Chapter 494
Daydream Quill
Chapter 494 Daydream Quill
A golden light flashed before Wade's eyes, and after a strange tug of the portkey, he stood in a dazzling living room.
The space in this place seemed to be filled with all kinds of books and strange things, but it maintained a certain harmonious order. Wade didn't dare to move for a moment, for fear that raising his arm would cause a domino effect here.
“Oh, there you are,” said Nick Flamel, from behind a pile of books. “I’m sorry, I seem to have lost track of time because I… Oh, my God!”
The old man let out a cry of pain, and Wade tilted his head to look curiously, only to see a figure swaying behind the pile of books.
He finally found a place to stand and walked over to find an old man with silver hair and a ghostly pale complexion struggling with a silver carved teapot.
The teapot bounced angrily on the ground and was held down by Nico Flamel with one hand, but the lid suddenly flew up and hit his nose, which he easily blocked with a spell.
The falling lid of the pot turned around and hit Flamel's fingers. Wade clearly heard a crisp "crack".
The stunned Wade immediately came to his senses and pointed his wand: "Freeze quickly!"
The teapot suddenly stopped moving, and the lid, which was about to start again, fell to the ground with a clang. Nick Flamel picked it up and stuffed it into a box together with the teapot.
"Finally it's solved. I never thought... one day even a teapot could attack me..."
Flamel held his waist and stood up from the ground with difficulty. Wade quickly reached out to help him.
He didn't dare use too much force because the arm in his hand felt as brittle as a corn stick and seemed like it would break if he wasn't careful.
"Thank you, son," Flamel said in a hoarse voice. "Welcome to my home, but most things here have a temper of their own. You need to...oh, you need to be careful."
As he spoke, he used his intact hand to circle the injured finger, and then Wade saw that the slightly deformed finger returned to its original shape.
Wade raised his eyebrows slightly.
The finger looked like it had broken bones, but not a drop of blood came out, and there seemed to be no bleeding in the soft tissue under the skin.
Nico Flamel is now 664 years old. Although he is still alive, his body has become extremely fragile due to the erosion of time and has really become like a dry firewood stick.
His eternal life didn't seem good at all, but more like a curse.
Wade did not express his thoughts. He just helped Flamel sit down and asked curiously, "This teapot should also be your own work, right? Can it attack you?"
“Things that have thoughts have their own tempers and cannot love their creators unconditionally and consistently.”
Flamel sighed and said, "Of course, it's not its fault. It's mainly because I kept it closed for too long... I put it in a box when I moved house, and then I accidentally forgot about it... I forgot about it for about two hundred years?"
Vader was speechless.
Anyone who has been locked up in solitary confinement for two hundred years would be extremely angry—even a teapot.
He now felt that the lid had been very polite in only breaking one of Flamel's fingers.
"Please sit down, please sit down. I'm sorry to let you see such a mess in the house - I'm cleaning up recently."
Flamel took out his wand and waved it, and the clutter that filled the room suddenly squeezed against the wall, freeing up a small space in the middle. Then a chair threw off the thick leather book that was pressing on it and bounced up behind Wade.
Wade was bumped by a chair and sat down involuntarily. Then he took out the gift he had prepared in advance and said, "Mr. Flamel, this is a gift I made myself. I hope you like it." "Oh?"
Nick Flamel took the wooden box with great interest, gently pushed open the lid, and saw a slender feather pen lying on the black velvet lining.
"A quill?"
"I have recently been learning how to make various magic quills from Professor Murray. This is one of the results of my study."
Wade smiled and said, "It's not something special, just a simple little toy."
He approached Flamel and introduced, "I used feathers from the head of a winged demon and the teeth of a voldebat, as well as moonstone powder, spores from the devil's snare, and the juice of the mandrake. Of course, the most important thing is the daydream charm."
"As long as a general description is written on a piece of paper, such as 'a palace with countless delicious foods', the writer will enter a corresponding daydream that lasts from one to thirty minutes."
“When you want to get out of a dream, just say ‘this isn’t real’ and you’ll wake up from your daydream.”
The daydream spell has existed for a long time and is not Vader's invention. Chanting this spell alone can also enter an absolutely realistic daydream, but the content is somewhat uncontrollable.
For example, some people want to enter a dream in which they are being affectionate with a beautiful woman, but halfway through the dream, the beautiful woman may suddenly turn into a skeleton, and then into a King Kong Barbie, and finally the owner of the dream wakes up while being chased by a fire crab.
People cannot control their subconscious minds, and thus cannot control their dreams, which are the embodiment of their fantasies.
Vader's quill pen makes uncontrollable daydreams more concrete and more "free".
"Oh...an interesting idea." Nick Lemay said with a smile, "It's perfect for daydreaming when you're bored in class."
"Like I said, this is just a toy." Wade said with a smile, "But if you use it to learn, you can review the books you have read in your dreams, and you can also memorize a large amount of content in a short period of time."
"Can I try?" Flamel asked, holding the pen.
"Of course." Wade gestured with his hand.
Nick Flamel casually pulled out a piece of parchment, held the pen and tremblingly wrote a line on it. Wade turned his eyes away and did not try to peek into what the daydream he had written for himself was.
The Daydream Feather Pen does not need to be dipped in ink, as it has a full tube of ink stored in it. When the ink is used up, the quill pen becomes ineffective.
However, the quill given to Nick Flamel also had an Invisible Extension Charm inside, and the potion stored in it was enough to fill a beer glass, which was enough to use for a long time.
After Nick Flamel put the period, the words on the parchment glowed, and suddenly all flew up from the paper, like a group of fireflies, fluttered over Flamel's head, and turned into starlight and disappeared.
Flamel leaned back in his armchair, his head slightly lowered, his eyes half open and half closed, as if in a daze, but in fact he had entered into a daydream that he had woven for himself.
After a few minutes, he muttered, "This isn't real."
Then Flamel shuddered and woke up from his dream.
(End of this chapter)