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Chapter 81 Tickets Smelling of Sulfur

Hermione's puffy look is really cute in a different way.

At the age of 12, with long fluffy brown hair and a delicate face that makes people want to bite.

Wu Ming tilted his head, and had to admit that the little girl is definitely the favorite of Lolita, and it is not an exaggeration to call her an uncle killer.

It's a pity that Wu Ming just changed his attitude, not abnormal.

Facing a creature like Lolita, Wu Ming still has the ability to restrain himself, so he said, "Fortunately, this is the world of Harry Potter, and you and I are both magicians. Otherwise, why should I worry about Lolita being like this?" Don't be shot!"

"I hate it!" Hermione gave Wu Ming a supercilious look, and the two of them wandered the streets of Devonshire, looking for Nicole Flamel as if by luck.

Time passed slowly, and a week passed in the blink of an eye.

During these seven days, Wu Ming and Hermione walked through countless streets and alleys, and asked many local people, but they still found nothing.

Search, search, search in silence.

I can't always find memories, and I can't find the truth that has been forgotten.

Just like Liu Tianwang's song, it seems that except for the name, the whole world has forgotten Nicole Flamel.

After all, the entire Devon County is not that big. Although Wu Ming didn't dare to say that he dug the ground three feet, he almost searched it once.They couldn't find the other party in this way. It wasn't that Nicole Flamel was not in Devon County, or that the other party didn't want to be found.

"Uncle, where do you think Nicole Flamel will be?"

Half a month later, standing in front of the windowsill of a hotel, Hermione looked at the pedestrians coming and going below.

Holding a bottle of beer in his hand, Wu Ming moistened his throat, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just know that if this goes on, there may be no hope for a few years. I'm going to try magic, if If not, we can only go back home!"

After a few sips of beer, Wu Ming brought up the washbasin in the small hotel and filled it with clean water.

Hermione watched with great interest, watching Wu Ming put his right hand into the water basin, muttering words, calling Nicole Flamel's name.

"Nicole Flamel, Nicole Flamel, Nicole Flamel."

With the continuous calls, the clear water in the basin began to ripple, sending out waves of ripples.

Wu Ming fixed his eyes on the water surface, and when the water surface was about to change, he suddenly felt a palpitation.

"This is... not good, get out of the way!"

boom.
There was a bang, and the clear water in the basin exploded violently, drenching Wu Ming and Hermione into drowned chickens.

The water droplets on their bodies fell to the ground drop by drop, and the two looked very embarrassed.

Hermione looked at the wet clothes on her body and asked in disbelief, "What's going on, is there something wrong with the magic?"

"There is no problem with the magic, it is the name that is protected, and it is exactly as I thought!"

Wu Ming wiped the water from his face. According to legend, many powerful beings, their own names and surnames represent extraordinary power.

For example, in the world of Harry Potter, Voldemort's name is protected.

Everyone who calls this name will be noticed by Voldemort himself, and only then does the term "mysterious man" come into being.

Apparently, the name Nicole Flamel was also given a protective magic.Perhaps the protective power inside is not as strong as those gods who hide their names, but it still caused the backlash of magic and blew up the props used for searching.

"Pack up your things, we should go back." Wu Ming sighed and said to Hermione next to him.

"Go back? Are you not looking for Nicole Flamel?" Hermione was a little strange, because through this period of getting along, she knew that Wu Ming was not someone who gave up easily.

"I can't find it. A mage who doesn't want to be found, even if we have been looking for more than ten years, it is impossible to meet him." Wu Ming shook his head and said: "Go to the room and change clothes, let's go back to Hogwarts. "

"Oh." After half a month of searching, Hermione also lost her patience, and now she was very happy to hear that she was going back.

Hermione went back to the room to change clothes, and Wu Ming also started to pack things.

Ten minutes later, Hermione, who had changed into a pink coat, and Wu Ming came to the front desk of the hotel, planning to return the room.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wu Ming?" The front desk of the hotel was a middle-aged aunt, who first looked at Hermione with a strange look, and then asked Wu Ming.

"It's me, what's the matter?" Wu Ming didn't care about such gazes. When he brought Hermione to stay in a hotel for the first time, he was almost beaten out by the hotel owner as a pedophile.

However, under the power of magic, all misunderstandings do not exist.

At this time, in front of these ordinary Muggles, Wu Ming and Hermione are a father and daughter.Although it was a bit weird for father and daughter to live in the same room, the room Wu Ming wanted was a suite, leaving little room for everyone's imagination.

"Mr. Wu Ming, I have received two opera tickets with your name written on them."

The middle-aged aunt leaned down, searched the drawer for a while, and took out two tickets to the Paris Opera House.

Wu Ming took the ticket with some surprise, and looked at the label on the ticket, which was his name.

"Who sent it?" Wu Ming asked strangely.

The middle-aged aunt shook her head and said in confusion, "I don't know. When I woke up in the morning, this ticket was on the table."

Hearing such a statement, Wu Ming and Hermione looked at each other with serious eyes.

The ability to leave tickets on a hotel table without even realizing it is something that many people can do.However, it is not easy to know Wu Ming's itinerary and his exact location.

"Who is looking for me, Nicole Flamel, or the mysterious person?"

Wu Ming thought secretly in his heart, and then he smelled a strange smell, which seemed to come from the ticket.

He lowered his head and picked up two tickets, put them up to his nose and sniffed them.

It was a pungent smell, which had faded but was still reminiscent of gunpowder.

"It's the smell of sulfur." ​​Hermione on the side also sniffed, and said to Wu Ming affirmatively.

"kindness!"

Wu Ming's eyes flickered, he put away the two tickets, and said, "Let's go to the Paris Opera House. I may have guessed the identity of this stranger."

"Who is it, Nicole Flamel?"

Hermione asked without knowing why, and Wu Ming patted his luggage and explained: "Nicole Flamel is a real person in reality. He was born in the 13th century. At that time, there was no scientist's statement. Therefore, Nicole Flamel is called an alchemist.

According to legend, Nicole Flamel was proficient in gunpowder, and because he often dealt with gunpowder, he would smell sulfur all over his body.The Harry Potter book was written by Ms. Rowling.She likes all kinds of legends about Nicole Flamel in reality, so she has this character.In this way, there are only two possibilities for the identity of this person, either Nicole Flamel himself, or the masterpiece of the contractor, and I prefer the former. "

To be on the safe side, Wu Ming sent a signal to Hogwarts in a special way.

After doing all this, Hermione bit her lip and thought for a while, then put her little hand on Wu Ming's big hand, and the two of them took a step forward together.

Whoosh.
Phantom transfer, target Paris, France, Royal Opera and Dance Theater.

(End of this chapter)