Harry Potter with Technology System

Ch160- Accepting the Internship

Harry contemplated Flamel's offer as he carefully placed the envelope on his desk, deciding not to hide it away just yet. The rest of the evening was spent in the company of Aunt Petunia, sharing a pleasant dinner where Harry regaled her with carefully edited tales of his Hogwarts adventures, leaving out the more dangerous parts. Misty and Crookshanks, though ever-watchful, seemed to relax as the evening wore on, sensing no immediate threat.

The next morning, Harry woke to the sound of Misty bustling around, preparing breakfast. Crookshanks lounged lazily at the foot of his bed, offering a half-hearted meow in greeting. Harry's thoughts, however, were on the envelope from Flamel. As he dressed, he pondered his next steps, deciding to confront the situation head-on.

"Going to open that envelope today?" Nigel prodded, breaking the silence of the morning.

"Yes, I think it's time I see what Flamel has to offer," Harry replied, his voice steady. Picking up the envelope, he broke the seal and unfolded the letter inside. It read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

Given your unique talents and the curiosity you've shown towards the broader aspects of magic, I am extending you an offer to join me this summer for an internship. This will not only allow you to delve deeper into the mysteries of alchemy but also provide a platform for mutual exchange of knowledge. I believe you have much to offer, and perhaps, much to learn. Should you accept, arrangements have been made for your safe travel to my residence.

Yours sincerely,

Nicolas Flamel

Harry read the letter twice, absorbing the implications. "Well, it seems like an opportunity," he murmured, more to himself than to Nigel.

"Or a beautifully gilded cage," Nigel countered. "But then, who wouldn't want to learn from the master alchemist himself? Just think of the potions! The elixirs! The potential for explosive accidents!"

"Always looking on the bright side, aren't you, Nigel?" Harry couldn't suppress a smile. "But you're right. This could be a chance to learn things I'd never get to at Hogwarts. And maybe, just maybe, understand more about the Stone."

"Off to learn the secrets of the universe, then?" Nigel's voice was tinged with mock grandeur.

"Or at least a small part of it," Harry responded, his gaze still fixed on the sky where Hedwig had vanished. "With a bit of luck, I'll come back with all my eyebrows intact."

"And if not, I hear the 'singed-off' look is quite the fashion among alchemists," Nigel quipped.

Harry shook his head, laughter bubbling up. "With you around, I'm sure it'll be an interesting summer, Nigel."

Leaving his room, Harry descended the stairs to find Aunt Petunia and Misty collaborating in the kitchen, the aroma of breakfast filling the air. Approaching them with a smile, he greeted, "Good morning." The warmth in his voice reflected the newfound harmony within the household.

Petunia, turning towards him with a smile that had become more frequent, replied, "Good morning, Harry. Sleep well?" Her concern was genuine, a change that Harry appreciated deeply.

"Like a log," he responded, taking a seat at the kitchen table where Crookshanks had already claimed a sunny spot, watching the proceedings with lazy interest.

Misty, bustling around with an efficiency that only a house-elf could muster, chirped, "Misty has prepared Master Harry's favorite for breakfast!" The sight of pancakes piled high on a plate brought a grin to Harry's face, a simple pleasure that never failed to start his day right.

As they settled into a comfortable routine, the conversation flowed effortlessly, ranging from plans for the day to light-hearted anecdotes. It was during these moments that Harry truly felt at home, a sentiment he hadn't known for much of his life.

After breakfast, Harry excused himself, citing the need to respond to some correspondence. In reality, he sought a quiet moment to reflect on Nicolas Flamel's offer and its implications. Nigel, ever ready with a comment, couldn't resist saying, "Correspondence? What are you now, a minister? Or perhaps planning to revive the lost art of letter writing?"

Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he replied, "Something like that. I've got a letter to write, believe it or not." Retrieving quill and parchment from his room, he penned his acceptance to Flamel, a decision that carried both weight and excitement.

Walking towards Hedwig, Harry held out the letter to Mr. Flamel. "Can you take this to Mr. Flamel, Hedwig?" he asked gently. Hedwig's eyes sparkled with the mischievous gleam of a young girl plotting her next adventure. "Easy. Hopefully, he will have some snacks. I heard old people carry snacks in their pockets."

Harry couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head at Hedwig's ever-optimistic view on snacks. "Well, considering he's over six hundred years old, he's probably got a whole pantry in his pockets just for you."

Satisfied with Harry's assurance, Hedwig took off with an air of importance, the letter securely in her beak. Harry watched her disappear into the morning sky, feeling a blend of anticipation and nervousness about the upcoming summer.

After Hedwig flew out of the window, Harry walked downstairs to help Petunia in her unique greenhouse. Despite seeing it during the Christmas holidays, Harry couldn't help but be amazed by what Petunia had created. The blend of muggle technology with a touch of magical influence, despite the absence of actual muggle appliances, presented an innovative approach to gardening that intrigued Harry. The concept behind it was purely muggle science, yet the results were nothing short of magical.

As he stepped into the greenhouse, Harry was greeted by an array of plants thriving under specialized lighting. Petunia had explained that the lights were designed to mimic natural sunlight, providing the plants with the necessary spectrum of light for photosynthesis. This concept, while simple in the muggle world, was revolutionary when applied with a magical twist. The soil beneath each plant was another aspect of Petunia's project that fascinated Harry. She had meticulously researched the optimal pH levels for each type of plant, adjusting the soil composition to ensure each one received the ideal balance of nutrients.

"What's really interesting," Petunia began, noticing Harry's keen interest, "is how certain plants respond to slight changes in their environment. For example, adjusting the nitrogen levels in the soil can significantly affect the growth rate and health of the plants."

Harry nodded, drawing parallels between Petunia's methods and the magical plant care techniques he'd learned at Hogwarts. "It's similar to caring for magical plants, in a way. Each plant has its unique requirements and responds differently to magical and non-magical care."

Petunia smiled, pleased by the comparison. "Exactly. It's all about understanding and respecting nature, whether you're using magic or science."

Harry spent the next few days immersed in the simple routines of life away from Hogwarts, magic, and any thoughts of Nicolas Flamel and his impending internship. He found himself engaged in various activities around the house, each one a pleasant diversion from the usual magical escapades. Helping Aunt Petunia in her innovative garden became a daily ritual, where he marveled at her blend of Muggle ingenuity and the subtle hints of magic that seemed to make the plants thrive beyond what was ordinarily possible.

Cooking alongside Misty offered another kind of satisfaction, as they experimented with recipes that ranged from traditional English fare to more exotic dishes Misty had learned about in her own unique way. Harry found joy in these moments, appreciating the house-elf's culinary skills and her eagerness to please, which always seemed to bring a warm atmosphere to the kitchen.

Playing with Crookshanks was a welcome distraction, too. The cat, with its half-Kneazle intelligence and penchant for mischief, provided endless entertainment and companionship, often leading Harry on merry chases around the garden or through the house with its clever antics.

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