Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Molly Weasley, who had rarely traveled far, was fascinated by this bustling scene.

Even Harry and Ron couldn't help but be stunned.

"Perhaps you can start by persuading Nicoléme." Tiera smiled, then pretended to lift a pair of clothes on her arm, and looked at the time, "Oh, sorry, friends, I have something else to do. Take the first step——"

After saying that, Tiera disappeared directly from the spot.

"Hey! Wait, Tiera!" Harry asked in confusion. "Where should we go to find Nick Flamel first?"

Before Harry could finish speaking, Tiera disappeared.

"It's true Tiera!" Harry said with some dissatisfaction, "It's like this every time. She disappears in a hurry in the middle of her words."

"Okay, Harry, haven't you gotten used to it yet?" Hermione sighed helplessly, then patted Harry on the shoulder, "Isn't that what Tiera is like? Hurrying and mysterious."

"Perhaps you can go to the French Ministry of Magic and ask." Fleur Delacour, who had been silent just now, suggested, "Nicholas is the most powerful alchemist master in existence, and the French Ministry of Magic has a record of his address. "

"Good idea!" Ron nodded in agreement.

"But we lost the Philosopher's Stone." Hermione said with some frustration, "Why should we look for Nico Flamel?"

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, and then Harry decided to speak.

"Perhaps we can tell the French Ministry of Magic the truth." Harry suggested. "We can directly say that the Philosopher's Stone that Mr. Tiera paid to Nico Flamel was lost by us, and then ask them to help us find Nico Flame."

"Good idea." Hermione thought for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly.

"What does Tiera mean by starting with Nico Flamel?" Hermione asked again, "How does he want us to persuade Nico Flame? What should we persuade Nico Flame?"

"Let him move to England?" Ron interjected uncertainly.

"Hey, hey, kids, kids." At this time, Mr. Weasley pushed his son, Ron Weasley, and said, "We can think about it while we walk."

"I mean, it's already kind of noticeable with so many of us here."

"Huh?" Hermione looked up and looked around.

Sure enough, pedestrians on the Champs Elysées couldn't help but glance at them when they passed by——

The reason is that Mr. Weasley and Fleur Weasley are wearing too retro styles.

Both Mr. Weasley and Fleur Weasley are wearing ankle-length, light brown windbreakers——

Even in a sunny day like Paris in July, I still wrap myself up tightly.

Mr. Weasley also wore what must have been a very elegant London hat, while Mrs. Weasley's curly brown hair was tied up with a very old lace hairpin.

The two looked like they had stepped out of a movie from fifty years ago.

This outfit is extremely rare on the streets of Paris, the fashion capital.

"Okay, kids, let's go, let's go." Mr. Weasley seemed a little hot, took off his hat and fanned himself, and then pushed Harry, Ron and Hermione forward.

"Oh yes, Miss Delacour, you are familiar with this place. Can you take us to the French Ministry of Magic?" Mr. Weasley asked politely.

"I'm extremely happy." Fleur Delacour also took Bill Weasley's arm, "By the way, Mr. Weasley, just call me Fleur. Bill and I are both engaged, so it's not so polite as graduation."

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked across the Champs Elysées in an uneasy mood, and walked in a winding way for a while. Finally, they came to a very empty square hidden in a residential area.

In the center of the square there is only a telephone booth that looks like it is made of bronze.

——It combines ancient and modern beauty at the same time.

"Why do every visitor entrance to the Ministry of Magic have to look like a phone booth?" Hermione rolled her eyes and complained after being led to the square by Fleur Delacour.

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the **, and they were shocked by this place hidden in a residential area. It is a huge building, like an ancient castle, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

"Why do every visitor entrance to the Ministry of Magic have to look like a phone booth?" Hermione couldn't help complaining.

"Maybe it's to maintain contact with the non-magical world." Harry guessed.

"Maybe to save trouble?" Ron also guessed.

"Because the design and construction of the Ministry of Magic in the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Austria and Switzerland were all led by the same wizard and that wizard's apprentice." Delacour led them into the hollow bronze phone booth, dialing numbers and Said, "This is the content of the history of magic, you should have studied it."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Ron with some confusion.

"Huh??" Ron looked at Hermione in confusion——

Miss Hermione, who is known as a know-it-all, doesn’t know this knowledge?

"We haven't learned it." Hermione said not to be outdone, "I swear, there is no such knowledge point in our history of magic textbooks!"

"That's strange. Which edition are you studying?" Fleur Delacour asked curiously.

"Seventh edition," Hermione replied immediately.

"We are the twenty-third version." Fleur Delacour said, "No wonder."

Fleur Delacour had finished dialing, and there was a slight tremor. When they opened the door again, they found themselves standing in the hall of the French Ministry of Magic.

The hall is spacious and bright, and the walls are covered with exquisite oil paintings and ancient scrolls. There were gorgeous carpets on the floor, and crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling cast a soft glow.

On both sides are tall arched doors decorated with ornate murals, leading to the office areas of various departments.

Harry, Ron and Hermione could see French wizards rushing by, wearing colorful robes and carrying magical suitcases and their animal companions.

There are also some seating areas set up in the hall for people to wait to do business or communicate with other wizards, but there is no one here.

They walked towards the reception desk, where a wizard in blue robes sat.

"Welcome to the French Ministry of Magic." The wizard in blue robes first flipped through his thick book spread out in front of him, and then asked in English with a thick curlicue, "I didn't read it. You all have an appointment, what can I do for you?"