The gale whistled, whining between Ning An's ears, like a sharp knife, blowing his cheeks painfully, the sky was cloudy, and from time to time there was a "boom" thunder sound, as if a rainstorm was about to come.

"What the hell—"

Pani was riding on a broomstick, he was now clean, his hair was neatly groomed, his blonde hair was dry and neat, and all the excess stubble was hung up, and he no longer looked like a homeless man.

Dressed in a dark brown trench coat, it's a bit out of place in the summer, but it's very necessary when you're flying at 10,000 feet, not to mention that they're flying at 70 miles per hour on their way to Paris, the capital of France.

Ning An was also wearing a black trench coat and lying on the broom, as for why he used the word "lying down", it was because he was indeed lying on his stomach at this time, holding the broom pole tightly with both hands, and leaning forward with his chest eager to hug the broom directly.

If there was anything in the wizarding world that he didn't like the most and couldn't deal with the most, then Ning An couldn't think of anything else other than the broomstick.

Strange to say, when he relied on the Animagus to transform into a raven, it was as if he was flying instinctively, and he could soar through the air as he pleased, but once he stepped on the broomstick, it was as if he was tied up and thrown into the sea, and he was at a loss.

"I think we should land, it's going to be a thundershower—master."

Although Pani called Ning An the master, there was no such humility in his tone, but as if he was talking to a respectable friend.

Ning An looked up helplessly at the black clouds pressing overhead, the momentum of lightning and thunder in it no one would want to fly under it, and at this moment, there were also a lot of thick cumulonimbus clouds below them, and they were already between the clouds of the entire dark cloud.

Stepping down the broomstick was in tatters, it was Comet 180 produced in an unknown era, and when Pani said that it was stolen from outside a wizard's house somewhere, Ning An's expression was so wonderful and wonderful.

He had not intended to ride a broomstick, but Pani told him that he was now wanted, which made Ning An reluctant to take the train or car for a while, seeing that the broom could still fly, and that Calais was only a few hundred miles away from Paris, and could be reached in three hours by a broomstick flight.

Only then did they reluctantly agree to fly over on a broomstick, but they did not expect that when they left Calais, the sky was still clear, and after they flew down an unknown river below for a while, they inexplicably rolled up thunderclouds.

Ning An grabbed the broom handle with one less with one of his strengths, and touched his waist with the other hand - the important things were still there, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and saw that the Pani in front of him was flying easily, an old-fashioned broken broom seemed to be the latest type of fire crossbow arrow under his crotch, although the speed was completely incomparable with the fire crossbow arrow, and even far inferior to the light wheel series, but it was not inferior at all in terms of flight momentum.

The pocket containing the "Sephant" and the stone statue was tightly tied to Pani's broom, and Ning An couldn't take care of the flying broomstick himself, where could he still "carry a manned flight", so the matter was still handed over to Pani.

"Let's go down—"

Ning An endured the wind that kept pouring into his mouth, and shouted at Pani, who was flying in front, seeing that the lightning and thunder in the clouds were becoming more and more frequent, and he couldn't tell when a storm was coming, he didn't want to ride a broomstick in the terrible storm.

While speaking, Ning An pressed down the broomstick's head and swooped down quickly, and Pani in front heard his words and hurriedly turned around, and rushed down with him again.

They had to rush out of the dark clouds below before they could see the situation clearly, even if they didn't get to Paris, Ning An couldn't just find a wilderness to settle in, they always had to go to a populated place.

This old-fashioned comet 180 broom carried Ning An to the clouds at a high speed, Ning An took a deep breath and ignored the distorted electric light released from the clouds around him from time to time, just swooped down, no matter what, he could only believe that the broom under his crotch could carry him out of this unlucky place as soon as possible.

Fortunately, although there was a thunderstorm, Ning An's luck was not so bad, the lightning in the cumulonimbus cloud did not hit him and Pani, and the two of them successfully broke through the clouds and gradually saw the ground below.

"Look—there's a village there!"

Pani stretched out his hand and pointed not far away, Ning An looked in the direction he was pointing, and in a large barren plain, it seemed that he could see rows of quietly located houses, forming small villages.

"It's a wizarding village."

