"The Wand of Mockery and the Secrets of the Elves"

REMEMBER THAT ON MY PATREON THEY HAVE 5 CHAPTERS IN ADVANCE, WHILE THEY ALSO HAVE 120 CHAPTERS IN THE SPANISH VERSION.

"The Wand of Mockery and the Secrets of the Elves"

"Misty, activate evasive maneuvers!" Stephen shouted as he prepared to flee. As he yelled, a small elf appeared beside Perenelle.

"Misty, catch that idiot and bring him here," Perenelle said softly to Misty, looking at her foolish grandson, who was trying to pull out his Portkey cup to escape the island.

"Yes, Mistress, Misty will catch the young master," Misty replied as Stephen's face filled with disbelief.

"Misty, traitor!" he managed to shout before disappearing in front of Harry, who still didn't even know whether to move or not. He watched as the small elf vanished with a snap.

Sigh "You must be Harry Potter, correct? Dumbledore told me about your arrival. Don't worry about the idiot, follow me inside. When he gets back, Misty will show you to your room," Perenelle said after sighing, looking at the poor boy with compassion before inviting him in.

When Dumbledore told her Harry would be coming, she had sent Misty to investigate a little and had learned that his childhood was nothing like the stories claimed. It had obviously been exaggerated to present him as the hero everyone wanted, but in reality, he was just a child with a childhood similar to that of many wizards born into the Muggle world. Most half-bloods, even if one of their parents was a wizard, were not particularly appreciated by their non-magical family.

"Pe-permission," Harry stammered nervously, having just witnessed how this frail and kind-looking lady had moments ago been radiating an incredible aura that could be felt even on his skin.

As he stepped inside, he was astonished by what he saw. It was the magical mansion he had always imagined from the fairy tales he had secretly listened to when Aunt Petunia told stories to Dudley.

A magnificent silver staircase stretched upward, with small glowing glass orbs floating in the air. The walls were adorned with photographs of the Flamel family. Many of them featured baby Stephen dressed in all sorts of ridiculous outfits—bears, rabbits, unicorns, and even a tiny dragon costume. His face in those photos showed pure embarrassment at having been made to wear such outfits.

There were also more recent pictures, showing Stephen with several friends, including the Weasley twins. Most of the others Harry didn't recognize, so he assumed they were Stephen's friends from France. Following Perenelle, they arrived at the living room.

While Harry was distracted, a series of popping noises, like firecrackers, caught his attention. When he looked toward the source, he saw the strange creature from earlier lying on the floor, bound in golden chains and gagged with a tennis ball. Stephen was struggling to free himself, but a peculiar golden ring prevented him.

Harry recognized the ring as the one Stephen had used against Quirrell to block his magic.

"Mmm mmm," Stephen tried to speak, but with his mouth covered, only muffled sounds came out. The sight reminded Harry of the time Stephen had dragged Draco off to feed him to Fluffy, which made him chuckle.

Seeing Harry's smile, Stephen seemed to think he was laughing at him and struggled even more to break free, but it was clearly futile.

What intrigued Harry the most was the small creature he had never seen before, who had so easily overpowered Stephen and left him tied up on the floor like that. She seemed familiar with Eldritch magic, given that the chains were made of it, but looking at her hands and any possible jewelry, there was no apparent source for her magic. However, he kept his curiosity to himself, sensing that now wasn't the right moment to ask.

"Alright, Misty. You can release him now. I doubt he'll try to escape again. I don't think he wants all the photos in this house appearing at Hogwarts as new decorative portraits," Perenelle said with a hint of threat, making Stephen instantly stop struggling, a look of fear spreading across his face.

"Misty, traitor," Stephen muttered dejectedly as soon as he was freed, now sitting on the floor.

"Huu, Misty is sorry, Master Stephen," Misty said sadly, her ears drooping as tiny tears threatened to spill.

"Don't bully Misty for your own stupidity," Perenelle scolded swiftly, giving Stephen a light smack on the head. Even though it was gentle, Stephen exaggerated as if it had wounded his very soul.

"Ow, Grandma! You're getting so aggressive. Where is that sweet, patient grandmother?" Stephen whined, rubbing his head and faking tears.

"She disappeared the day Hogwarts started sending letters listing how many students you sent to the infirmary each month," Perenelle shot back immediately.

"Urgh," Stephen grimaced and wisely decided to keep his mouth shut.

"Please, Misty, show young Harry to his room while I have a word with this fool," Perenelle instructed, gesturing for Stephen to take a seat on the sofa.

After Harry followed Misty, Stephen sat on the couch in front of his grandmother and began speaking.

"Grandma, if this is about me bringing Harry here without notice… He doesn't get along with his relatives, and they mistreated him. As a good citizen of the magical world, I simply couldn't allow the hero who saved wizards from the Dark Lord's tyranny to— It's not like I kidnapped him or anything! You know I'm a wizard who respects magical law," Stephen declared with conviction as he looked at his grandmother.

