Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 388: This is France

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Ivan does n’t know what to say. This dark red nameplate is absolutely crazy. He wanted him to go to the depths of thousands of feet to find a dead evil god(s).

He would n’t do that, he did n’t want to go to death.

Who knows whether there are other monsters in the depths of the sea besides this dead evil god(s), let ’s not talk about the horrible oppression from the endless abyss, just looking at the dementor(s) that is constantly generated in front of my eyes, Ivan will fight I don't want to get close.

Especially he has not studied to understand whether this nameplate is anything, evil god(s) left behind weird items created by Herpo the Foul, and it is strange to be without danger.

Do n’t help him absorb the essence of the dead evil god(s), but in turn help the evil god(s) on this nameplate to be resurrected, then the situation is terrible.

The time gradually passed, and the soul of Ivan's was floating alone in the depths of the ocean.

When he was bored with the huge octopus corpse in front of him, the crimson nameplate radiated again, and he experienced the experience when he came here again.

But this time, his soul is quickly returning to his body.

He can finally leave here and return to the real world.

The sight in front of me was passing by quickly. Ivan, under the traction of the nameplate, in the dark water, rotated around the huge octopus corpse, and then approached its head.

At the deepest point is a crack in the rock. Ivan faintly saw a sunken city behind.

Before he can see clearly, everything has become distorted.

When he woke up, Ivan found himself not in the gloomy Azkaban.

He is now lying in a luxurious, French classical style room, the mattress underneath is soft and comfortable, and the furnishings in the room have a noble and elegant aristocratic style.

There is a slight scent in the air, which smells like strawberry.

A series of Mianyang-shaped wind chimes hung by the window, and jingled with the breeze.

In the afternoon, the golden sunlight shining through the beautifully decorated windows radiated out the residual temperature.

The colorful magic hanging lights are constantly rotating, everything in front of you is full of warmth and dreams.

"Where am I, where is this place?" Ivan sat up and said in disbelief, "Am I dreaming?"

Everything in front of you and Azkaban's dark style are inevitably much different, giving Ivan an unreal feeling of entering a dream.

"This is France!" Sirius's voice passed.

He came in from the living room outside and said happily, "Thank goodness, you finally woke up."

"How long have I been comatose?" Ivan asked.

"It's almost three days. Dumbledore says you have strange signs of magic on your body, but there is no problem. He thinks you don't need to wake up forcibly." Sirius explained, "When the magic power in your body dissipates, it will naturally wake up. "

Sirius pulled a chair and sat beside Ivan.

"What the **** happened, what did you see?" he asked hurriedly.

"A scary monster corpse is in the water below Azkaban." Ivan sighed and said, "No surprise, it's the evil god(s) I told you before."

"Was that guy again ?!" Sirius frowned, "How could they appear in Azkaban, hiding in the depths of the sea."

"Not the two I saw before, this guy is a new evil god(s)." Ivan said weakly, "But this is not important anymore, it is dead now, only one body is left." Continuously produce dementor(s) outwards. "

When I heard that dementor(s) was born in this way, Sirius was not shocked.

Ivan waved carelessly. No matter who it was, watching that guy and the newly born dementor(s) for so long, day and night, would feel numb like him.

"Okay, you should tell me now, why are we here in France?" Ivan asked, "Also, where did Dumbledore go?"

"Three days ago, after you fainted, we talked to the guy at Pettigrew Peter and asked him about everything about the curse of Voldemort left behind." Sirius sighed and continued, "He told everything We, but Dumbledore believes that the information he possesses has no meaning. Voldemort does not seem to trust him, just deceiving, and does not tell him the real way to crack the curse. "

He looked extremely dissatisfied and threw his fist hard in the air.

"The stupid Peter used to be like this. He admired the powerful power, but he couldn't even recognize the simplest true and false. He was easily fooled by Voldemort between his palms and got nothing." Sirius angrily Say, "James actually died because of his whistleblowing. This is really not worth it. I never thought there would be such a stupid thing."

"Since there is no way to know the specific spell of this curse." Ivan looked at the round snake ring on his right wrist again. "Then there is only one way to restore the Philosopher's Stone to the full. We should be investigating this. Right. "

"Yes, Dumbledore already has a clue, he is going to confirm!" Sirius looked at Ivan, "Before that, he thought it was necessary for his friends to take a look at this piece of Philosopher's Stone, so we came first France, looking for ... "

"Alchemist Nicolas · Flamel!" said here, Ivan is already known, "He is the last alchemy master, magic circle is recognized as the longest lived wizard(s), in the world Philosopher's Stone owner, Dumbledore on alchemy Partner. "

I heard Ivan said so many titles in one breath, Sirius was stunned, and a bit of wry smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, "I know, nothing can hide you."

"Then have we found him?" Ivan hurriedly asked.

"Found it, Dumbledore brought us here." Sirius said, "We did n’t have to come to France so hard, Nicolas · Flamel and his wife Perenelle · Flamel lived in seclusion in the UK, but after they destroyed Philosopher's Stone the previous year, He decided to spend the rest of his life returning to his native France to spend. "

"So, are we in the Nicolas home now?" Ivan looks around, and the decor of this room is too luxurious.

They do not seem to be in the famous Alchemist home now, but rather in an ancient noble family or a pure blood wizard's manor.

"Nicolas · Flamel has lived in his alma mater since returning to France, and by the way served as the school's Potions and alchemy class professor!" Sirius paused before continuing, "This is Beauxbatons Academy of Magic." (Unfinished to be continued. )