Chapter 388 This Is France

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Ai Wen didn't know what to say, this crimson nameplate was absolutely crazy, it actually wanted him to go thousands of feet deep into the sea, looking for a dead evil god.

He wouldn't do that, he didn't want to seek death yet.

Who knows if there are other monsters besides this dead evil god in the depths of the sea, not to mention the terrifying oppression from the endless abyss, just looking at the dementors that are constantly being produced in front of him, Aiwen fights I don't want to get close.

In particular, he hasn't researched to understand what this nameplate is. It's strange that there is no danger in the weird item left by the evil god created by the despicable Haierbo.

Don't let him help the other party absorb the essence of the dead evil god at that time, but in turn help the evil god on this nameplate to resurrect, the situation will be terrible.

As time passed, Aiwen's soul wandered alone in the depths of the ocean.

When he got tired of the huge octopus carcass in front of him, the crimson nameplate shone again, and he experienced the experience when he came here again.

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

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

The scene in front of him flashed quickly, and Aiwen, led by the nameplate, spun around the huge octopus carcass in the dark sea water, and then approached its head.

At the deepest point is a rock crevice, and Aiwen vaguely sees what seems to be a sunken city behind.

Before he could see clearly, everything became distorted.

When he woke up, Aiwen found that he was not in the gloomy and dark Azkaban.

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

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which smells a bit like strawberries.

A string of Mianyang-shaped wind chimes hangs by the window, jingling with the breeze.

The golden sunlight in the afternoon shines in through the windows decorated with exquisite patterns, exuding residual warmth.

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

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

Everything in front of him is too different from the dark style of Azkaban, which makes Aiwen feel unreal like entering a dream.

"This is France!" came Sirius' voice.

He came in from the living room outside and said happily, "Thank God you're finally awake."

"How long have I been in a coma?" Ivan asked.

"It's almost three days, and Dumbledore said that you have strange magic traces on your body, but there is nothing wrong with it. He doesn't think you need to wake it up forcibly." Sirius explained, "After the magic power on your body dissipates, it will naturally disappear. wake up."

Sirius pulled a chair and sat beside Ivan.

"What happened, what did you see?" he asked hastily.

"A horrible monster's corpse is in the seawater beneath Azkaban." Ivan sighed and said, "No accident, it's the evil god I told you before."

"It's that guy again?!" Sirius frowned, "How could they appear in Azkaban and hide in the depths of the sea?"

"It's not the two I saw before, this guy is a new evil god." Ivan said weakly, "But it's not important anymore, it's dead now, only one corpse is left there produce dementors outward."

Not surprisingly, Sirius was extremely shocked to hear that the dementors were born in this way.

Ivan waved his hand indifferently, no matter who it is, looking at that guy and the newly born dementor for so long day and night, he will feel numb like him.

"Okay, you should tell me now, why did we come to France?" Ivan asked, "Also, where did Dumbledore go?"

"Three days ago, after you passed out, we talked to that guy Peter Pettigrew and asked him all about the curse left by Voldemort." Sirius sighed and continued, "What did he Told us all, but Dumbledore didn't think the information he had had any meaning. Voldemort didn't seem to trust him, was just deceiving, and didn't tell him the real way to break the curse."

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

"That idiot Peter was like this before. He worshiped great power, but he couldn't even distinguish the simplest truth from falsehood. He was easily fooled by Voldemort in the palm of his hand and got nothing." Sirius said angrily, "It's really not worth it that James died because of his informant. I never thought that there would be such a stupid thing."

"Since it is impossible to know what spell this curse is." Aiwen looked at the circular snake ring on his right wrist again, "then the only way left is to restore the Sorcerer's Stone to its integrity, we should be investigating this .”

"That's right, Dumbledore already has a clue, and he is going to confirm it!" Sirius looked at Ivan, "Before that, he thought it was necessary to let his friends take a look at the Sorcerer's Stone, so we will first Came to France, looking for..."

"Alchemist Nicole Flamel!" Speaking of this, Ivan already knew everything, "He is the last master alchemist, the wizard who is recognized as the longest living wizard in the magic world, and the owner of the Sorcerer's Stone that exists in the world , Dumbledore's partner in alchemy."

Hearing Ai Wen say so many titles in one breath, Sirius was stunned for a moment, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "I knew it, I can't hide anything from you."

"Then did we find him?" Ivan asked hastily.

"I found it, Dumbledore brought us here." Sirius said, "We didn't have to go to France so hard. Nicole Lemay and his wife Perenal Lemay lived in seclusion in England, but in the year before last After they destroyed the Philosopher's Stone, they decided to spend the rest of their lives in their native France."

"So, we are in Nico's house now?" Ivan looked around, the decoration style of this room was too luxurious.

They don't seem to be in the home of a famous alchemist now, but rather in the manor of an ancient noble family or a pure-blood wizard.

"After Nicole Flamel returned to France, he has been living in his alma mater, and by the way, he has served as the school's potion and alchemy professor!" Sirius paused before continuing, "This is Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Magic .” (To be continued.)

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