Chapter 364 The Little Girl Selling Source Castle Visit Tickets

In a room of the Duel Bar, Peverell was sitting at the table.

At this time, the outside of the bar was filled with cheers and it was a sea of ​​joy.

Countless fans are celebrating the birth of the youngest duel champion in history, and a large number of new and ten-year-old fans show up uninvited.

But none of this has anything to do with Peverell.

Before the game, many people inquired about the residence of this finalist and expressed support for him.

It's a pity that no one cares about him now.

And if Peverell hadn't shown great strength on the field, some gamblers who had lost and wanted to go to the Muggle world to find a 100-meter-high building would have probably come to his door.

After all, although Peverell won the runner-up, the duel competition never pays attention to the runner-up.

Only the champion will get everyone's attention and praise.

Who will remember the losers? Losers are quickly forgotten. (Except Yue Lun)

But Peverell didn't seem to care, and was even in an unprecedented good mood.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the guest room door.

"Please come in," Peverell said gently.

The door to the room opened with a creak, but there was no one outside.

A gust of wind blew through the closed corridor, the door suddenly closed, and someone was standing behind the door.

Harley looked up and down at her opponent in the duel.

At this time, he had changed into a brand new white shirt and black trousers, and put on a brand new wizard robe, without any wrinkles on the clothes.

The room where Peverell lived was also very clean. Even the damaged or dirty clothes were neatly folded and various items were placed in an orderly manner.

Overall, this room is not as chaotic as many single wizards' rooms, but rather leaves an impression of order to visitors.

Peverell was sitting upright at the table, with a pot of hot tea and two cups on hand.

"Good evening, Miss Harry Potter." After seeing Harry, Peverell stood up politely and bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry to invite you so late. Please sit here. Would you like a cup of black tea?"

"There's nothing to be sorry for. After all, I also have information I want to know." After Harley sat down, she looked at Peverell with interest.

"There's no need for black tea, let's talk about business directly. Why did you suddenly invite me to get together?"

"Oh, let me introduce myself first." Peverell suddenly had a wand in his hand.

Harry almost subconsciously pulled out his wand and pointed it at the mysterious young man.

At the same time, her figure disappeared from the chair, and when she reappeared, she was already standing at the door of the room, and could escape from the room at any time.

"Sorry, I seem to have misunderstood you." Peverley immediately apologized and put the wand on the table.

He himself took two steps back and straightly opened his arms, making his whole body look like a cross, thus proving that he had no desire to attack.

"I just want you to examine this wand to prove my identity, Miss Harry Potter."

However, Harley did not completely relax her vigilance because of the other party's words and actions.

After all, what she is using now is a clone formed by a surrogate wand. Each wand is a precious treasure that can withstand a fatal attack for an angel on earth.

For these extremely valuable treasures, Harry naturally saves as much as he can.

After briefly checking the wand in the air, Harley slowly raised her head:

"It's a very interesting wand, and you can show it to me...is it the Elder Wand in the Deathly Hallows?"

"No, I don't remember that the Elder Wand will be engraved with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows on its body. At least this detail has not been mentioned in the countless documents describing the Elder Wand."

"Is this a replica of the Elder Wand?"

"Yes, you have good eyesight." Peverell nodded, "Please allow me to formally introduce myself again."

"My real name is not worth mentioning. It has not been used for so long that I have even forgotten it."

"But now I serve as the leader of the Saints organization, and I will temporarily use the name inherited from the leader of our organization-Beedel Peverell."

"Saints looking for the Deathly Hallows?"

Harry repeated softly, looking away from the wand that contained the aura of death.

If I remember correctly... the mysterious being who originally approached Voldemort to deal with him seemed to be the leader of the Saints organization?

Why is he looking for me now? Want to directly murder yourself? But there are no traps set up here, so I'm afraid I won't be able to trap myself.

Or... is it that the Saints are split, with different supporters on both sides, and now this Peverell wants to join forces with him to kill Voldemort and his competitors?

Or are the Saints looking to hedge their bets? But this does them no good.

Harry was puzzled by this, looking at Peverell with emotionless eyes, but the several spells on his body could be activated at any time.

"It seems you know a lot of information. At least you didn't confuse us with Grindelwald's Wiccan Party."

Peverell made a little joke,

"Okay, let's get back to the point. I invited you here tonight just to tell you some information that is related to your life."

"Your British Dark Lord Voldemort, who has just been resurrected, is plotting a murderous plot against you."

A question flashed in Harley's mind, and she held her breath slightly.

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When this clone returned to its original form, Harley was completely confused.

This Peverell seemed to be unselfconscious and unusually sincere.

He even told himself that he had gone to Voldemort and asked to join forces with Voldemort to deal with him.

There's something not quite right about this plot. Was Voldemort betrayed so casually?

Harley felt that there must be a demon when something went wrong, especially since this Peverell knew that he had the invisibility cloak in the Deathly Hallows.

As a saint, he has been following the traces of this treasure, but he did not mention it at all in tonight's conversation.

This made Harley increasingly wary of it.

However, apart from telling Harley what she already knew, Peverell made no other requests at all, nor did he ask Harley to make any promises.

So Harley doesn't have any good countermeasures now, so she can only take more precautions in her daily actions.

In the next few days, Harry and Fleur began to travel around Europe.

Anyway, Professor Dumbledore will have to wait until around July 20th to go to France and take Harry to a place he said was a good place.

Of course, Harley couldn't waste this wonderful time.

Professor Flitwick was originally planning to follow them all the way and monitor the two young wizards.

But Harley dismissed his idea.

Just kidding, Fleur is an adult wizard anyway, and she is the new champion of the duel competition.

