At the end of the week, Lincoln and Canaan packed their bags and stuffed them into their storage bags. They decided to get a taste of France in advance and get a feel for the charm of this romantic capital, Paris. For this reason, Lincoln also took a week off.

They were going to get to France by Muggle way, that is, by plane. Before leaving, Canaan went to the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Transportation to get a pass to get out of the country, and asked Professor McGonagall to help him act as a guarantor for the pass. Otherwise, he might get out of the plane and be surrounded by a group of French Aurors, just like the last time in the United States, and he didn't want to come again.

In less than two hours, they arrived in Paris, France, from London. After checking in to a hotel that looked good, they spent the evening briefly visiting some of the famous attractions in Paris and went to bed early. Lincoln was looking forward to tomorrow's journey, as Canaan said he was going with him to Boulogne, France's wizarding quarter.

The entrance to Boulogne is near the fountain in front of Avenue Harford in Paris, and the wizard who enters needs to dip his head in the water before entering Boulogne.

It took them a long time to find the fountain in the description, surrounded by passers-by, they stuck their heads into the water, and then looked up, and found that the crowded scene had disappeared, and they were greeted by all kinds of strangely dressed wizards, and on both sides were narrow alleys, which Canaan felt was very crowded and dilapidated like Diagon Alley.

"It's amazing!" Lincoln muttered as he looked around for the first time in such a thing.

"Let's go, Daddy, if you have something you like, you can buy it. Canaan said arrogantly, he refined a lot of potions before leaving and sold them to the owner of the potion shop, and the total assets reached about 600 gold.

"No problem. Lincoln smiled, and he suddenly felt that his roles and Canaan had been reversed.

"However, we still have to pick a gift for your mother first, otherwise it will be difficult to explain when we go home. Lincoln took Canaan and walked in front.

Perhaps because the Quidditch tournament was going to be held in Paris, there were many wizards here, and the small alley was full of people, and the small Canaan held Lincoln's hand tightly, looking up at the heads of adults, and he even heard the sound of children crying.

Oh, how pathetic!

Lincoln found that there was no passage in front of him, so he hurriedly pulled Canaan into a bookstore in front of him. There were also many people in the bookstore, and the crowded bookshelves were full of people.

"Oh, that's terrible. Canaan felt like he was about to suffocate in the crowd just now, and he was relieved to enter the slightly spacious bookstore.

"Son, there are your books here too. Lincoln saw a lot of Marvel books on the front shelf.

Canaan also looked over, and he found that there were not a few wizards who bought books, most of them were parents with children. Looks like he's going to be able to make a small fortune again.

After the crowd had diminished slightly, Lincoln left the bookstore with Canaan, and they went to the largest gift shop in Boulogne. Prepare to pick out a gift for Helen.

There was a lot of space inside, and the rows of shelves were piled high with all kinds of small gifts, and Canaan found it as if an infinite extension charm had been cast.

"The owner of this shop must be a big man!" exclaimed Canaan.

"Why?" Lincoln asked with some curiosity as he heard Canaan's muttering.

"The space inside has an infinite extension spell, which is generally forbidden to be applied to buildings, and if the spell disappears, those additional spaces will immediately swallow up the surrounding things, and no one can escape. Canaan said, pointing to a spot in front of him.

Lincoln looked in the direction of Canaan's finger and unconsciously leaned back.

"What a clever little wizard. ”

A tall, middle-aged wizard walked up and clapped his hands in praise. He was the owner of the shop, and when he heard the conversation between the Canaan father and son, he was suddenly interested.

Canaan looked at the man in front of him, he had gray hair, heavy brown glasses, an earring on his ear, and a purple cloak on his body, looking very strange.

"Hello, I don't know who you are?" asked Lincoln first.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm the owner of this shop, you can call me Guvett!" the man stretched out his hand and bowed slightly, very politely.

"Oh, hello, I'm Lincoln Bryan!" Lincoln held out his hand as well.

"Iron Man!" Gurvett looked surprised.

"Oh, just namesake, namesake. Lincoln was suddenly a little embarrassed, and his old face flushed slightly.

Hearing Lincoln's explanation, Goodworth smiled and then turned his gaze to Canaan, "Mr. Bryan, is this your child?

"Of course, he's always been assertive and smart. Lincoln patted Canaan on the shoulder and replied with a smile.

"Are you the alchemist Guvet?" Canaan asked suddenly, looking at Guvett.

"If it's a master alchemist, it must be me. Guvett pushed his glasses against the bridge of his nose and replied confidently.

Many of the books Canaan had read described that Guvet had an unparalleled talent for alchemy since he was a child, and is now one of the few alchemists in the wizarding world today. His family is also a pure-blooded ancient family and has always been famous for its alchemy.

And Canaan remembered that the sacrifice of his fourth sacrifice was a magic orb made by Guvet, which could store mana. The protective stone he bought in Diagon Alley was also the result of Guvet, and later saved Canaan's life. In this way, he has a really good relationship with Guvett.

"I'm Canaan Blaine, you can call me Canaan. It's a pleasure to meet you. Canaan politely held out his little hand.

"Canaan, the author of Marvel, no wonder your book is great!" Hearing Canaan's introduction, Guvett was also very excited, he also heard of this genius little wizard.

"Are you here to buy gifts? Maybe I can help you. However, I may need to trouble Mr. Breine Jr. to leave a signature on my book. Guvett continued.

"Absolutely. Canaan smiled.

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Under the guidance of Guvett, Lincoln and Canaan browsed through all the items in the store, and finally selected a bottle of long-lasting perfume and a colorful necklace for Helen. The former allows the applicator to have a fragrance that will never fade, while Canaan deliberately chose the earthy herbaceous flavor. The latter, on the other hand, can emit a variety of colors at night, which Lincoln picked.

Guvet gave a five-fold discount on two items, and only accepted 6 gold galleons and 34 silver sicos from Canaan. The price was not expensive, and for some reason, when it came time to pay, Canaan suddenly thought of Rust, the owner of the Blotted bookstore. People are really different!

Before leaving, Guvet sent Canaan a mysterious invitation, saying that there was a private alchemy conference tonight, and if Canaan was interested, he could come and have a look.