Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Ivan didn't know what to say, and this dark red nameplate was absolutely insane, trying to get him to thousands of feet deep in the ocean to find a dead demon.

He won't do it. He doesn't want to die yet.

Who knows if there are any other monsters in the depths of the sea besides this already dead demon, let alone the sense of horrific oppression that comes from the endless abyss, just looking at the constantly occurring Dementors in front of us, Ivan sincerely doesn't want to get close.

Especially if he hasn't figured out what this nameplate really is, and the weird things left behind by the evil gods created by despicable Hailbo, it's weird that there's no danger.

Don't let him help the other party absorb the essence of the dead evil god, but instead help the evil god on this nameplate to come back to life, which is a terrible situation.

Time gradually passed and Ivan's soul floated alone deep in the ocean.

Until he was tired of the giant octopus corpse in front of him, the dark red nameplate reappeared and he experienced it again when he came here.

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

He can finally get out of here and go back to the real world.

The sight passed quickly, Ivan, led by a nameplate, spinning around a giant octopus corpse in pitch-black waters, then approaching its head.

At its deepest depths is a rock crevice, and Ivan rarely sees what appears to be a sinking city behind him.

Not yet, until he sees it clearly, everything becomes distorted.

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

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

There is a faint fragrance in the air that smells a bit like strawberries.

A string of sunny-shaped wind chimes hang by the window, clanging as the breeze sounds.

In the afternoon golden yellow sunlight shone in along beautifully patterned windows, exuding the rest of the temperature.

The colored magic hanging lights are spinning and everything in front of you is full of warmth and fantasy.

“Where am I, where am I?” Ivan sat up and said incredibly, "Am I dreaming? ”

Everything in front of you is too different from Azkaban's dark style to give Ivan a sense of unreality in his dreams.

“This is France!” Sirius' voice passed over.

He walked in from the living room outside and was glad to say, "Thank God you're finally awake. ”

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

“Almost three days later, Dumbledore said you had strange magic marks on you, but there was nothing wrong with it and he didn't think it was necessary to wake you up by force.” Sirius explains, "When that magic dissipates from you, you naturally wake up. ”

Sirius pulled a chair and sat next to Ivan.

“What exactly happened, what did you see?” He asked hastily.

“The body of a horrible monster, in the sea beneath Azkaban.” Ivan sighed and said, "No surprise, the evil god I told you about before. ”

“That guy again?!” Sirius frowned, "how could they have appeared in Azkaban, hidden deep in the sea. ”

“Not the two I've seen before, this guy is a new evil god. Ivan said with impatience," But it doesn't matter anymore, it's dead now, and there's only one corpse left that keeps producing ghosts out there. ”

Sirius was not surprisingly shocked to hear that the Dementor was born.

Evan waved carelessly, and whoever watched the guy day and night and the freshly born Dementor for so long would feel numb like him.

“Well, now you should tell me why we came to France, right?” Ivan asked, “And where's Dumbledore? ”

“Three days ago, after you fainted, we talked to Peter the dwarf and asked him all about the curse left by Voldemort.” Sirius sighed and continued, "He told us everything, but Dumbledore thought the information he had was pointless. Voldemort didn't seem to trust him, he was just cheating and didn't tell him the real way to break the curse. ”

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

“Peter, that idiot, who used to worship powerful power, couldn't recognize even the simplest truth and falsehood. He was easily fooled by Voldemort in the palm of his hand and got nothing.” Sirius grudgingly said, "James actually died because of his snitch, which is really not worth it, and I never thought something so stupid would happen. ”

“Since it is impossible to know exactly what spell this curse is.” Ivan looked at the circular snake ring on his right wrist again, "so there's only one way to restore the magic stone to its integrity, which we should be investigating. ”

“Yes, Dumbledore has a clue, he's on his way!” Sirius looked at Ivan, "Until then, he thought it necessary to show his friends this magic stone, so we came to France to find..."

“Alchemist Nicole LeMay!” Here, Ivan knows everything, "he said," is the last Alchemist, the longest-lived wizard in the world of magic, the owner of the remaining magic stone, Dumbledore's partner in alchemy. ”

Upon hearing Ivan say so many titles, Sirius was stunned and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I knew it, I couldn't keep anything from you. ”

“So did we find him?” Ivan asked hastily.

“Found it, Dumbledore brought us here.” Sirius Sirius said, "We didn't have to go to France so hard, Nicole Le Mae and his wife Perennal Le Mae were hiding in England, but after they destroyed the Stone the previous year, they decided to spend the rest of their lives back in their native France. ”

“So we're in Nicole's house now?” Evan looked around and the room was decorated in a luxurious style.

They don't look like they're in a famous alchemist's house, they look like they're in an ancient aristocratic family or a pureblood wizard's estate.

“Nicole Le Mée has lived in his alma mater since returning to France and has been a professor of magic and alchemy at school!” Sirius paused for a moment before continuing, "this is the Busbaton School of Magic. ”