Keith Arrives at the House of Flamel
Keith stepped through the magical streets of France until he reached the address Nicolas Flamel had given him.
A tall iron gate stood before him—
engraved with complex alchemical formulas, sigils, and riddles, woven together with protective enchantments.
Anyone else would have spent days solving it.
Keith simply activated…
ULTIMATE SKILL — COSMIC ALCHEMY SOVEREIGN
The symbols glowed.
The equations rearranged.
The locks clicked in perfect harmony.
Within three seconds, the entire barrier opened with a gentle hum.
Keith stepped forward—and immediately felt it.
Someone was watching.
Their gaze wasn't hostile, just curious.
Keith already knew who it was.
Nicolas Flamel.
Meeting Perenelle Flamel
Keith walked up to the old oak door and knocked.
It opened instantly.
An elderly woman with a warm smile and sparkling eyes beamed up at him.
"Oh, Merlin's beard… how ADORABLE you are!"
Before Keith could react—
Perenelle Flamel grabbed his cheeks and squished them.
Keith blinked, stunned.
Rias wasn't this fast.
Even Luna didn't pinch him this quickly.
Behind her, Nicolas Flamel appeared, stroking his beard with a laugh.
"My wife has… a weakness for cute children."
Perenelle huffed proudly.
"And he is exceptionally cute!"
Keith bowed politely despite his slightly red cheeks.
"My name is Keith Argus Runcandel."
Nicolas stepped forward.
"I am Nicolas Flamel. And this charming creature pinching your face is my wife, Perenelle."
Perenelle grabbed Keith's hand without hesitation.
"Come in! Come sit! I want to hear everything!"
Keith was dragged inside like a beloved grandson.
Nicolas followed with a defeated smile.
Comfort at the Flamel Household
Keith found himself seated on a plush sofa in their cozy main hall.
Perenelle sat directly next to him, leaning close.
"So! How was your journey to France?
Are you eating well?
How is school?
Do you have friends?
Any bullies?
Do girls like you?"
Keith calmly answered each question (though he skipped the "girls" part).
Then Perenelle asked about Hogwarts life.
Keith shared:
Hufflepuff celebrations Vulpix's chaos Quidditch madness The Troll Trio gossip Ron's "pants incident" Helena calling Snape "papa"
Perenelle was laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes.
Nicolas watched her with soft joy—
it had been decades since she laughed this freely.
The Letter From an Ancestor
Finally Nicolas cleared his throat.
"Keith, there is a reason I invited you here."
He handed Keith an old parchment sealed with golden wax.
Keith opened it—
and his eyes widened slightly.
It was from Lucien Runcandel, one of the rare Runcandels born with magic.
The letter stated:
"Any Runcandel who awakens magic is eligible to learn alchemy from Nicolas Flamel, my greatest rival and cherished friend."
Keith looked up.
Nicolas nodded.
"Yes. Your ancestor was a remarkable wizard."
Perenelle added with a giggle,
"And incredibly stubborn. He and Nicolas fought over every alchemy theory like two children."
"I did NOT," Nicolas muttered.
"You absolutely did," she replied.
Keith chuckled.
Nicolas Tests Keith's Knowledge
Nicolas leaned forward, scholarly excitement glowing in his eyes.
"Keith, may I ask a few alchemy questions?
To see your foundation?"
Keith nodded.
Flamel asked about:
Transmutational constants Arcane equivalence Philosopher stone synthesis theory Hermetic circles Ether compression principles
Keith answered every question flawlessly.
Nicolas's jaw dropped.
"By Merlin's beard…
Your knowledge rivals master-level alchemists."
He was stunned—
and extremely pleased.
Perenelle tugged his ear sharply.
"Stop drowning the poor boy in alchemy babble!"
Keith laughed quietly.
A Silent Reward
While Nicolas fussed over diagrams, Keith mentally commanded—
"System, sign in."
System Notification:
Host is signing in at a rarest location.
Reward: High Grade Philosopher Stone
A perfectly formed Philosopher Stone materialized in Keith's storage.
He hid the smile that tugged at his lips.
Lunch With the Flamels
Soon Perenelle served a warm French lunch:
Buttered baguettes Magical stew Herbal wine (Keith received a non-alcoholic version) Fruit tart glowing faintly with enchantments
Keith ate with the couple, chatting pleasantly.
Perenelle treated him like a grandson.
Nicolas treated him like a prized apprentice he had waited centuries for.
Keith had rarely felt such gentle warmth from strangers.
He relaxed completely.