Chapter 130: Can’t you just let me go home well?

After coming out of Nicoléme's house, it was almost lunch time.

Wright held the rose scepter in one hand and held Lu Wei's dog leash in the other, strolling casually under the August noon sun. If Wright were allowed to modify his clothing style, passers-by would definitely mistake him for a British gentleman who had traveled through time in the first half of this century.

But it’s not much different now!

Wright was thinking wildly as he walked slowly back to his rental house in the Seventh District from the Luxembourg District.

While going upstairs, Wright also met the old woman who lived upstairs in his house, who was Villita's grandmother.

He was a very kind old man with a wrinkled face and graying silver hair under his turban. Although she has some inconvenience in her legs and feet, which will have a lot of adverse effects on her daily life, she has not been defeated by this difficulty. At the same time, she is also very kind-hearted.

In addition, this grandma is also a very devout Christian. In the first month of living here, Wright would often see her taking Villita with her to pray in a nearby church. But it is precisely because of her belief that this old man has a natural resistance to some weird and evil things.

Therefore, Wright has always been careful about his words and deeds during his contact with her to avoid her discovering his identity as a wizard, so as not to have any negative impact on this kind old man.

However, in recent times, Wright has never seen this grandma and Villita appear together at the same time. Because Villita seemed to still be staying with her mother, missing all day and all night.

Sometimes Wika would break away from her sweet relationship and think about this good friend, but she never saw Villita again this month. Wika even approached Wright, but after Wright gave a clueless expression, she threw herself back into her love.

When she saw Wright leading Lu Wei upstairs, the grandma smiled and said hello to him, and then walked out of the building step by step under Wright's gaze and walked towards the nearby church. past.

Wright originally wanted to help her walk, but she refused with a smile.

"Lu Wei, let's go up." After the grandma completely left his sight, Wright pulled the rope of Lu Wei who was squatting aside and took him back to the room that was about to be withdrawn. In a rental house.

To be honest, Wright didn't have any deliberate plans for today's other itineraries. After finishing lunch and completely repairing the knight chess pieces in the broomstick workshop, Wright once again fell into doing nothing.

There is no doubt that there are actually only two choices that Wright needs to face now: one is to go back to England directly now, and the other is to continue to rest here for a day, and then go back to Diagon Alley and Harry and the others tomorrow. polymerization.

But for some reason, Wright always had a very inexplicable hunch that leaving directly now was not a good choice. It seems that if you leave directly now, you may miss something very important.

"Could it be that Nicolas Flamel specifically wanted to test me?" Wright suddenly had an idea. "If I didn't return to England today, but waited until tomorrow, he would have sent the alchemy workshop over. ?”

But now after returning to the room, Wright didn't even have a living companion to chat with to relieve his boredom, and now he was just talking to himself. Even Lu Wei had returned to the Rose Scepter at this time. It seemed that after being sealed inside in the morning, it liked the environment inside very much.

So Wright's crazy idea just now was destined to get no response.

Seeing the sky gradually darkening outside, Wright secretly made a decision in his heart.

"Since it's already this time, why not go to the Champs Elysées to have a look!"

As mentioned before, the Champs Elysées is France’s Wizarding Shopping Center, and Nicole Flamel specifically recommended Wright to go there. It's just that at that time, Wright was busy filling his stomach and had no idea of ​​dealing with French wizards yet, so he didn't go there during the previous two days of vacation.

Now that he is about to leave France, Wright doesn't know when he will return to France next time. I have been in France for two months, but I have never seen the living environment of French wizards. This always seems a bit strange and pity.

Thinking of this, Wright left home directly and walked in the direction of the address Nicoléme had given before.

The Champs Elysées is not far from Wright's home. It is located in the 6th arrondissement of Paris, close to Place Furstenberg, the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic.

Wright walked out of his home and walked slowly to the Sixth District, taking advantage of the afterglow of the setting sun. But when he was about to arrive at the Champs Elysées, Wright unexpectedly discovered that the surrounding scenery seemed to be becoming more and more familiar.

"Isn't this the neighborhood of Nicoléme's house?" Wright stood on a high step. After looking around, he scratched his hair quite speechlessly.

Fortunately, Wright had thought that Nicole Flamel decided to live in the Luxembourg District because of his love for drama, but he did not expect that it was just for this simple reason.

Facing the steps below Wright is a huge bronze female statue. The statue's right hand is supported by its side, and its left hand is slightly raised to eye level. Its long skirt directly extends half of the body underneath it. The base is covered.

There weren't many pedestrians around, but they weren't particularly few either.

Wright walked down the stairs step by step, and when he was about to reach the statue, the statue turned its head towards Wright. Then, the statue slowly lowered its head, put down its left hand, and lifted a corner of its skirt toward Wright, revealing a base stone wall that was darker than the surrounding stone wall.

Wright sensed the surrounding environment, and before those ordinary people could react, he dived directly into the wall.

The scene inside was much more prosperous than outside. Huge and bright magic fireworks were released in the air. The French wizards crowded together talked loudly under the fireworks, with many languages ​​​​from other countries mixed in. It was a lively scene.

The hawking sounds of shops of all sizes can be heard one after another. While maintaining a certain degree of similarity with the scenery in Diagon Alley, it also exudes its own unique exotic charm.

Since the population of the wizarding world itself is not very large, the development levels of the wizarding communities of Britain and France, separated by a strait, are almost the same. But France itself is one of the most visited countries in the world and is closer to the European continent. Compared with Diagon Alley, the Champs Elysees is more spacious and bright, and there are many more specialties from other countries.

After Wright walked around the Champs Elysees for more than two hours, he returned home with a full load.

When I was lying in bed at night and about to fall asleep, a roaring sound that penetrated the clouds and cracked the rocks came from upstairs.

Wright opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a brilliant starry sky.

Where is my ceiling?