It wasn't until Lincoln returned from Boulogne that Canaan had time to open the invitation.

It was a piece of hard paper made of gold that read:

"Please arrive at the designated place within the specified time. Invited by: Guvett. The handwriting on it loomed and disappeared after a short time.

Canaan found that the time and place were not written on it, and he looked at the invitation with a special material with curiosity. Combined with the vanished handwriting on it, he guessed that the invitation should have been enchanted and would only show the handwriting at the allotted time.

Sure enough, at about six o'clock in the evening, the invitation emitted a pale yellow halo and flew out of Canaan's pocket, and a line of handwriting appeared on it:

"Please arrive in half an hour at 44 Avenue Varrante in Paris. ”

"Oh,. Canaan muttered, then hurriedly took out a map of Paris to find Avenue Valente. If he was far away, he would have to use Phantom Mobility to get there.

There are quite a few wizards living in Paris these days, and Canaan doesn't want to use magic as a last resort.

Fortunately, Valente Street was not too far from here, and after explaining to Lincoln, Canaan hurried there.

Arriving at his destination, Canaan got out of the taxi, thinking he was the only wizard to arrive in Muggle transport.

But he looked at the Valente Street in front of him, it was gloomy, none of the buildings inside were lit, and the streets were pitch black, as if even the moonlight could not shine in.

"I hate this kind of place the most!", Canaan frowned. He wondered how a private party could be held in such a place.

Estimating that time was running out before the meeting began, Canaan had to walk in slowly. In the faint light, Canaan stopped in front of a building, and a wooden sign not far away read: "44 Varie Street"

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared at the fence of the house in front of him, and shouted in a low voice: "Little one, this is not the place you should come." ”

"Sir, I have an invitation!" Canaan pulled out the invitation that began to glow red from his bosom. He felt it was a reminder that the time for the meeting was about to begin.

What a personal invitation!

"Why is he still inviting children?" the black figure muttered, then beckoned to Canaan, and continued, "Then come in with me!"

When Canaan stepped forward, he found the man dressed in brown linen, with a long brim covering his head, making it difficult to see his face. It's a bit like the costume of a mysterious person in a magic movie.

"Once you're in, just find a place to sit down, and you might be able to brag about it for the rest of your life. The man said to Canaan with an exaggerated expression.

"Yes, sir. Canaan nodded in response. He was looking forward to the meeting.

He walked into the room with Canaan and felt the strong light in the room, and Canaan narrowed his eyes slightly.

There was a lot of space in the house, the size of half a football field. Brightly lit and magnificent. It seems to be in the main golden red style, even the ceiling has cast scene magic, a huge cloud of fire floats overhead, and the afterglow reflects Canaan's small face.

There were quite a few wizards inside, probably dozens, and several of them gathered around in groups, happily discussing something. There are also a few house-elves from time to time serving all kinds of snacks and red wine, and costuming everyone. The whole picture is like a scene of a gathering of top nobles.

Canaan walked in and sat down in a secluded place, a person he didn't know.

He heard the group of people closest to him seem to be discussing alchemy fiercely, so he looked up curiously. The man who spoke in the lead was wearing a long-sleeved shirt with tightly tied cuffs, thick socks on his feet, and layers of cloth wrapped around his head, and he looked like an Indian.

"Don't underestimate me, I'll definitely take the first place this time. He spoke fluently in Indian, and was undoubtedly Indian.

"Come on, Azik, that's what you said last year. Last time, you couldn't even complete the basic combination magic array within the allotted time, and this time it is estimated that it will not be possible. A black wizard in the crowd laughed.

"I don't believe it either, Azik, you better go back to India and be your history professor. Alchemy isn't for you. Another white wizard in the crowd scoffed.

The crowd burst into laughter.

"Fuck you Rores, I've already seen you unpleasantly. Azk cocked his beard and cursed, and went up with a punch.

"Damn Indian, you dare to do it first. The white wizard covered his face with a look of incredulity.

......

Canaan watched the scene in front of him with interest, it was not common for wizards to fight with their bare hands. But soon the two of them were pulled by the people around them, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Before the meeting began, green flames erupted from the fireplace in the room, and wizards came out one after another. There are also wizards who appear directly inside the house, apparently using apparitions to move over.

Canaan also saw Dumbledore, who had just appeared inside the house with an old man with unkempt brown hair. And as if noticing Canaan's gaze, he nodded slightly.

The old man beside him looked towards him and smiled softly at Canaan.

Dumbledore's prestige in the wizarding world was truly extraordinary, and as soon as he appeared, many wizards leaned forward to talk cordially with red wine.

Looking at Dumbledore who was surrounded by the crowd, Canaan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't want to have much communication with Dumbledore now, unless he could reasonably explain how his magical talent came about.

Taking a sip of the sweet and sour orange juice in the goblet, Canaan took another piece of the cake and chewed it carefully. This was specially sent by the house-elf just now, knowing that Canaan was underage, it also prepared extra orange juice for Canaan.

"Canaan Blaine?" the old man who was standing beside Dumbledore just now came to Canaan at some point.

"Oh, hello, who are you?" Canaan stood up politely.

"I think Rove should have introduced me, my name is Newt Scamander. Newt said softly, his voice sounding intimate.

"I know you, the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and you have done a lot to deal with the first Dark Lord Grindelwald. Canaan was pleasantly surprised. He looked at the old man in front of him, his unkempt hair and loose bow tie, which looked unkempt.

"You know a lot. Uh, can I sit down and eat some cake?" Newt pleaded, gesturing to the dark chocolate cake on the table.

"Absolutely, you may be seated. ”

"I was in a bit of a hurry in the evening and didn't have time to eat dinner. He took a large piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, not paying the slightest attention to the image.

"Aren't you with Dumbledore?"

"I don't like crowded occasions, and I wouldn't have come here if it weren't for the rarity of this party. Newt stuffed a lot of bread in his mouth and said inarticulately.

"You can eat slowly, without rushing. Canaan poured Newt a glass of orange juice and asked, "Who organized this party, is it related to alchemy?"

"You don't know?" Newt asked, somewhat surprised.

"Oh, I don't know, here's the thing—" Canaan told Newt about his encounter with Guvet.

"I see. Newt nodded, took a sip of orange juice and said slowly, "This party was privately organized by Guvet, and it has been held five times, and this is the sixth. You also know that he is a famous alchemist, so every party is also based on alchemy. ”

"At every gathering, Guvet would invite alchemists from all over the world to come and discuss alchemy and exchange ideas. Later, this party became more and more famous, and many alchemists couldn't find a way to come. Then Newt stopped, glanced at Canaan, and seemed to say, "You're such a lucky little fellow."

"By the way, the last part of the party is that the participants can take out their most proud alchemy items, and if they can win the first place, they will be rewarded with 5,000 gold gallons!"

"How much?" asked Canaan, surprised.

"Five thousand gold Galleons!" Newt held out five fingers.

"He's really rich. Canaan said with some envy. He writes books and performs at the same time, and the money he has earned in Diagon Alley for so long does not add up to 5,000 gold Galleons.

"His family is one of the richest in France, just look at this house and these house-elves. Newt looked at Canaan's face and smiled, and then continued, "Dumbledore is here to represent Nicol Lemay at this meeting. ”