"Yes. Dumbledore told me. And Harry is welcome to stay as long as he wants, though I doubt you'll respect the law. Nicolas will surely be happy to have another adventurous little lion around," Perenelle said, staring intently at Stephen.

"Um, then why were you so angry when I arrived?" Stephen asked softly, not understanding.

"How could I not be angry? I heard from others that you faced that stupid Dark Lord at Hogwarts. Isn't that idiot Dumbledore always boasting that Hogwarts is the safest school in the world? If I had known, I would have forced you to go to Beauxbatons. At least then, the new child you'd bring home would be your son with Fleur, and I wouldn't be as mad at your foolishness. On top of that, Professor McGonagall keeps me updated on your prank-related incidents. At Beauxbatons, your Aunt Maxime would have given you a proper thrashing for your behavior," she said quickly, her voice carrying a hint of threat.

Perenelle calling Dumbledore a child—well, Nicolas and she were possibly the only ones who could do so.

"But Grandma, I already told you that the Bald Dark Lord would go to Hogwarts for the Philosopher's Stone. Don't worry, I was confident I could defeat him since he had possessed a clown with little strength. And if I had gone to Beauxbatons, Aunt Maxime would probably let me do whatever I wanted," Stephen tried to defend himself, though he mumbled the last part to avoid angering his grandmother.

"You said he would go to Hogwarts and be easily defeated, not that you would shove your big, dumb head right in front of him."

After scolding Stephen for a few more minutes, Harry came back downstairs, following the house-elf Misty. He seemed to have settled into his room but didn't know what to do next, so he returned to Stephen.

"What's done is done. I don't want to see you putting yourself in danger without warning me, or you'll see how I handle it. Now go see your idiot grandfather—he must be thrilled that you're here!" Perenelle said as she started sipping the calming tea Misty had automatically served, knowing she needed it.

"Of course, Grandma! Love you, Grandma! See you later, Grandma!" Stephen said quickly the moment he was granted conditional freedom.

"Come on, Harry, I'll introduce you to my grandpa," Stephen said, calling for Harry as he ran off, with Harry hurrying to keep up.

Following Stephen through a series of hallways, they reached a room that seemed farther away from the others in the mansion. Stephen was leading Harry to Nicolas Flamel's workshop.

When they lived in smaller houses, whether in France or Hogsmeade, they didn't need to be so far from the main house. But ever since Stephen started working with the twins on prank items, some of their experiments failed and filled the house with whatever material the prank was made of.

The turning point came when one of their items exploded, coating the entire house in golden dust and shattering every window and piece of furniture. Now, in their new mansion, a special workshop had been built solely for their projects.

The final straw was when another experiment exploded, covering the house in troll slime, prompting Perenelle to storm in like an avenging demon. With Misty's help, she left the young troublemakers tied to a post while she punished Nicolas, confiscating several of his prized items and favorite games.

When they arrived at the workshop, they found an old man engrossed in studying a magical wand.

"Hey, Grandpa! I'm back. I brought a guest," Stephen said as he entered, announcing his arrival.

"Oh, hello, kid. Did you have fun at school this year? Your grandma was losing her mind when she heard you faced that thing. What was it called again?" Nicolas greeted his grandson cheerfully.

"The Bald Dark Lord, Grandpa," Stephen replied quickly, smirking as he deliberately got the name wrong.

"Haha! Great nickname!" Nicolas laughed heartily.

Harry was quite surprised. From Stephen's grandmother to Nicolas himself—even Stephen—they all showed neither fear nor respect toward the Dark Lord, only mockery. In the magical world, saying the Dark Lord's name made wizards tremble like newborn deer. The only other person, aside from the Flamel family, who didn't show fear when mentioning his name was Dumbledore.

"Grandpa, this is Harry. He's in Gryffindor. I rescued him from the clutches of his evil relatives," Stephen said, introducing Harry.

"Hel-hello, sir. It's an honor to meet you," Harry said quickly, nervous about standing before the greatest alchemist of all time.

"Hello, Harry, nice to meet you. So, another little lion—looks like we'll have fun, even without the twins. Speaking of them, where are they? I finally managed to analyze the wand we were discussing," Nicolas said, recalling the twins. Ever since he started teaching them and discovered their plans, he had taken great interest in their prank items.

The wand he referred to was one they had planned to create but was quite difficult to make. This wand, whenever it cast a spell, would also emit a pre-recorded sound and even produce lights around it. The best part? It didn't interfere with or weaken the actual spell.

"You managed to modify a wand, Grandpa? Show me!" Stephen said, hurrying closer. At this point, Harry, curious, also stepped forward.

"Watch," said Nicolas as he pulled out a wand that, upon taking it, transformed into a fully decorated rod, looking as if it belonged to a little girl, with small ribbons and a large, shining star at the tip.

"I think the decorations are a bit too feminine, Grandpa," said Stephen with a strange expression.

"Try it first and tell me how it feels," said Nicolas, handing the evidently feminine wand to Stephen.

