he started to move in and out of her. He kept the pace deliberately slow to let her get accustomed to having his length inside her as he continued to maul her tits, flicking her nipples with his thumb and pinching them softly.

Daphne’s eyes were closed as she writhed, gasping audibly in excitement as Harry slowly increased his pace, pushing his hips back and forth. His cock plunged into her deeper than anything had ever been, and her inner walls seemed to suck him back in whenever he pulled out. He never left her pussy, always keeping at least the crown of his member inside her.

Harry knew he was not going to last long. He had not cum yet, and Daphne had stimulated his length mere minutes ago. But he also knew that she was close as well, even though she had had an orgasm. He had made sure to stimulate her well before their union.

Still, for good measure, he pulled one hand away from her tits and dragged it down. Daphne’s eyes widened when she felt him stimulate her clit, and she stared at him with wide eyes full of lust and love. Harry grinned.

“I’m close, Daph. And I want you to come with me,” he said as he leaned down, and Daphne’s knees pressed up against her tits. She was so flexible she could be a ballerina.

Harry smiled at her as his fingers continued to play with her clit, and Daphne could do nothing but swing her head around in excitement, moaning incoherently as her orgasm built up alongside his. His hard, slick length kept plunging into her gushing depths, sending the lewd sound of their sex reverberating around the room.

Suddenly, Daphne let out a guttural scream as she convulsed. Her back arched, pushing against him firmly and Harry grunted at the feeling of intense pressure around his length. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him firmly against her as her body tried to get every bit of him. Furiously, Harry kissed her as she writhed and her inner walls squeezed him.

All the stimulus was enough to push him over the edge. The head of his cock expanded, and spurts of his cum shot out into the slick walls of her pussy. Daphne and Harry kissed each other heatedly, uncaring about anything but bringing each other as much pleasure are they could. Her pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop of semen that he had to spend, and Harry eagerly gave it all to her. He had jerked off in the past, numerous times so. But never had he cum with such intensity and in such copious amounts. He filled her continuously and he kept pounding into her until Daphne seized up under him once again. Harry realized she had her second orgasm from penetration in only a few minutes. He didn’t know something like that was even possible, but he didn’t bother to think about it for more than a second.

He didn’t want to pull out of her. He wanted to keep making love to her. He kept pushing inside her, even when his length began to loosen. His hands kept squeezing her tits firmly as they kissed, never pulling away.

The two lovers rode through their respective orgasms in each other’s arms, keeping themselves flush against each other. It felt as if they were doing all they could to fuse their bodies as if uniting in the most sacred of ways was not enough.

They had never felt like this before. Even when they realized they loved each other, they had never been overwhelmed with a sensation so intense that thrilled and scared them in equal measure.

Slowly, Harry pulled away and lay her down properly on the bed. Daphne eagerly opened her arms to welcome him into her loving embrace, their bodies sweaty as they lay side by side, with Daphne resting her head on his chest. Harry stroked her naked back softly, feeling the sweat on her skin that even clung to her hair. The cooling charms permeating the room could do nothing in the face of what had just transpired in his room.

Minutes passed and they lay there in silence. Harry stared at the ceiling as Daphne gently stroked his naked chest. She could feel his seed deep inside her and the feeling made her sigh in contentment.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” she whispered, smiling against his skin as her fingers played with his nipple. Harry sighed and pulled her close.

“Me neither,” he replied. “But I won’t exchange it for anything.”

He felt her look upward and he glanced down, giving her a loving smile.

“I love you, Daphne.”

“I love you too, Harry,” she replied and leaned up to kiss him tenderly. Harry kissed her back, pulling her close and Daphne sighed happily as she pulled away and buried her face in the crook of his neck, the couple happily basking in the afterglow of their coitus.

For the first time but undoubtedly not for the last, they went to sleep in the same bed without a stitch of clothing on.

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A group of curse breakers was walking up the stairs that led them back to the open ground. The cave was a few hundred feet underground and in the Sahara, it had been almost unbearable to undertake the expedition even with all the charms and runes they had at their disposal. The expedition would have taken much longer if not for the couple of curse breakers who had joined them out of nowhere.

“We would’ve been fucked if you hadn’t shown up,” Paul, the leader of the expedition team said with a smile as he looked at the man walking upstairs beside him. The man and his wife had been a valuable help, and every member of the team was grateful.

“Ah, no worries, my good man,” the man replied. “What’s the worth of such knowledge if it can’t come to help those in need?”

“That’s a noble sentiment,” Paul replied honestly. “They don’t make humble guys like you nowadays.”

“Well, there’s only one guy like me, that’s for sure,” the man replied with a chuckle, earning him a swat on the head from his wife. “C’mon, Penny. I was just joking.”

His wife, another blonde, rolled her eyes.

“It’s something though, isn’t it?” Becky, one of the female curse breakers chimed in. “You two stumbled upon us here in the middle of the hottest desert in the world. I mean, what are the odds?”

“Very low, that’s for sure,” Paul agreed. “And to top it all off, you’re not even accepting any compensation. It makes me feel I ripped you off.”

Penny chuckled.

