Chapter 600

However, this thing is a good item for farming Saint Father value.

Darren returned to Nicolas Flamel's side with a troubled look.

"What's wrong? Did you run into that arrogant girl again?

If you ask me, Darren, you aren't suited for that kind of girl; if you're willing, I can choose a French beauty for you!"

Nicolas Flamel joked.

Darren's face immediately turned bright red.

He quickly said: "No, no need, I…"

His stuttering appearance made Nicolas Flamel laugh.

He wanted to introduce French girls to Darren even more.

But before he could speak, he began to cough loudly.

Without taking the Philosopher's Stone, their bodies were starting to get worse and worse.

"Gigi, come quickly!"

Darren called the Flamel family's house-elf.

Although the name was a bit strange, it was very virtuous.

"Old master and young master, do you have any orders?"

Gigi said loudly.

A happy smile hung on its face.

"It's nothing… it's Darren who is nervous; how could I have anything wrong? You should go back!"

Nicolas Flamel said helplessly.

He was just coughing, nothing else.

This child is just too worried about his health.

He thought with some pride.

"It's like this, old master, Mr. Dumbledore is waiting in the living room; are you and young master Darren going back?"

Gigi said respectfully.

"Albus? What is he doing here? What a pity."

Nicolas Flamel looked at his fishing rod.

He had originally wanted to get one of these fish for Darren!

This kind of fish tastes excellent.

But it is very hard to get.

Because they are very smart and very sensitive to magic; as soon as they feel magic, they slip away.

You can only use a Muggle fishing rod to catch them.

He had been guarding here for a long time, originally thinking he could catch one, but unfortunately…

"Sigh, bad luck!"