William had a Muggle map in his hand, and in the warm afternoon sun, he stood in a messy face on an unknown street.

Where exactly is the Champs-Élysées?

William looked through the map and found that there was no such street on it.

It can't be that I crossed too early, and there is no such street at all. No, I can't! It's 2991, the Eiffel Tower is open, and there's no reason why the Champs-Élysées doesn't exist.

William scratched his head, but finally decided to find someone to ask.

He noticed a few beautiful young girls talking and laughing on the street, and William thought for a moment and walked over.

"Excuse me, can I delay you for a few minutes?" He spoke very native French.

William of course knows French, thanks to the family of the first generation, William received a strict language education from an early age, and now he is proficient in four languages, English, French, German, and Chinese, which he will never forget for a lifetime.

"Of course, is there anything that can help you?"

The girls obviously didn't expect to meet such a bold accosting from William on the street, but this is the romantic capital of Europe after all, and William is not bad-looking, so it seems that they are not very disgusted.

"I've just arrived in France today, and I'm a little unfamiliar with the environment, so I want to ask how I can get to that world-famous street in Paris?"

"Do you mean the Élysée Pastoral Street? There's still some distance from here to there. The girls spoke enthusiastically to William, and then they chirped to William to explain the route.

It turns out that the Champs-Élysées was called the Elysée Pastoral Avenue at this time?

No wonder I never found this place.

William waved his hand and said goodbye to the enthusiastic French girls in a friendly manner, for he it was just an ordinary inquiry, but he just didn't know what the girls would think.

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The Avenue des Élysées, or Avenue des Champs-Élysées, is one of the most famous streets in Paris, with a total length of about 2.5 kilometers, and is the main east-west arterial road that crosses Paris.

The name Elysée is taken from the meaning of fairyland in Greek mythology, symbolizing a piece of paradise in mythology.

After the Second World War, the long street was well restored and finally transformed into a beautiful fairyland.

Naturally, William came here not only to visit, but also to do what he promised his mother, and the entrance to the French Magic Alley was also here.

He walked slowly down the street, admiring the scenery around him and feeling the magic change carefully. All he remembered was that the entrance was supposed to be in a clothing store, but he couldn't remember what the name was.

Soon, William stopped in front of a store called Madame Maggie's ready-to-wear store, and he felt a magical reaction in the vicinity.

Magic tells me that this should be the place.

Maggie, isn't that what magic means in French, and it's really an easy-to-understand name.

Thinking of this, William carefully looked at the shop in front of him, the store was very large, and the pale gold signboard on it made the store look very graceful and luxurious, which matched the atmosphere of this long street.

Compared to this place, the British Leaky Cauldron is almost like an illegal illegal building, what kind of thing. William had no scruples in his heart to criticize the humble environment at the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Can't the British Ministry of Magic rectify it?

But as with the Leaky Cauldron Bar, passers-by don't seem to notice the shop, as if there is nothing here.

William knew that it was a clever Muggle banishment spell, and that in the eyes of Muggles who had no magic in their bodies, it would only be a beautifully decorated wall.

He pushed open the door and stepped into the store, the last time he was in France with his mother was years ago, when they went straight into the French Magic Alley.

"To Mikhakol Street?" As soon as he entered, a doorman asked William, it looked like this was an Auror from the French Ministry of Magic.

"That's right, I'm here for the first time, how should I go?"

"Are you a foreign wizard? Please show your entry certificate. ”

The guard in front of him was still very serious, he carefully checked William's entry certificate, and after confirming that everything was fine, he finally spoke.

"Go inside the fitting room, knock on the wall with your wand, and say Mikhakole. That's it, have a great day. ”

"Thank you very much."

Mikhakole, the French word for miracle. However, such a street does deserve such a name.

William followed the guard's prompts, walked into the fitting room and knocked on the wall.

"Mikhakole." He whispered.

The wall in front of me quickly faded to both sides, eventually forming a five-meter-high arch, revealing the view behind the wall.

It was a wide street, bustling with wizards passing by, and the road was lined with signs of magical shops.

William walked into the street, and the arches behind him shrank rapidly, eventually turning back into the shape of a wall.

He looked at the streets in front of him with different styles, felt the scent of flowers in the air, and smiled intoxicatedly.

Compared with the rigidity of the British and the seriousness of the Germans, this romantic sentiment of the French makes their Magic Alley one of the cleanest and most beautiful streets in Europe.

Diagon Alley is a rusty village rally by comparison, and the street in front of it looks like the kind frequented by the city's celebrities.

The spotless streets, the walls lined with intricate carvings, and several musical fountains constantly play moving songs by the players.

Despite the large number of wizards passing by, everything seems to be in order, and there is no bloated feel of Diagon Alley, which may also be due to the wider streets here.

William walked all the way forward, stopping in front of several shops from time to time to watch, or entering the store to buy some unique goods.

Unlike in the UK, here the store does not shout at the door, they prefer to put the best products at the door and then quietly wait for the customer to come to the door.

William wandered around, occasionally asking the wizard in the shop for the location of the perfume shop.

I have to say that those small goods with French characteristics are really tempting, which will make his magic bag already contain a lot of fun things.

Soon, on the corner of the long street, next to a musical fountain with the singing of the fairies of the lake, William saw a quaint sign: Madame de Meris Perfume.

The store doesn't look big, and it looks very low-key among the signs. But William was keenly aware of the small and faint print underneath the storefront: The Meris family, who have been making perfumes since the 15th century.

Mother must be talking about this one, it looks like a long-established shop.

Thinking of this, William pushed open the door and walked in.

It's time to spend again.

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