Chapter 5 — Alchemy and Fleur Delacour
Nicolas Flamel stared at the chocolate in Horatio's hand, stunned into silence.
"So… the greatest difference between a Philosopher's Stone and the Magic Stone is… a wishing function?"
Horatio shook his head.
"Not exactly. I don't think it's granting wishes—it's just pulling future possibilities into the present. Basically borrowing from the future.
It can't alter things that already happened."
(Lies. A true Philosopher's Stone can rewrite fixed events, but the soul and life-force cost would be astronomical.)
Flamel's hopeful eyes dimmed into disappointment.
"Of course… there is no remedy for regret in this world."
He sighed softly.
"Child, it's getting late. Rest now. Tomorrow morning, I will formally teach you alchemy."
"Yes, Master Nicolas."
The Next Day
"Isis!
Nephthys!
If you two fight again, I'll rip off your wings and replace them with mechanical alchemy ones!
Hathor—go give them each two cat-slaps. Make them understand who's boss."
Hathor leapt from Horatio's arms.
Bam! Bam!
Two precise feline punches struck both birds on the head.
Then she strutted back like a queen returning from war.
Meanwhile, Horatio was carving runes into a sapphire-blue bead using a tiny alchemical blade.
From the doorway, Nicolas Flamel watched quietly, unable to hide his admiration.
The next generation truly surpasses the last…
Ever since receiving Flamel's notebook, Horatio had been unstoppable:
He enchanted his custom trench coat with Levitation, Cleaning, and Shielding charms—an early alchemical enchantment.
The next day, he combined jet-engine principles with broom enchantments, creating a turbo-boost broom that broke the sound barrier.
French Aurors tried to chase it…and only ate the dust of its Mach Ring.
On the third day, he used the souls of forest rabbits to create a mechanical dog named Alpha Dog.
Its wizard's-chess skills were terrifying—
it even trash-talked after winning.
Perenelle snapped, blasted it with a Severing Charm, dismantled it into scrap, and lectured Horatio for 30 minutes straight.
Horatio offered Hathor's "usage rights" for a whole day to escape punishment.
On the fourth day, to win Hathor back, Horatio built mechanical replicas:
Tom (cat) and Jerry (mouse)—enchanted with Transfiguration, Levitation, and Reversal charms.
They turned the house into a battlefield.
Result?
He didn't get Hathor back AND Tom & Jerry were confiscated.
Horatio cried into his pillow all night.
On the fifth day, he asked to study human alchemy.
Flamel refused instantly.
"Too young."
On the sixth day, he forged a custom armor set for Nephthys—
Wing Rebellion Falcon—
and had her deliver a letter to Dumbledore.
Later, seeing Isis looking lonely, he made her an Ultimate Falcon armor as well.
Flamel's house had never known such chaos.
…And Then
A red orb on Horatio's desk suddenly blared:
"ALERT! ALERT! FLEUR DELACOUR APPROACHING!
ETA: 3 minutes!"
Horatio dropped his carving tools in panic.
"Oh no. Hathor! The demon girl is coming! Activate Ultimate Level Preparedness!"
Hathor smacked the bell on her collar—
Poof!
She vanished into thin air.
Horatio slammed a button on the alchemy belt around his waist.
"Anti-Fleur device, activate!"
He vanished too.
Fleur Delacour.
Veela bloodline
Distant relative of Perenelle
Stunning even at a young age
Terrifying personality
Public enemy #1 of peace and quiet
A few days earlier, she had visited with Madame Olympe Maxime to see Flamel.
She instantly took interest in Horatio—
writing him letters daily,using "visiting Perenelle" as an excuse,and generally harassing him to the brink of death.
Perenelle and Flamel?
Oh, they LOVED it.
Free babysitting via violence.
Soft footsteps approached.The door creaked open.
A silver-haired, blue-eyed girl in a silk blue robe entered, radiant as moonlight.
"Huh? He's not here?"
Fleur turned back toward Nicolas Flamel.
Flamel winked and slipped her a silver sphere.
She tossed it into the room.
BOOM—!!
A blinding flash exploded.
"AAAHH! MY EYES!! Old man, you hit me with a flashbang AGAIN!
Just wait until I invent the Ultraman Giga-Mountain Super-Power Transforming Device—
I'll tear your house apart!"
As Horatio staggered, vision half-white, gentle hands cupped his face.
A soft voice whispered at his ear.
"Are you okay, little Horatio?"
"My eyes hurt a bit…"
"That's fine. Because now—you're in trouble."
Fleur's palm pinched his cheek—
And the torture began.
"Aaahhh!!! You crazy woman! Don't touch me there!!"
Some Time Later
A beautiful silver-haired girl sat elegantly in a chair.
A black cat lay contentedly on her long legs while she stroked its fur.
Across from her sat a bruised, swollen-faced little boy with a sign hanging from his neck:
"I will never make Fleur angry again."
Horatio glared at her internally.
You bully me AND stole my cat.This hatred—I'm saving it.
"Horatio," Fleur said sweetly, voice dropping to a dangerous coolness,
"I told you—every time I send a letter, you MUST reply immediately.
Did you forget?"
Horatio instantly activated survival mode.
"No, no! I didn't forget!
Isis and Nephthys were fighting and injured their wings, so… I couldn't send replies!"
He glanced at the two birds.
Both looked at their owner…sighed…and lifted their bandaged wings pathetically.
"Fine. I'll forgive you this time," Fleur said.
"But next time you ignore my letters?
Even if you hide in Britain, I WILL come deal with you."
She stood.
"One more thing—tomorrow you're coming with me to Beauxbatons.
Think of it as compensation for making me angry."
Horatio scoffed.
"Heh. Not going."
"Hmm? Are you looking for death?
Is going on a date with a beautiful big sister such a burden?"
Truthfully, Fleur—even not fully grown—was already stunning.
She had Veela blood.She radiated charm.
But to an 11-year-old?.Who's blade is not embryo yet?
Robots are more interesting than romance.
Horatio raised his chin proudly.
"You're pretty, yes.But in my eyes, you're not even as attractive as… a robot."
He pulled out a white mechanical glove and slid it onto his hand.
"I will now enter Gundam Mode."