Chapter 36

"You really should get out of ze 'ouse and get some fresh air. Staying cooped up in zis room isn't 'ealthy for a vibrant young man like yourself."

Harry blinked, his mind wakening from it's haze of formulaic equations. He turned his head and looked up to see Flamel's other half staring at him with a small frown on her gorgeous face and her arms crossed under her chest.

"Can't," Harry said, shaking his head. "I need to finish this transmutation circle before the end of the day."

Perenelle Flamel raised a single, delicate eyebrow.

"Need to? Or want to?"

"What's the difference?" asked Harry. "Need and want are dependent upon the realities of the people using those terms and hold no real meaning in the grand scheme of things. Do I want to finish this transmutation circle by the end of the day? Yes. Do I need to finish it? Probably not, but I will never be satisfied if I don't, thus, I do need to finish it for the sake of my own peace of mind."

"I don't want to hear your philosophical speak right now," Perenelle's arms went from crossed under her breasts to cocked at a ninety degree angle on either side of her body as she placed her fists on her hips. "You 'ave been in here for six hours doing nozing more zan staring at ze wall. Clearly, your mind is exhausted and needs a break."

"Thank you for the concern, but I am fine," Harry said. He was determined to finish this transmutation circle today come hell or high water.

However, while he may have been prepared for Armageddon to come, he was obviously not prepared for an angry Perenelle. The woman fixed him with a scowl so fierce were Harry not sitting he would have taken a step back (or run away screaming). As it was, he tilted back in his chair to get as far away from the woman as possible.

Was it just him, or was the temperature beginning to get warmer.

And were those feathers sprouting from her neck?

"'arry James Potter, you will leave this room right now, 'ead down to Paris and see the sights, or so help me I will burn you to cinders!"

If it weren't such a terrifying sight, Harry would have been amused by the woman's mothering. Any amusement he might have felt though, disappeared in the face of the woman's whose features seemed to grow sharper and more angular by the second. Her eyes were blazing flames of blue fire that struck feelings of an unknown fear in his heart and caused his mind to conjure up horrible images of his own body being burnt to ashes.

Needless to say, Harry couldn't agree fast enough.

He also couldn't leave the room fast enough.

Damn, that woman was terrifying! She would give Voldemort a run for his money!

"Apprentice?" Harry looked up from where he was standing bent over and using his hands on his knees as support while he tried to regain his breath after running from the alchemy lab to see Flamel staring at him curiously. For some reason, the man had taken to calling him apprentice ever since their first meeting. Not Harry, not Potter, not even Harry Potter. Just apprentice. It was kind of annoying, but Harry put up with it for the sake of learning. "What are you still doing here? I thought you left hours ago."

"Ah... no..." Harry mumbled, trying to regain his breath after it had left him in the face of such a horrifying sight. Truly, that Perenelle Flamel was the fiercest woman he had ever met, and considering he had met Professor McGonagall that's saying something. "I stayed behind after you left. I wanted to finish that transmutation circle I was working on."

"I see, I see," Flamel nodded his head in a sagely manner that did not go with his twenty-something year old looks. "It is good to see such dedication. Did you finish your circle?"

"No."

Flamel blinked.

"Then what are you doing in here?" he asked, frowning sternly at the young man as he prepared a lecture. "You should still be in the lab working. Transmutation is a process that requires constant work and dedication. You cannot just skimp out on your work whenever you feel like it."

"I ran into your wife," Harry said dryly. "Or, to be more precise, she ran into me."

Flamel paused at that, before nodding his head and adopting a 'sagely' look again.

"Now I understand," he said, patting Harry's shoulder in sympathy. "She does the same thing to me when I get caught up in my work. Let me give you some advice. Women are like cats. Not those small, domestic house cats, but those big, vicious lions you see in the Sahara. So long as you do what they say, you're fine, but if you don't, They'll eat you alive."

"Oh, iz zat what I am now?"

Harry and Flamel froze as a beautiful, sickly sweet voice entered their ears. It was easily the most frightening sound either of them had ever heard.

.

.

.

‼️If you want to access advanced chapters, wait no more and subscribe to my Patreon, where you can buy books in completely downloadable PDF format.‼️

🤩patreon.com/Shihao123🤩