Chapter 137

"Nicolas, he is Galileo, I can feel it... he is Galileo, he must be Galileo's reincarnation... he is called Darren now..."

Perenelle said sobbing.

More than six hundred years ago.

She had a little uncle.

The little uncle raised her with his own hands.

She had always treated the little uncle as a father.

But just when she was doing experiments, the little uncle got involved in a war.

He died blocking an arrow for someone.

He thought that for a wizard, this little injury wouldn't count for much.

But he was almost shot into a hedgehog.

The moment Perenelle saw Galileo's body, she couldn't accept that her kind little uncle would die.

Nor could she accept the death of Galileo, whom she treated as a father.

At that time, she fanatically researched methods of resurrection.

The idea of the Sorcerer's Stone was something she and Nicolas Flamel came up with together.

It was just that at that time, she was thinking of resurrecting the little uncle.

Who knew the Sorcerer's Stone didn't have that function at all; it only made people live forever.

Perenelle collapsed once.

Fortunately, she was pregnant, and only then did she slowly survive.

For so many years, Nicolas Flamel thought his wife must have let go of Galileo's death.

Who knew she would actually hug Darren and call him Galileo.

Even feeling that Darren was Galileo's reincarnation.

"Perenelle, you are being unfair to Darren, he won't be anyone's reincarnation...

He is just himself, think about it, he will be our heir, you call him Galileo, what will others think if they hear it?"

Nicolas Flamel pulled his wife to the side, he looked at the Auror who was treating Darren, feeling that he needed to try hard to reason with his wife.

But Perenelle didn't pay attention to him at all.

She said with certainty: "I understand all this, but I can tell you 100% that Darren is Galileo's reincarnation.

Although he has forgotten now, I can raise him again, if you want to treat Darren as an heir, then do so.

If you don't want to treat Darren as an heir, then you treat him as my uncle, you choose yourself!"

"Your uncle?!"

Nicolas Flamel was almost driven crazy.

He didn't want to be hundreds of years old and treat a little brat as an uncle!

In order not to confuse the seniority, Nicolas Flamel took Perenelle to do a lot of ideological work.

However, Perenelle didn't listen at all.

She only wanted to return to the little uncle's side now.

Just when Nicolas Flamel thought he was really going to have an extra uncle, he blurted out: "Fine, you can call him little uncle, then people will definitely laugh at him for being called uncle by two six-hundred-year-old old man and old woman.

Maybe they will even think he is deep-hearted, deliberately calculating against us.

You didn't save him once, you wouldn't want to force him to be drowned by those rumors, would you?"

This sentence made Perenelle freeze.

Nicolas Flamel saw there was a chance, and he hurriedly continued: "And even if he is Galileo's reincarnation, he doesn't know who he is now, you wouldn't want him to feel like a substitute, would you?

You wouldn't want the little uncle's reincarnation to be exhausted by you, would you? He just saved you, you wouldn't be so senile to forget that, would you?

Look at the blood on that child, Perenelle, it was Darren who saved you, not Galileo who saved you.

Promise me, at least don't treat him as someone else in front of a child again!"

Nicolas Flamel said somewhat exhaustedly.

Perenelle opened her mouth, she seemed to have suddenly figured something out.

"Have you figured it out?"

Nicolas Flamel asked with a sigh of relief.

Perenelle nodded vigorously.

"I understand what you mean, you're right, after reincarnation, they are already two people.

My wish once was to be Galileo's mother in the next life and take care of him, now it's the same.

I can distinguish between Darren and Galileo, I was just too happy before.

Also, now that Galileo-Darren is back, I want to take good care of him, I want to watch him get married and have children... I finally waited..."

Perenelle fantasized excitedly.

Nicolas Flamel: "..."

This is called understanding?

It feels even weirder.

But at least Darren's seniority was changed.

At least he didn't have to call Darren 'little uncle' all day long.

At six hundred years old, if he had to call a little brat 'little uncle', he felt he would want to end his life tomorrow!

However, this was also a good thing.

His idea of wanting Darren to be his heir was strong, but this was actually just his own idea.

Perenelle initially just wanted him to hand over all his knowledge and then die with her as soon as possible.

Now she accepted Darren, perhaps she was willing to live longer with him?

He was not willing to go on a great adventure so early.

Especially after seeing Darren, he still wanted to cultivate Darren and see what height he could reach.

He also wanted to bring children for his heir.

He was actually only six hundred years old.

The older you get, the more you yearn for family affection.

In the past, he had never thought this way with the children of the real Flamel family.

Those children each had their own ambitions and were kicked out of the house early to stand on their own.

Only Darren made him have such thoughts.

He thought with a burning heart.

He turned his head to look at Darren.

The more he looked, the more he liked him.

Sure enough, Darren was fated to be with him and Perenelle.

Of course, it would be even better if he hadn't let Perenelle think he was her little uncle.

Watching Perenelle tenderly wipe the blood splattered on Darren’s face, Nicolas Flamel curled his lip.

Hmph, she really treats him like a son!

She has never been that good to him!

He grumbled silently.

Then he saw Darren flash a sweet, obedient smile at Perenelle.

Nicolas Flamel curled his lip again.

Just a moment ago, Perenelle had you act as her little uncle, mistaking you for someone else!

What are you grinning about!

He is the one who is this brat’s teacher, right?

This street-shattering incident was ruled as self-defense by the Ministry of Magic.

If it were anyone else, the Ministry would certainly have arrested them for excessive force, locked them up for a period of time, and fined them.

But Nicolas Flamel’s fame was too great.

Even the Ministry of Magic was unwilling to provoke him.

Upon learning that Nicolas Flamel had not shattered the street on purpose, they respectfully sent him away.

However, for the sake of safety, they still suggested that Nicolas Flamel return to France as soon as possible.

Until they investigated the truth of the matter, it was best for Nicolas Flamel to stay in his own country.

If Nicolas Flamel were to die here, they would be in big trouble.