Who doesn't have the guts to dare to come here and provoke me?

After careful consideration, Professor Flitwick felt that it made sense, so he happily chose to travel by himself.

He had long wanted to go and have a drink with his old friends in Europe.

After all, it is not safe to drink so unscrupulously in British pubs.

If you drink until you pass out, you are likely to encounter traditional British virtues, and you may even feel a sore butt when you wake up the next day.

During these days when no one was bothering them, Harry and Fleur were having fun. The two of them have a full seven days of free time, and they haven't even taken a day off yet!

Obviously Spain and France border, but the two of them did not return directly.

After visiting a series of famous attractions such as the Royal Palace of Madrid and Puerta del Sol in Spain according to the latest itinerary, the two Apparated all the way to Portugal that afternoon to visit the place where the explorers of the Muggle Age of Discovery set sail.

Then at Fleur's request, Harley once again used the "Curse Transformation·Pseudo" used in the second event of the Six Wizard Tournament and turned into a golden mermaid.

That night, the two crossed the Mediterranean and landed on the beach closest to the Italian capital Rome, leaving many legends for night fishermen in the Mediterranean.

Of course, with Fleur's physical strength, she couldn't sustain it after swimming less than a third of the distance, and she strongly asked Harry to carry her on his back to swim the remaining distance.

Harley protested seriously. I regard you as my best friend, but you actually want to hit someone with the ball and suffocate me?

Damn it, if you hadn't been holding my hand and knowing the secret of my dishonest sleep at night, I, the angel on earth and the witch of disaster, would never have given in!

Although Italy also borders France, seeing how the two of them had only been together for three days, how could they just give up?

So after tasting Italian pizza and pasta, I quietly influenced the chef to make a pineapple pizza against tradition.

The two left Italy contented and changed direction again.

One day they were enjoying music in Vienna, Austria, and the next day they went to taste beer and sausages in a pub in Munich, Germany.

Finally, Harry and Fleur passed through the Netherlands and Belgium and returned to France with Dutch tulips and Belgian chocolates.

"This seven-day journey has been really fun." After arriving in France safely, Furong still looked like she was still unsatisfied.

"The only pity is that the time is too short. I feel like these seven days have passed by in a flash."

"Also, these seven days have been really tiring. I was disturbed by someone every day and couldn't rest well."

"Come on, who asked you to sneak up on me before the game?" Harley gave Fleur a head-banging backhand.

"This is just a small revenge, and I have shown mercy."

Although she still maintains the physical appearance of a fifteen-year-old, Furong is already eighteen years old.

But in front of Harry, Fleur was still not tall enough.

This is the confidence that the witch brings to herself!

"Damn it!" Fleur rubbed her head and glared at Harry angrily, "Looks like I need to sneak attack you hard next time."

"Don't be so talkative, I don't know who has been defeated repeatedly in these seven days." Harley took out a pocket watch from her pocket.

After the previous mechanical watch had been with me for four years, it probably had some minor problems because it was often eroded by magic power.

As a last resort, while passing through Italy, Harley could only "borrow" a precious pocket watch made by a master from the leader of a certain Muggle mafia family.

At the same time, Harry also got some interesting Muggle items - two Mies & Wesson M500 revolvers.

This kind of pistol is a high-end product. It is said to be the most powerful pistol in the world that can be mass-produced. It can kill a strong rhinoceros with one shot.

Harley was particularly satisfied with the power of this gun, and planned to send a clone directly to the firearms company to purchase several such revolvers and enough bullets.

If given the chance, Harley would even want to modify it in alchemy and test her own learning results.

"It's only nine forty-five in the morning." Harry opened his pocket watch and took a look, "Professor Dumbledore won't be here until two in the afternoon."

"We can hang out for more than four hours and go to the Muggle Silver Tower restaurant for lunch."

"Speaking of which, is there anything worth visiting in Paris? Except for those famous attractions, you have already taken me there."

"How about going to the Saint-Ouen Flea Market?" Fleur thought for a while and suggested seriously,

"There are a lot of Muggle items for sale, and the items for sale are very interesting."

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Fifteen minutes later, Harry and Fleur appeared in the Muggle world's largest art and antique market.

It was exactly ten o'clock at this time, and the shops in the Saint-Ouen flea market began their daily transactions.

There are many people on the street, and many Muggles take advantage of their weekend break to come here to hunt for treasures, preparing to add some antique-like decorations to their homes.

Harry and Fleur had already changed into T-shirts and jeans in advance, with sun protection clothing on top.

This youthful and beautiful dress attracted a lot of attention, and soon several young men and women came to strike up a conversation, but Furong skillfully rejected them one by one.

"Very French romantic." Harry teased Fleur in a low voice, and then Fleur pinched her cheek fiercely.

After buying a large number of sculptures, oil paintings, hookahs and masks with unique ethnic characteristics as souvenirs for their friends, the two of them unknowingly wandered into the middle of the market.

Suddenly, Harley noticed something and stopped subconsciously.

Her eyes turned to the door of a small shop, where there was a little black-haired girl about six years old.

Perhaps based on the family education she received since she was a child, she was sitting in front of a table filled with toys for young children.

But Harry's focus was not on this, but on the little girl's small hands on the table.

At this time, the little girl was holding a silver sign in her hand. It was not big, with a silver chain tied to it and various patterns engraved on it.

And deep inside the brand, there was a vague aura that felt familiar to Harley.

Harry had encountered this aura outside the City of Disaster.

It is the aura of Origin Castle.

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(ps. The Smith & Wesson M500 revolver was invented in 2003. It is mentioned in advance here for the needs of the subsequent plot. In short, it does not hurt.) (End of this chapter)