“Believe me, we’re happy to let you all have it. After all, it’s what your courage deserves. We have more than enough gold to try and swindle some of yours,” she remarked.

“If it troubles you all so much, consider it a present from us for being such nice company over the past few days,” her husband added with a smile.

Paul sighed but nodded. They had already had this discussion a few times and he had failed to make them agree to accept their fair share of compensation.

“Still, it doesn’t feel nice to distribute your share amongst us five,” Becky replied with a frown. Penny looked at the woman and sighed.

“Tell you what? Go on and donate our share to some good cause. I won’t mind, and I’m sure Nick won’t either,” the blonde replied. Her husband, Nick, nodded.

“Now that’s something I can accept,” Paul replied. “Agreed.”

“Glad we finally sorted this out,” Nick said with an eye-roll as they emerged into the open ground. It was nighttime, which was a blessing as none of them wanted to endure the harsh sun rays of the desert after being cooped up underground for so long.

“I feel this is where we part ways,” Penny said, pulling out a galleon from her purse. The curse breakers frowned but nodded in understanding.

“I hope we’ll see you again?” Becky asked hopefully.

“No promises,” Penny said apologetically as she squeezed the young woman’s hand who frowned but nodded.

With parting nods, Penny and Nick vanished in a swirl as their portkey activated and took them far away from the continent of Africa.

In a large manor outside Nice, France, a young couple in their mid-thirties emerged out of nowhere.

“Ah, feels nice to be home after so many months,” the man groaned as he sat down on the couch. He reached around his neck and unclasped the necklace with a sigh. In place of a middle-aged man sat an old man who looked ancient. Even Dumbledore would have looked like a mere toddler compared to this man.

“What I won’t give to be young again,” the man remarked as he gazed at his wife who also reversed her transformation. She took his necklace and placed it in the box alongside hers.

“The fact that we successfully prolonged our lives is boon enough, Nick. Eternal youth would be taking the greed to a new level,” she said softly, staring at the pair of necklaces.

The necklaces granted them temporary youth, but they could use it only once every seven years for no more than seven months. They had been doing this for a few centuries now, and they cherished it more as time went on.

Over six hundred years old and yet clinging to life. It was both a blessing and a curse. Yet they chose to live this way, unwilling to part with each other even in death.

“I’ll take care of things around here. You go freshen yourself up,” Perenelle Flamel said and Nicholas watched as his wife went over to their office.

With a sigh, he got up and slowly walked upstairs.

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“Anything of note?” Nicholas asked between bites as he watched his wife go through the thousands of letters they had received. It was unavoidable for them. Every time they were away for a prolonged period, they came home to thousands of letters forwarded by Gringotts that required their input. Most were well wishes from various people they didn’t even know but whose families had probably been helped by them in the distant past. They were appreciative of the gesture, but it was not possible to personally reply to all of them. Thus, the enchanted box took care of replying to all the letters they put therein, formulating a proper response on its own.

Various political leaders or academicians also approached them frequently. Sometimes, they received a reply, sometimes they did not. They had no interest in getting involved in the daily happenings around the wizarding world. They had seen it all numerous times over the years.

As always, the letters forwarded by Gringotts were similar. People thanked them and wished for their well-being, wizarding schools in various countries asked them to impart their wisdom to their students for as much time as they could afford, and the headmistress of Beauxbatons asked them to attend the Foundation Day festivities which they had stopped attending a few hundred years ago but still got asked for, every time. All were taken care of the way they always were.

“There’s one from Albus,” Perenelle said as she placed the letter to the side.

“What does that boy want now?” Nicholas asked curiously. “I hope he’s not complaining that the replica I made for him withered away. I told him it was possible.”

“At least read the letter first,” Perenelle chuckled as she sorted the other letters out. Nicholas sighed and flicked his wand, banishing the empty plate away. He pulled the letter out of the envelope, saw the familiar curly handwriting of his former apprentice, and started to read.

Dear Nicholas and Perenelle,

I trust that you are enjoying good health and well-being.

I understand that you are currently engaged in your global travels as I compose this letter, but I hope you will return shortly and respond to this letter promptly.

There is a matter of utmost importance that I need to discuss with you, and I regret to say that this requires a face-to-face meeting.

I beg your pardon for not elucidating everything adequately in this letter and I promise you everything will be clarified soon.

I eagerly await your reply.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Order of Merlin, First Class

Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock

Supreme Mugwump, Intl. Confed. of Wizards

“That boy and his theatrics,” Nicholas muttered to himself as he slid the letter to his curious wife who looked at it and chuckled.

“Let him enjoy his drama, Nick,” she replied. “I am more curious about what he wants to discuss with us. What could be so secretive that he couldn’t put in the letter?”

“Come on, Penny,” Nicholas chuckled. “That boy has always been too secretive for his own good. I bet it’s something that gets him off even in his old age.”

“Don’t make me rinse that mouth with soap, Nicholas Flamel,” Perenelle warned.

Nicholas rolled his eyes and looked back at the letter.

“Well, I guess I better reply then. I can’t say I’m not intrigued with whatever that boy has cooked up now,” he said and flicked his wand, summoning a parchment and self-inking quill, and began writing.

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To be continued…