Chapter 199
Jon had never thought before that the Flamels would know that they were descendants of Hufflepuff. He didn't think Dumbledore would talk about it casually.
Because this matter itself has nothing to say about it.
But when things have reached this point, there is no need to think about it again.
And the witch in front of me has already said that, I have seen other people from the Hufflepuff family, so it shows that in the past hundreds of years, this family still has a sense of existence. .
It just declined later.
But how can there be any family that can last forever?
Even the so-called sacred twenty-eight tribes have only begun to flourish in the last few hundred years.
It’s not that Jon feels too good. It’s in this world. The power of Legendary Wizard is basically at the top of the world. If we talk about bloodline and trace its roots, naturally, Legendary Wizard’s bloodline is more powerful.
But the two in front of them are indeed living fossils, and Jon feels that he can get closer to them.
The two old people live here and don’t usually go out. They just stay with these clocks. Now Philosopher’s Stone can’t be used anymore. Immortal medicine for longevity will not continue to be produced. Then these two’s Life, I am afraid it will not continue for too long.
So, if Jon really has any ideas, he must make good use of this time.
Jon said to Stephen: There are only two steps in the ladder of human progress, the 1st Step is imagination, and the Second Step is shameless.
To put it bluntly, it is to dare to think and dare to do.
Otherwise, every opportunity is obtained by others, what else is there for him?
It's just that these thoughts appeared in his mind and didn't come out of his mouth.
He looked at the black tea in front of him, his thoughts churning, but he had nothing to say.
I don't know what to say, the silence in the air is extremely depressing, so suppressed that Jon has a bad association.
There is still pressure. When facing such a character, there is really no way not to panic.
Jon suddenly remembered that when he went to see Dumbledore, he was a little better than now, at least he was not so panicked, and he did prepare for a long time.
"Don’t be nervous, this is just an ordinary afternoon tea. We haven’t seen outsiders for a long time, especially your special youngster."
Now the tea is actually already It's not afternoon tea. The time for afternoon tea has already passed. It is already evening. After two hours, the sky will be completely dark.
"You are really overpraised. I'm just an ordinary student. When I first met, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Jon, Jon Smith, and I am indeed a member of the Hufflepuff family. Not many people in our family are still alive anymore."
There are only four people in the family, which is indeed not many.
"The life force of the Hufflepuff family is very strong, and what kind of achievements your family’s wizards will have, Nicholas and I have both seen, you really don’t need to be so humble—though humility is indeed A very good character."
Mrs. Flamel gently soothed Jon. Mr. Nicholas Flamel seemed to be unable to hear the movement at all, just polishing the watch in his hand.
"I think you don't mind talking with an old lady with me, right?"
"Of course, I'd like to."
Since Mrs. Flamel took the initiative to invite , Then Jon will not refuse, this kind of good thing comes to the door, the fool will push the opportunity out.
He lifts the head, took a sip from the tea cup in front of him, took a deep breath.
——Okay, successfully switched to interpersonal communication mode.
Jon cheered himself up in his heart. After sitting for a while, his mood has actually become much calmer.
This time, he began to take a good look at the witch opposite him.
A typical European appearance, hair grey-white, with a kind face, blue eyes, pure as the ocean.
For an instant, Jon thought he had seen the concrete existence of [Youlan Deep Sea].
But he immediately realized that it is indeed impolite to look directly at others, but the sun outside spreads on Mrs. Flamel’s head, and the silver white light is like a precious white made by China. Silk looks dignified and luxurious, and feels very close.
What is it like?
He remembered a sentence. It seemed inappropriate to use it here, but there was no better description than this sentence.
——An old Chinese saying goes that if a person is about to die, his words are also good.
Ms. Flamel seems to be shrouded in this twilight, and there is a sense of lifelessness, which complements the evening sun.
Jon was stupefied by this feeling, and subconsciously asked: "Madam, you and Mr. Flamel, are time is limited?"
He finished speaking immediately After reacting, he quickly apologized.
"What do I need to apologize for? What you said is not a lie, it is a fact."
Perenal Flamel tapped the wall of the cup lightly, calmly Admit Jon's doubts.
"We don't mind facing death, even after living for so many years and seeing so many deaths, we have begun to accept death."
Perenar Rubbing the peacock pocket watch on his chest, laughed.
"Jon, I think you can come over and talk to me from time to time. When you are free, this is the first time you see you, but I think we are very fate."
"Really?" Jon said, "I think so too, maybe we really have a lot of topics to talk about."
"So why don't we start now?"
Of course, Perenar just wanted to tease Jon. She is not a Legendary witch. There is no way to tell how strong Jon is. Apart from seeing that Jon is a descendant of Hufflepuff for some special reasons, she can only watch. Jon is a young child.
Probably just the Third Year?
I don't know the inside story of Dao Idol, Perenal just wants to pass the time.
Here, after all, there will be no other people who can trust her and interest her for a while.
Cultivating a junior is just thinking about the friendship with the Hufflepuff family back then.
Before I die, I can still see the offspring of an deceased person, which is a very lucky thing.
"It’s better to hit the sun if you choose a day. I just thought of buying an alchemy pocket watch for a friend today. Why don’t you recommend it to my wife?"
Of course, this requirement doesn’t count. Too much, Perenal followed beckoned and pulled a pocket watch that he made before and was quite satisfactory from the box.
"Look at this, with absolutely precise magic attached. The style was designed by myself, but this was popular a long time ago."
She asked softly: "I don't know. Who do you want to give to?"