Ning An stopped his broomstick and said vigilantly as he floated in the air, and he could see at a glance that several protective spells were being released around the village to dispel and shield Muggles.

Pani rode on the broomstick and didn't move, looking at Ning An quietly, as if waiting for Ning An to make a final decision on whether to go to this village to rest.

Ning An looked around, he had to admit that the previous flight in the dark clouds had made him lost, and it was no longer clear which direction he should go at this moment, a radius of hundreds of miles seemed to be a wilderness with no end in sight, if he missed this village, he was afraid that the two of them would be poured into soup by the torrential rain in a while.

Besides, he is very cold now, and the cold wind in the air is about to blow through his chest, Ning An now very much wants to find a warm room, leaning in front of the fireplace, whether it is drinking a glass of butterbeer or mead, can warm his whole person, I just don't know if the French have these things, but even without these, Ning An thinks they can at least provide a bowl of steaming onion soup, right?

Although he doesn't like onions.

casually took out the mask pinned to the back of his waist and put it on his face, Ning An never threw him away just for this kind of moment, besides, this is not England, and it has been another year, and the French will not stare at a dark wizard who defected from Hogwarts every day.

"Let's go down, Pani—" Ning An pressed the broom handle, and the whole person leaned downward, speeding towards the small village in the distance.

Pani saw that Ning An was going to take a look, and he didn't stop him, he was originally a bold and adventurous character, and he was full of curiosity about everything, Ning An's decision was just what he liked, so he hurriedly followed.

The two soon landed at the intersection outside the village, and in the distance they saw rows of rock-stacked huts, not unlike the English wizarding village of Hogsmeade.

Ning An had a mask on his face, and after spending a few days in Calais, he already knew that the character represented by his mask was called Jacques? Chirac is said to be one of the Muggles' presidential candidates, and Ning An doesn't care about this, and the wizards probably won't know who it is anyway.

And although Pani has taken care of it, he has taken off his glasses now, and after a year of baptism, both in temperament and appearance are very different from a year ago, if you don't look carefully, even Ning An may not be able to recognize it at once.

The two men tidied up their clothes a little, and then slowly walked into the village with two brooms in tow.

After walking a few steps, they met a passer-by, who was undoubtedly inhabited by a wizard, who was uprooting goblins in a circle of low stone gardens, and throwing out of the garden one by one the little goblins who were screaming mischief, sweating profusely, ignoring the two of them, as if it were not uncommon for strange visitors to appear here.

That's it Ning An and Pani? Starr walked a little further, and after two street crossings, he saw a stone house with a sign in front of the door with wine glasses painted on it.

"It's a tavern—" cried Pani, who flew faster than Ning An, and was naturally freezing, and at this moment he saw the smoke rising from the stone chimney of the house, and he thought that there must be a bonfire burning inside, and he couldn't wait to go in and warm up.

Ning An didn't object, nodded, and the two of them went up a small hill together, and came to the outside of the stone house, this stone house is not big, and there is a plaque hanging at the front door, writing something in French, Ning An is too lazy to look at it, and there is a circle of chicken circles next to it, and a few big white roosters are clucking and pecking inside.

This made the handbag that Pani was carrying tremble, and it seemed that Sephine was very uncomfortable.

The snake and the chicken didn't seem to deal with each other, and Ning An didn't care about these little things, so he pushed open the door of the tavern - "Jingle Bell"

There were also wind chimes bolted to the door, and a light and pleasant sound sounded, and the two Shi Shiran walked into the house.

The red light of the fire reflected the room, the slight "beep" of firewood in the fireplace, and in the center of the tavern was a long stone bar dotted with small brown wood tables, each with four or five round stools.

At the moment, there were only two or three people at the table, and there were two people sitting on the high stool next to the bar, and when Ning An and the others came in, people's eyes were focused, but they dispersed in just two seconds, and no one was interested in paying attention to some guys they didn't know.

Ning An and Pani were so happy, they put the broom in their hands on the shelf next to the door where the flying broom was specially placed, and slowly walked to the bar, found a high stool and sat on it.

