Hermione's angry look is really cute in a different way.
Twelve years old, with long fluffy brown hair and a delicate face that makes people want to take a bite.
Wu Ming tilted his head and had to admit that the little girl was definitely the favorite of Lolicon fans, and it would not be an exaggeration to call her a killer of uncles.
It's a pity that Wu Ming only changed his attitude, not a change.
Faced with a creature like Loli, Wu Ming still had the ability to restrain himself, so he said: "Fortunately, this is the world of Harry Potter, and you and I are both magicians. Otherwise, there would be Loli like this, so why would I worry?
Don’t get shot!”
"Disgusting!" Hermione gave Wu Ming a roll of her eyes, and the two of them wandered the streets of Devon, trying their luck to find Nico Flamel.
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 locals, but still found nothing.
Searching, searching, searching in silence.
There is always no memory, no truth that has been forgotten.
Just like Liu Tianwang's song, it seems that except for the name, the whole world has forgotten Nico Flamel.
After all, the whole Devon County is not big. Although Wu Ming dare not say that he dug three feet in the ground, he has almost turned it over. Even if he can't find the other party, either Nico Flamel is not in Devon County, or he is probably the other party.
Don't want to be found.
"Uncle, where do you think Nico Flamel will be?"
Half a month later, Hermione stood in front of the window sill of a hotel and looked at the pedestrians coming and going below.
Wu Ming held a bottle of beer in his hand, moistening his throat from time to time, shaking his head and saying: "I don't know, I just know that if I continue like this, there will probably be no hope for several years. I plan to try it with magic. If
If it still doesn’t work, we have no choice but to go home!”
After finishing the beer in a few sips, Wu Ming brought up the washbasin from the small hotel and filled it with clean water.
Hermione watched with interest, watching Wu Ming put his right hand into the basin, muttering something in his mouth, calling Nico Flamel's name.
"Nicholas Flamel, Nicol Flamel, Nicol Flamel..."
With the continuous calls, the clear water in the basin began to ripple, sending out waves of ripples.
Wu Ming stared at the water surface, and just when the water surface was about to change, he suddenly felt a wave of heart palpitations.
"This is...not good, get out of the way!"
...boom...
There was a roar, and the water in the basin suddenly exploded, drenching Wu Ming and Hermione into drowned rats.
The water drops on their bodies fell on the ground drop by drop, and the two of them looked very embarrassed.
Hermione looked at the wet clothes and asked in disbelief: "What's going on? Is there something wrong with the magic?"
"There's nothing wrong with the magic. It's the name that's protected. It's exactly what I thought!"
Wu Ming wiped the water drops on his face. According to legend, the names and surnames of many powerful beings represent extraordinary power.
For example, in the Harry Potter world, Voldemort's name is protected.
Everyone who calls this name will be noticed by Voldemort himself, hence the term "Mysterious Man".
Obviously, the name Nico Flamel has also been cast with protective magic. Perhaps the protective power here is not as powerful as the gods whose names are hidden, but it still caused the backlash of magic and blew up the search props.
"Pack your things, we should go back." Wu Ming sighed and said to Hermione next to him.
"Go back? Not looking for Nico Flamel?" Hermione was a little surprised, because through this period of getting along, she knew that Wu Ming was not someone who gave up easily.
"We can't find him. A mage who doesn't want to be found. Even if we look for him for more than ten years, we still can't 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 lost her patience. Now that she heard that she was going back, she seemed particularly happy.
Hermione went back to the room to change clothes, and Wu Ming also started to pack his things.
Ten minutes later, Hermione, who had changed into a pink coat, and Wu Ming arrived at the front desk of the hotel, preparing to check out the room.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wu Ming?" The front desk of the hotel was a middle-aged aunt. She first looked at Hermione with a strange look, and then asked Wu Ming.
"It's me, is something wrong?" Wu Ming didn't care about such looks. The first time he brought Hermione to stay in a hotel, he was almost beaten out by the hotel owner as a pedophile.
However, with the power of magic, all misunderstandings disappear.
At this time, in front of these ordinary Muggles, Wu Ming and Hermione are just a father and daughter. Although it is a bit strange for father and daughter to live in the same room, the room Wu Ming wants is a suite, leaving little room for everyone's imagination.
many.
"Mr. Wu Ming, I received two opera tickets with your name written on them."
The middle-aged lady leaned down, searched in the drawer for a while, and took out two tickets for the Paris Opera House.
Wu Ming took the ticket with some surprise and looked at the label on the ticket. It was his name on it.
"Who sent it?" Wu Ming asked strangely.
The middle-aged aunt shook her head and said in confusion: "I don't know, this ticket was on the table when I got up in the morning."
Hearing such a statement, Wu Ming and Hermione looked at each other, with a bit of solemnity in each other's eyes.
Many people can put tickets on the hotel table without realizing it. However, it is not easy to know Wu Ming's itinerary and his exact location.
.
"Who is looking for me, Nico Flamel, or the mysterious man?"
Wu Ming thought secretly in his heart, and then he smelled a strange smell, which seemed to be wafting from the tickets.
He lowered his head and picked up the two tickets, put them to his nose and sniffed.
This is a pungent smell. Although it has become very weak, it is still reminiscent of gunpowder.
"It smells of sulfur..." Hermione on the side also sniffed and said to Wu Ming with certainty.
"kindness!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed, 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, Nico Flamel?"
Hermione asked something unclear, and Wu Ming patted his luggage and explained: "Nicolas Flamel really existed in reality. He was born in the 13th century, and there were no scientists at that time.
Therefore, Nico Flamel is called the alchemist.
According to legend, Nicolas Flamel was proficient in gunpowder science. Because he often dealt with gunpowder, his whole body smelled of sulfur. The book Harry Potter was written by Ms. Rowling. She liked the real-life stories about Nicolás very much.
There are various legends about Nico Flamel, so this character came into being. In this way, there are only two possibilities for the identity of this person, either Nico Flamel himself, or the masterpiece of the contractor, and I prefer it.
former."
For the sake of safety, 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 placed her small hand on Wu Ming's big hand, and they both took a step forward.
...whoosh...
Phantom Transference, target: Royal Opera and Dance Theater, Paris, France.