Harry Potter’s Morning Light

  Chapter 1151 The Story of Paris (4)

   "Take this." Cemilian stuffed Pomona and Severus with a parchment with a strange symbol.

  Pomona recognizes this symbol, and so does Severus, the spy of the Order of the Phoenix. This is the symbol of Albus Dumbledore and represents the safe house.

   "I thought Albus and Nick LeMay are dead." Pomona took the business card, remembering the address, and handed it to Severus.

   "The Courageous Faithful Curse after the death of the original Secret Keeper, everyone who knows the location will automatically be called the Secret Keeper, don't you know it?" Kemilian looked at Pomona suspiciously.

  "This is the address in Paris." Severus said, "Did you meet Nick Lemay in Paris?"

"The teacher is going to move to England later. The things stored in the old house have to be moved. I knew about this place when I moved the things." Cmilian said, removing the parchment from Severus. Si held it in his hand and put it in his trouser pocket "Try to remember what you just saw."

Soon she saw Nick LeMay’s house, a house no different from No. 3 Montmorency Street next door, like twin brothers, except that there was no blackboard with menus on the windows, and the doors and windows were all It was skewed, as if it was a burrow, it would collapse once the magic disappeared.

   "Come in quickly." Kemilian said, "It's not safe here."

  Pomona and Severus didn’t say anything, and followed Camille to the crooked wooden door, which was not like the next door painted with a layer of yellow paint.

  They walked into the dimly lit entrance, and a smell of dust and a long vacancy came upon their faces.

   "You said this place is not safe." When the door was closed, Severus asked, "What do you mean?"

"Neither Muggles nor wizards really believe that the teacher is dead." Crimean said. "He returned to Paris 400 years after his death. Someone recognized him in an opera house. Grindelwald burned Paris again, and the wizarding world believed that he was still alive. He was afraid of being disturbed, so he kept simple and simple. Although he and Perenal did not need food, they needed some experimental materials. Sometimes he would be on his own. Dressing up in disguise, sometimes he will accept an apprentice to run errands for him. The less people know about the secrets of the Philosopher’s Stone, the better. I am his last student."

   "You're lucky." Severus said with a smirk.

   "That's what you think." Kemilian said, "The teacher found me in the forest. I forgot who I am. He even gave me the name Kemilian."

  "Are you a wizard?" Pomona asked.

  Kemilian shook his head, "I may be a dumb gun. I can't use many magics that wizards can use. Come here."

  Kemilian waved to the two of them, and walked to an experiment table. On the table was a crystal ball, just like the one used by witches for fortune-telling.

   "I can see your face from here." Cemilian said, "but I can only see part of it. Westminster Abbey is a good landmark, and so is the King's Library."

   "Then you will wait for me there?" Pomona asked.

"Last time I waited for you for six months, this time I waited for two weeks. Compared with sitting on a bench for a day, the library is much better, at least indoors and coffee." Kemir Ann pursed her lips helplessly.

   "Why are you looking for me?"

  Kemilian did not answer her question. He stroked his hand on the crystal ball, and some floating shadows appeared in it.

"The last time I was cleaning, I accidentally bumped into this crystal ball, and then you appeared. Then there was a commotion in London. Two weeks ago, the crystal ball started to shine by itself, and you appeared again." Ann said, "Then these sights appeared."

  Pomona also looked at the crystal ball.

The streets were full of burning cars and buildings. People used gasoline bombs to attack government office buildings and public facilities. Luxury stores were smashed, as if the Paris Commune incident was repeated.

   "This is Paris." Quemillion said, and stroked his hand in front of the crystal ball, and the scene inside changed again. "This is Dijon."

  He swiped again.

   "This is Lyon."

  He swiped again.

   "This is Germany."

  He swiped again.

  "This is Belgium."

   "The riots swept across Europe?" Severus asked.

"I don't know, sir, the scope and time that the crystal ball can predict is limited. It took the teacher seventy years to improve it to what it is now. At the beginning, it can only predict what will happen one or two days later." Ann said.

   "What happened?" Pomona asked, unsteady.

   "I don't know. This is why I am looking for you. Do you have any clues?"

  Pomona shook her head.

   "You forgot what we did the other day." Severus said, "Maybe it has something to do with Palodo."

   "What's that?" Quemillion asked.

   "Sun Gold, an alchemical item that is as magical as the Sorcerer's Stone." Severus said frankly.

  Since when did the old bat trust people so easily?

  Pomona looked at him in confusion, but Severus looked at the crystal ball as if not paying attention to her.

   "The French Ministry of Magic is now recruiting Aurors because of this, right? Not for next year's Quidditch World Cup." Severus stared at the scene in the crystal ball.

   "I wrote a letter to the French Ministry of Magic, in the name of a teacher." Camillean said, "The quill he used is here."

   Severus sighed, "Do you know when it will happen?"

   "From what people are wearing, it might be this fall, or next spring." Kemilian said, "but it will not exceed next fall at the latest."

   "Time seems to be pressing." Severus said, "Cooperation is the wisest."

   "The premise is that I want to know your names, who are you?" said Cemilian.

   "Edgar and Linda Smith." Severus said.

   "I think the premise of cooperation is honesty."

   "You didn't say your full name either."

   "I said, I am amnesia."

   "This is really a good excuse."

   "Enough." Pomona prevented the two of them from continuing their sophistry. "The key now is what are we going to do?"

  "We cannot change the past, but what about the future?" Severus asked.

   "If we are different, maybe what appears in the crystal ball is just an illusion." Cemillion said, "but so far it has not made a mistake, and it even predicted Harry Potter's "death".

   "What else do you know?" Severus asked.

   "It's not what I know, it's what it shows me." Kemilian stared at the crystal ball. "It didn't predict the Indonesian tsunami last year."

   "Like Sybil's Third Eye, it doesn't work at all times." Pomona stretched her hands. "Damn prophet."

   "At least we can drug Sybil, what about this thing?" Severus looked at the crystal ball with weird eyes.

  "This is the only one in the world. You can't dismantle it and study it." Kemilian said wary.

   "How about I and you? That is another outstanding alchemist's masterpiece."

   "No, I think you should go now." Kemilian said, "There is nothing but the crystal ball here. The teacher's other inheritance has been transferred."

   "Enough, let's leave here." Pomona reminded Severus, who was fascinated by acting.

"You should know, don't trust people at will, even if that person appears in the prophecy." Severus stared at Camillan. "Even a'good guy' will change when he is about to face great temptations. Into a demon."

  "How do we contact in the future?" Pomona asked, "I know Nick LeMay has a photo album."

  Kemilian looked at her.

"who are you?"

  "Albus Dumbledore's friend." Pomona said, "You better not live here. Someone is looking for the yellow diamond."

  Kemilian frowned in confusion.

  "Every time it appears, bad luck will happen." Pomona touched the black swan pendant on her chest. "It seems that I can't even mention its name."

  (End of this chapter)