“Qu'est-ce que vous voulez comme boissons？” The chubby bartender came over smiling as he wiped his glass, and then said a word of French to the two of them, but they didn't understand.

Seeing that the two people looked dazed, the fat bartender smiled lightly and changed to English and asked:

"Hey, what do you want to have?"

This time Ning An understood, he originally wanted a glass of butterbeer, but he wasn't sure if there was anything here, and he happened to be a little hungry, so he said directly through the mask:

"A bowl of onion soup - hot - "

The bartender nodded, then gently turned to Pani, waiting for his answer, just then, there was a loud thunderclap outside—"Boom"

What followed was the light and crisp crash of the raindrops on the stones, "Boom-boom-"

The heavy rain came as scheduled, and Ning An couldn't help but sigh that he was lucky, and he had to make a decision to come to this village early, so he didn't get drenched in soup.

Pani rubbed his hands, saw that Ning An ordered onion soup, and also felt a little hungry, so he said to the bartender:

"Is there any mixed fish soup here? And I'd like some ground meat—"

The bartender nodded happily

"Of course, you're traveling? - It's your first time in Conn Village, this is your brother? ”

Pani saw that Ning An didn't speak, so he smiled and talked to the bartender for a few words and left him perfunctory, just about to turn his head sideways and discuss with Ning An, but he didn't think that there was a sound on the left, and when he turned around, he saw two drunk men with empty wine bottles leaning over.

"Hey...... Hey hi – you...... You guys...... Englishman? "This is a curly-haired wizard, who seems to have drunk too much, and he can't make his words clear when his tongue curls and spits out.

The tall, thin man in the top hat behind him was a little stronger, and although his eyes were hazy, he was still sober, and he smiled at Pani and said hello.

"Oh-yes, we're from London-"

"Oh-London, what a coincidence-" The curly-haired wizard jumped out of joy as if he was half-asleep, and he grabbed Pani's hand and did not let go, desperately introducing himself

"Martin! Martin? Mulder! He patted his chest and said slightly depressed, "Working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation—"

As he spoke, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, as if he was very dissatisfied with this, and the tall thin wizard behind him smiled bitterly and continued:

"Alan? Kruger, also in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, is ...... by the Standards Association for Magical Trade You know......"

"Ah...... Yes...... Yes is it ......" Parney hurriedly nodded with a look of understanding, in fact, he couldn't say it in his heart, he didn't expect to meet a wizard who worked in the Ministry of Magic here, but fortunately, the two were not Aurors, and they were drunk again.

Turning his head to look at Ning An, seeing that he still didn't react, Pani had no choice but to turn around and continue to perfunctory:

"Peter? Weinberg—it's nice to meet you—" He casually broke the name of a classmate who had been at school, and then pointed to Ning An behind him, and said:

"This is Philip, my brother, who is currently planning to travel the world with me—"

Although there is no way to explain why the two brothers have black hair and blonde hair, Ning An is also wearing a mask anyway, and these two guys may not be able to see clearly when they are drunk.

The two drunks seemed to be very close to Pani, and Pani was just perfunctory to them, but they pulled Pani to vomit bitterness, just at this time the bartender slowly walked from behind the table, brought a steaming bowl of French onion soup to Ning An, and handed a plate of potato baked beef ground meat and mixed fish soup to Pani.

Seeing that they were chatting eagerly, the bartender did not come up to interject, but silently ran to the other side to wipe the glass, and I am afraid that no one will come again when it is raining heavily, so he just took advantage of this time to wipe the cup clean.

Parney was dragged and couldn't be idle, the curly-haired Martin? Mott seemed to be most depressed, and he leaned on the bar with an empty wine bottle and complained to Pani sadly:

Peter...... Can you travel around...... World...... This is ...... Awesome," he said, belching

"Damn it...... Crucible Trade Agreement...... I've had to stay in ...... for the last few months. Here...... Quidditch...... Tickets for the World Cup...... I finally asked someone to buy it...... Ireland ......"

Martin seemed to be intrigued by Ning An when he said this, he put down the spoon, leaned over a little and asked in a curious tone:

"Do you have a ticket to the World Cup? That's great? If you can't go, can you transfer it to my brother and me, we're both big fans of the Irish team. ”