Chapter 26: 26
The next day, Harry's eyes fluttered open as he tried looking around.
"What the fuck happened? My head is killing me." With a groan, Harry sat up and clutched his head, trying to make sense of his situation.
"I remember I succeeded in removing the horcrux from the diadem, then I sat for the ritual myself, and then, its all kinda blurry." He muttered as he tried to recall the events of last night.
Slowly, the pain in his head subsided and Harry was able to think clearly.
"Right, I removed the soul piece from my head, then I destroyed the horcrux containers. Then I passed out. Wait, what time is it?"
With a quick tempus charm, a few numbers hovered in the air. "The fuck, I slept for 38 hours."
"Wait, why is it all so blurry. Shouldn't my eyes been fixed after the soul piece was removed." Harry questioned as he racked his brain to see where he went wrong.
He brought up his palm to rub his eyes and that's when he realised.
"Hahahahahh. Im so fucking stupid. I was wearing my glasses. Of course, it would be blurry. Ouch. Fuck" With a stupid laugh, harry removed his glasses as the world turned clear but as he smacked his forehead, an intense pain shot around his body once again.
"I gotta get cleaned up and eat some food, my brain isn't working right yet."
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"Hey Harry, where are your bags?" as Harry entered the great hall, Hermione called out to him.
"Oh shit. We're leaving today. Shit, let me go grab my trunk." Harry stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth as he ran to the dorms to pack up his bags.
A quarter of an hour later, he was back inside the great hall, sitting down and wolfing down his lunch.
Not eating for around 40 hours with a parasite stuck to your back and undergoing a serious magical operation, the body needs some food.
And food is what Harry provided. Lots of it. Only after scarfing down 30 plates of food did the rumbling and uneasiness in Harry stomach fade away and the restless tree of life was satiated.
"Hey Harry. I've been meaning to ask, what happened to your scar. Its lighter than before. Did you put some make up on it?" Hermione asked as she looked intently at my forehead.
"What? No. I just tried a potion that reduced the scarring a little bit. It should be gone when the next year starts." Harry replies in between bites.
"Hey, why is it ok if Harry talks when eating and its disgusting if I do it?" an irritated voice came from the side as people turned around to look at the source.
"Because, Ron, when Harry does it, he does it with grace. He doesn't spit out the food when talking. He talks after he has finished chewing. As for you, you talk with your mouth full, and get a lot of crumbs and bits all over the table." Hermione replied with a cold demeanour.
"Yeah, she right you know. Harry doesn't act like you at all." A few more students stood up to defend Harry while many just sat by and ignored the commotion.
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"Harry, thanks again for helping me with potions this year. And thank you for being a great friend. You should come by sometimes. My nan always said she wanted to meet with you."
"Of course. I'll try to come by if I get a chance. See you in a few months."
At the station, Neville approached me as we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
"I should also get going. My parents are waiting outside. See you later. Don't forget to write to me." Hermione waved her hand as she headed through the wall and arrived at the muggle side.
"I wonder if Susan bought a place for me to live during the holidays."
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"Lets see, how can I use this stone." Harry mutters as he runs his fingers over the smooth glass like surface of the Philosopher's stone.
"Philosopher's Stone: Made by the Alchemist, Nicholas Flamel in the 15th century by condensing the blood and magic essence of a million lives, the stone can transmutate any material into gold on an atomic level. It can also be used to produce the elixir of life which can bring a person back from the brink of death. It contains immense mana reserves."
"That's right, this this has immense vitality and mana reserves. Its exactly the things that's being sucked out of me right now, isn't it?
Let me see if I can somehow use this." Harry shouts in excitement as a lightbulb flashes in his head.
The remaining days of the week go by as harry tinkers around with the stone and tries to figure out a safe way to utilise the stone.
"Hey Susan. Can you book me a flight to France?" Harry sends an order to Susan in order to further his research into the philosopher's stone.
While Harry may know how the stone was made, he didn't know how to create the elixir of life.
Since the Flamel's were very secretive about their source of longevity, there were no records of the stone or the elixir's production methods in Hogwarts.
To properly figure out the method to provide more nutrition to the tree of Life, Harry decided to head to the source of the Stone.
"Certainly, master Potter. I'll have the tickets in an hour." Susan replies back almost instantly.
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"Welcome to France. We hope you enjoy your stay." Walking out of the plane, the airport was covered in welcome signs all around.
"Let's see, where does Nicolas Flamel live? Ah yes, Rue de Montmorency. Perfect.
I wonder if France has a version of the knight bus, or else its going to be a long ride." Harry looks around as he waves his hand towards the road while channelling mana into his outstretched palm.
Not even a minute later, a flash of black and blue arrives in front of Harry and stops.
A long bus, stood in front of Harry, blocking the sunlight from falling on his body as the heat from the ever-running bus hit his face.
"Where to?" the door opened, and the bus conductor asked in French.
"Rue de Montmorency, thanks." Harry replies in fluent french as he boards the bus.
"1 galleon, 20 sickles." Harry looks at the conductor as if he had lost his mind.
"You, English. Price double." The conductor showed his dirty yellowed teeth and smiled as he looked at him.
"Fuck it." Harry decided to just let it go, as he wasn't bored enough to argue with a random person.
Taking a seat on the comfortable seat and gluing himself to the cushions below, the bus zooms past the cars on the road and reaches the destination after 3 stops.
"Almost as fast as the knight bus. Still sucks to travel around though." Harry says as he hops of the bus, supressing the urge to throw up.
"Here we are. The residence of the famous Nicolas Flamel."
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