Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

391. Chapter 389 is here France

    Ivan didn't know what to say. The crimson nameplate was absolutely crazy. He wanted him to go thousands of feet deep in the sea and look for a dead evil god.

    He won't do it this way, he still doesn't want to go to death.

    Who knows that in addition to this dead evil god, there are no other monsters in the depths of the sea, let alone the horrible oppression from the endless abyss, just looking at the dementor that is constantly coming from the eye, Ivan does not want to near.

    In particular, he has not yet studied to understand that this nameplate is anything, and the evil god left behind created by Herpo the Foul is a strange thing. No danger is a strange thing.

    Don't let him help the other person absorb the essence of the dead evil god, but in turn help the evil god on the nameplate to resurrect, the situation is terrible.

    As time passed, Ivan's soul floated alone in the depths of the ocean.

    When he was bored with the huge octopus in front of him, the crimson nameplate re-emerged, and he once again experienced the experience when he came here.

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

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

    The scene in front of him swiftly passed, and Ivan, under the traction of the nameplate, swung around the huge octopus in the dark water and then approached its head.

    In the deepest part is a rocky gap, and Ivan faintly sees a seemingly sunken city.

    Not waiting for him to see clearly, everything has become distorted.

    When I woke up, Ivan found himself not in the dark and dark Azkaban.

    He is now lying in a luxurious, French-style room, the mattress underneath is soft and comfortable, and the room is decorated with noble and elegant aristocratic style.

    There is a faint scent in the air that smells like a strawberry.

    A string of Mianyang-shaped wind chimes hangs by the window, and the breeze sounds like a breeze.

    In the afternoon, the golden sunlight shines through the beautifully carved windows, and the outside temperature is radiated.

    The colored magic hanging lights are constantly rotating, and everything is full of warmth and dreams.

    "Where am I, where is this place?"Ivan sat up and couldn't believe it. "Is it a dream?"

    Everything in front of you and Azkaban's dark style are too much difference, so Ivan has an unreal feeling into the dream.

    "This is France!"The sound of Sirius' came over.

    He walked in from the outside living room and said with delight, "Thank God, you finally woke up."

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

    "It’s almost three days. Dumbledore said that you have strange magical traces on your body, but there is no problem. He doesn't think there is a need to forcibly wake up."Sirius explained, “When the magic power in your body dissipates, you will naturally wake up.”

    Sirius pulled a chair and sat next to Ivan.

    "What happened in the end, what did you see?"He hurriedly asked.

    "A horrible monster body, just in the sea beneath Azkaban."Ivan sighed and said, "No accident, that is the evil god I told you before."

    "Is that guy again?!"Sirius frowned. "How could they appear in Azkaban, actually hidden deep in the sea."

    "Not the two I saw before, this guy is a new evil god."Ivan said weakly, "But this is no longer important. It is dead now, leaving only one body to continue producing dementor there."

    I heard that the dementor was born, and Sirius was shocked by accident.

    Ivan didn't care to wave his hand. No matter who it was, watching the guy and the dementor that had just been born for so long, he would feel numb like him.

    "Well, you should tell me now, why are we coming to France?"Ivan asked, "And where did Dumbledore go?"

    "Three days ago, after you fainted, we talked to Peter Pettigrew and asked him all about the curse of Voldemort left behind."Sirius sighed and continued. "He told us everything, but Dumbledore thought that the information he had had no meaning. Voldemort didn't seem to trust him, just cheating, and didn't tell him the real way to crack the curse. ”

    He looked extremely dissatisfied and slammed his fist in the air.

    "Peter's idiot used to be like this. He admired powerful power, but he couldn't recognize even the simplest truth. He was easily fooled by Voldemort between the palms and got nothing."Sirius said with resentment, "James actually died because of his whistle. This is really not worth it. I never thought about such a stupid thing."

    "Since I don't know what the spell is, it's a spell."Ivan looked at the circular snake ring on his right wrist. "There is only one way to restore Philosopher's Stone. We should be investigating this."

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

    "Alchemist Nicolas · Flamel!"Ivan has all said this, "He is the last master of alchemy, the magic circle is recognized as the longest wizard, the owner of Philosopher's Stone in the world, and Dumbledore's partner in alchemy."

    Ivan heard that Ivan had said so many titles, Sirius groaned, and there was a bitter smile on his lips. "I know that nothing can hold you."

    "Then we found him?"Ivan hurriedly asked.

    "Found, Dumbledore brought us."Sirius said, “We didn’t have to work so hard in France, Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenelle Flamel lived in the UK, but after destroying Philosopher's Stone the year before, they decided to return the rest of their lives to their hometown of France. Spend."

    "So, are we in Nicolas's home now?"Ivan looked around and the decor of this room was too luxurious.

    They are not now in the famous Alchemist home, but rather like an ancient aristocratic family or pure blood wizard's manor.

    “Nicolas Flamel has lived in his alma mater since returning to France. By the way, he is a professor of Potions and alchemy classes at the school!”Sirius paused for a moment before continuing. "This is the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."