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At the age of twelve, he has long fluffy brown hair and a delicate face that makes people want to take a bite.

Wu Ming tilted his head, I have to admit that the little girl is definitely Lolicon's favorite, and it is not an exaggeration to call it an uncle killer.

It's a pity that Wu Ming's attitude has changed, not perverted.

In the face of a creature like Lori, Wu Ming still had the ability to restrain himself, so he said: "Fortunately, this is the Harry Potter world, and you and I are both magicians." Otherwise, with Lori like this, why don't I worry about being shot! ”

"Nasty!" Hermione gave Wu Ming a roll of his eyes, and the two wandered the streets of Devon, trying their luck to find Nicol Lemay.

Time passed slowly, and a week passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past seven days, Wu Ming and Hermione have walked through countless streets and alleys, and also asked many locals, but still found nothing.

Seek-seek, seek-seek, seek-seek, seek-seek, seek-seek-see

I can't always find memories, I can't find the truth that has been forgotten.

Just like Liu Tianwang's song, it seems that the whole world has forgotten Nicol Lemay except for the name.

After all, the entire Devon County is not big, and although Wu Ming didn't dare to say that he had dug three feet into the ground, he had almost turned it over. In this way, they can't find each other, either Nicol Lemay is not in Devonshire, it is estimated that the other party does not want to be found.

"Uncle, where do you think Nicol Lemay will be?"

Half a month later, standing in front of the windowsill of a hotel, Hermione looked at the pedestrians coming and going below.

Wu Ming held a bottle of beer in his hand, moistened his throat for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just know that if it goes on like this, it is estimated that there will be no hope for a few years." I'm going to try it with magic, and if that doesn't work, we'll have to go home! ”

After drinking a few sips of beer, Wu Ming brought up the washbasin in the small hotel and filled it with clean water.

Hermione watched with great interest, watching Wu Ming dip his right hand into the basin of water, chanting words in his mouth, calling Nicol Lemay's name.

"Nicol Lemay, Nicol Lemay, Nicol Lemay..."

With the continuous calling, the clear water in the basin began to ripple, scattering ripples.

Wu Ming's eyes were fixed on the surface of the water, and just as the surface of the water was about to begin to change, he suddenly felt a palpitation.

"It's... Oh no, get out of the way! ”

... Rumble...

A roar sounded, and the clear water in the basin exploded violently, drenching Wu Ming and Hermione into soup chickens.

The drops of water on their bodies fell to the ground one by one, and the two of them looked very embarrassed.

Hermione looked at the wet clothes on her body and asked in disbelief, "What's the matter, is there something wrong with the magic?" ”

"There's no problem with magic, it's the name that's protected, and it's exactly what I thought!"

Wu Ming wiped the drops of water on his face, according to legend, many powerful beings, their own names and surnames, represent extraordinary power.

For example, in the Harry Potter universe, Voldemort's name is protected.

Everyone who calls this name will be noticed by Voldemort himself, hence the term mystery man.

Apparently, the name Nicol Lemay was also cast with protective magic. Perhaps the protective power in this is not as strong as the gods whose names are hidden, but it still causes a backlash from the magic, blowing up the items used to search.

"Pack our things, it's time for us to go back." Wu Ming sighed and said to Hermione next to him.

"Go back? Not looking for Nicol Lemay? Hermione was a little strange, because through this time of getting along, she knew that Wu Ming was not someone who gave up easily.

"I can't find it, a mage who doesn't want to be found, even if we have been looking for more than ten years, it is impossible to meet each other." Wu Ming shook his head and said, "Go to the room and change clothes, let's go back to Hogwarts." ”

"Oh." Half a month of searching also made Hermione lose patience, and now she was very happy to hear that she was going back.

Hermione went back to her room to change her clothes, and Wu Ming began to pack her things.

Ten minutes later, Hermione, who had changed into a pink coat, and Wu Ming came to the front desk of the hotel, ready to vacate the room.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wu Ming?" The front desk of the hotel was a middle-aged aunt, who first looked at Hermione with a strange gaze, and then asked Wu Ming.

"It's me, what's wrong?" Wu Ming didn't care about such a gaze, and when he brought Hermione to the hotel for the first time, he was almost beaten out by the innkeeper as a pedophile.

However, under the power of magic, all misunderstandings do not exist.

At this time, in front of these ordinary Muggles, Wu Ming and Hermione were a father and daughter. Although it is a little strange for the father and daughter to live in the same room, the room that Wu Ming wants is a suite, leaving not much room for everyone's imagination.

"Mr. Wu Ming, I received two tickets for the opera with your name on them."

The middle-aged aunt leaned down, searched in the drawer for a while, and took out two tickets for the Paris Opera.

Wu Ming took the ticket with some surprise and looked at the label attached to the ticket, which was his name.

"Who sent it?" Wu Ming asked strangely.

The middle-aged aunt shook her head and said in confusion: "I don't know, when I get up in the morning, this ticket is on the table." ”

Hearing this, Wu Ming and Hermione glanced at each other, and there was a bit of solemnity in each other's eyes.

There are many people who are able to put their tickets on the table of the inn without noticing. However, it is not easy to know Wu Ming's itinerary and the exact point where he is.

"Who's looking for me, Nicol Lemay, or the Mystery?"

Wu Ming thought secretly in his heart, and then he smelled a strange smell, as if wafting from the ticket.

Looked down and picked up two tickets, put them on the side of his nose and sniffed.

It was a pungent smell, and although it had faded, it was still reminiscent of gunpowder.

"It's the smell of sulfur..."Hermione on the side also sniffed, and said affirmatively to Wu Ming.

"Yes!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed, put away the two tickets, and said, "Let's go to the Paris Opera, I may guess the identity of this stranger." ”

"Who is it, Nicol Lemay?"

Hermione asked for some reason, and Wu Ming patted his bag and explained: "Nicol Lemay is a real person in reality. He was born in the 13th century, when there were no scientists, so Nicol Lemay was known as an alchemist.

Legend has it that Nicol Lemay was proficient in gunpowder, and because he often worked with gunpowder, he would smell of sulfur. And the Harry Potter book was written by Ms. Rowling. She likes all kinds of legends about Nicol Lemay in real life, which is why she has this character. In this way, there are only two possibilities for the identity of this person, either Nicol Lemay himself or the work of the contractor, and I prefer the former. ”

Wu Ming, for the sake of safety, still sent a signal to Hogwarts in a special way.

After doing all this, Hermione bit her lip and thought for a while, put her small hand on Wu Ming's big hand, and the two of them took a step forward in unison.

... Sou...

Phantom Transfer, Target Paris, France, Opéra Royal Ballet.