Vol 2 Chapter 388: Here is France

Ai Wen didn't know what to say. This crimson nameplate was absolutely crazy. He wanted him to go thousands of feet deep in the sea and look for a dead god.
He won't do it this way, he 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’s not say the horrible oppression from the endless abyss. Just look at the dementors that are constantly coming from the eye. I don’t want to be close.
In particular, he has not yet studied to understand what the nameplate is. It is a strange thing that the despicable Haierbo created the evil spirits left by the evil spirits.
Don't let him help the other person absorb the essence of the dead evil god, but in turn help the resurrection of the evil spirit on the nameplate, the situation can be terrible.
As time passed, the soul of Ai Wen was solitary 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 Ai Wen, 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 rock gap, and Evan faintly sees a seemingly sunken city.
Not waiting for him to see clearly, everything has become distorted.
When I woke up, Ai Wen found herself 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?" Ai Wen 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 that Ai Wen has an unreal feeling into the dream.
"This is France!" The voice 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?" asked Ai Wen.
"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 no need to forcibly wake up.
Sirius explained,
When the magical powers in your body dissipate, it will naturally wake up."
Sirius pulled a chair and sat next to Ai Wen.
"What happened in the end, what did you see?" he hurriedly asked.
"A horrible monster corpse is in the sea beneath Azkaban." Ai Wen sighed and said, "No accident, the evil spirit I told you before."
"Is that guy again?!" Sirius frowned. "How could they appear in Azkaban? It is hidden deep in the sea."
"Not the two that I saw before. This guy is a new evil spirit." Ai Wen said weakly. "But this is no longer important. It is dead now, only one body remains there. Produce dementors outwards."
It was born that the dementors were born, and Sirius was shocked by accident.
Ivan did not care to wave his hand, no matter who it was, watching the guy and the dementor that had just been born, day and night, 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 the little dwarf Peter and asked him all about the curse left by Voldemort." Sirius sighed and continued, "What is he?" They all told us, but Dumbledore thought that the information he had had no meaning. Voldemort did not seem to trust him, but he was deceiving and did not tell him the real way to crack the curse."
He looked extremely dissatisfied and forced his fist in the air.
"Peter's idiot used to be like this. He worships powerful power, but even the simplest true and false can't recognize it. He is easily fooled by Voldemort in the palm of his hand, and nothing is obtained." Sirius said with resentment. "James actually died because of his whistle. It's really not worth it. I never thought it would be such a stupid thing."
"Since I can't know exactly what the curse is." Ai Wen looked at the circular snake ring on his right wrist. "There is only one way to restore the magic stone. We should investigate this." ""
"Yes, Dumbledore has a clue, he is going to confirm!" Sirius looked at Ai Wen. "Before that, he thought it was necessary for his friends to take a look at this magic stone, so we will first Came to France and look for"
"Alchemy Niko Leme!" said here, Ivan has all known, "He is the last master of alchemy, the magical world recognized the longest working wizard, the owner of the magic stone that exists in the world. Dumbledore's partner in alchemy."
I heard that Ai Wen said so many titles in a single breath, Sirius was stunned, and there was a bitter smile on his lips. "I know that nothing can hold you."
"Then we found him?" Ai Wen hurriedly asked.
"Found, Dumbledore brought us." Sirius said, "We didn't have to work so hard in France, Niko Leme and his wife Perenal Leme lived in the UK, but in the year before. After destroying the Sorcerer's Stone, they decided to spend the rest of their lives in their hometown of France."
"So, we are now in the home of Nicole?" Ai Wen looked around, the decoration style of this room is too luxurious.
They are not now in the famous alchemist's home, but instead they are like an old aristocratic family or a pure-blooded wizard's manor.
"Nike Lemme has been living in his alma mater since returning to France. By the way, he is a professor of potions and alchemy at the school!" Sirius paused and continued, "This is the Booth Barton School of Magic." "(To be continued.)