"Well, let's see." As he took the wand, each time he moved it, the rod released small sparks, which surprised Stephen. "Wingardium Leviosa." With the spell, the wand tip shone, released even more sparks, and activated the spell on a tool on the table with a pium sound.

"Ugh, although it doesn't feel any different when casting a spell, I do feel a bit weird using this wand. Here, Harry, you try it," said Stephen quickly, handing the wand to Harry to test it.

Harry took the wand gently, with an expression of curiosity and slight discomfort, then cast the same spell: "Wingardium Leviosa." The wand produced the same effect, but this time with a cat's meowing sound, meow, which embarrassed Harry.

"And how does it feel? Any abnormalities?" Nicolas quickly asked.

"No, sir, but it does feel different from using my own wand," Harry quickly said as he returned the wand to the table.

"Well, that might be because you're not its owner," Stephen said immediately, as he himself had felt no discomfort. When he met Ollivander, they discovered that Stephen could use any wand without it rejecting him or making casting difficult. Even so, he rarely used his wand, as nothing had required it so far, not even during dueling competitions. After all, his Eldritch magic was more than enough.

It wasn't that he was unskilled with his wand—quite the opposite. Spells in this world had been so easy for Stephen to learn that he already knew all the ones required for every school year, including many lost spells or ones created by magical families. Obviously, those families—especially pure-blooded ones—would never allow Stephen to learn their magic. But with a little help from his magic portal before the Ministry gained the ability to detect him, he managed just fine.

So, he only used his wand in specific moments or in class. He could even cast some spells wandlessly and nonverbally. And with his bracelet, which functioned as a wand for Eldritch magic, he had little need for an actual wand.

While they were distracted, discussing the exaggerated wand his grandmother had created, Misty arrived to inform them that the twins were about to arrive.

Harry's attention was drawn back when the elf appeared at the door, without a wand or any similar object.

"Love at first sight, Harry?" Stephen teased, noticing Harry's interest in the little house-elf.

"Of course not! I just… find it odd since I don't see her using a wand or any object to cast magic. I even saw her use Eldritch magic, and you said it could only be used with the runes on our bracelets," Harry said quickly, showing the bracelet he and his friends had earned after enduring intense physical training.

"That's because house-elves don't need one, Harry. They can use magic just with their fingers," explained Nicolas from behind them.

"House-elf? What's that? And Eldritch magic too?" Harry asked in surprise.

"House-elves are magical creatures that, unfortunately, have to live serving a master. They are extremely obedient—if not, I wouldn't doubt that they could easily rule over us. As for Eldritch magic, Misty might be a bit special. She was still young when we brought her in, so even though she didn't fully understand her elf magic, she was able to easily learn Eldritch magic. I wouldn't be surprised if she were the strongest house-elf in all of Britain and even in many other countries," Stephen said cheerfully, as he had been the one to teach Misty her magic and perception of it.

"They have the power to rule over us?" Harry asked, a little frightened.

"Idiot, Misty is family," Stephen said, lightly knocking Harry on the head in mild irritation. "And house-elves wouldn't harm any wizard. It's like an instinct for them. In the past, they even tried using them as kamikaze bombs, but they preferred to die rather than hurt a wizard, especially an innocent one. I'm not saying there are no exceptions, but Misty is trustworthy," Stephen said, recalling Dobby, who had tried to harm Harry just to save him but then burned his hands with an iron.

"Though many families abuse this to mistreat their elves like slaves. No one can interfere because a magical pact is formed the moment they bond, and the only way to free them is for their master to give them a piece of clothing. That's why house-elves from other families usually wear tattered rags—it's the mark of slavery," Nicolas added.

"But your house-elf was wearing a maid's outfit," said Harry, recalling the beautiful pink maid uniform Misty wore, which even looked brand new.

Stephen and Nicolas exchanged glances and sighed. "Actually, we once tried to free Misty, but she panicked and started crying, thinking we no longer wanted her. So, we had to let her continue being a servant, but at least Perenelle convinced her to wear nice clothing as a sign that she is a house-elf of the highest class. And the only way she agreed was by using illusion magic on her clothes," Stephen explained, answering Harry's question.

"Illusion? But illusions aren't supposed to have tangibility. I saw her pull a suitcase out of her pocket," Harry said, astonished, recalling when Misty took him to his room.

"Cool, right? Even I struggle with that level of illusion. When illusion magic reaches such a high level, it can become real, Harry. And Misty is a master at it; since it helps her with chores, she can even multiply herself. By the way, house-elves can't use their magic to harm a wizard, but Misty can use Eldritch magic to hurt one. So be careful not to make her angry—you wouldn't want an army of Mistys attacking you in your sleep," Stephen said at the end, successfully scaring Harry.

"Don't listen to him. Misty is a good girl; she only uses Eldritch magic to capture Stephen when he misbehaves, on Perenelle's orders," Nicolas said, amused as he watched Harry tremble.

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