Chapter 1142

The Côte de Nuits is located in the core production area of ​​Burgundy. It is said that this is the most beloved land of God. 24 of Burgundy’s 25 Grand Cru vineyards are located in the Côte des Nuits. It has become the most proud Burgundy producing area.

It stretches for more than 20 kilometers, and the widest part is only 200 meters. Pomona never imagined that French wizards would actually set up the Quidditch pitch in this place.

According to the International Statute of Secrecy, Quidditch should not be seen by Muggles.

Maybe there are a lot of drunks in Burgundy, but not everyone is drunk, and there are such things as cameras.

However, when Pomona came to the "lake" along the rugged forest path, she realized that things might not be what she thought.

This Quidditch field was abandoned, all the stands were decayed, and the lawn on the ground was full of weeds and shrubs because no one took care of it. Obviously, it was impossible for the French team to hold the round of 16 against the German team here.

"Why are they building the arena here?" Pomona said, looking around.

"How do I know." Severus also looked around. "It seems that this place has been abandoned for a while."

"A period of time? I think it's hundreds of years." Pomona used her magic wand to clean out a discolored poster with the words "1831 League Schedule".

"It seems we've found the wrong place, should we go?" Severus asked.

Pomona ignored him.

"It's been so many years." He said impatiently, "What do you think I can do when I see him?"

Pomona put her hand to her lips, motioning Severus to silence, and walked as quietly as possible.

There were fresh footprints on the ground, she had learned from the Aurors that sometimes tracking criminals was like hunting.

They followed the footprints to a place that used to be a restaurant or something.

The shutters were all closed, the door frame was crumbling, and a voice came from inside.

Severus stepped in front of Pomona.

"Can you understand what he said?"

"No," said Pomona, "but I know his voice."

"Is this your new talent again?"

"No." Pomona glared at him. "Are you mocking me?"

He turned to look at her.

"I don't think so." He said calmly.

At this moment, the voices inside suddenly stopped, as if the people inside had noticed them.

"Who's in there?" Severus yelled.

At first no one answered.

Then a boy walked to the door with his hands raised, his eyes full of horror, but he still tried his best to maintain his composure.

"Please... please don't hurt us," the boy said tremblingly. "None of us are in the way."

Pomona thought he looked very familiar.

She walked from behind Severus to the front.

The boy saw her and also showed a deja vu expression.

"Sorry, I think I saw you there," said Pomona.

"He's that vampire's 'blood bag'." Severus said, "I think it's called Simeon."

"Vampire? Giovanni?" Pomona said in surprise. "How did you come to this place?"

"Please help us!" Simeon seemed to recognize them, and immediately begged anxiously, "We have encountered a vampire hunter!"

Pomona was filled with emotions for a moment.

She walked into the dining room and found Giovanni lying half-lying in a corner where the sun could not shine, with blackened blood all over his body.

"Hi, Linda." Giovanni smiled weakly. "Do you like the house I designed for you?"

"You came to France from Italy?" asked Pomona.

"I can't hear you," said Giovanni, "I seem to be under some kind of curse."

At first Pomona thought he had an ear-shrinking spell, but later found that his ears were fine.

At this time Severus came in, he glanced at the anxious Simeon, and walked over in silence.

"It's black magic." Severus checked Giovanni's ear and said, "There's no way to break it with a spell."

"Then what?" Simeon asked.

Severus opened his shapeshifting lizard skin pocket and pulled out a crystal vial containing black powder.

"I can only try. There are many potions that are ineffective or even harmful to vampires' injuries." Severus said slowly to Giovanni, as if intending to let the other party understand what he said by lip-synch.

"Do what you think you ought to do," said Giovanni.

So Severus took a cotton swab, dipped a little of the powder, and stuck it into Giovanni's ear.

"Shouldn't the bleeding be stopped first?" Pomona asked.

"I need news." Severus said as he twirled the swab. "Can you hear me?"

"A little," said Giovanni, "like water in your ear."

"It seems to be working." Severus dipped a little more of the powder on a cotton swab, and walked to the other side of Giovanni, "but I have some bad news for you, and I'm afraid you won't be able to live without it for the rest of your life." It's gone, unless the one who cursed you is dead."

Giovanni laughed, "It seems that I will return to normal after all. Humans can't survive me. What is your powder?"

"The tail of the spinner turtle is ground into powder after drying in the shade. This thing is prohibited and it is difficult to get it. I know a smuggler who can get it for you."

"Spinning turtle? What's that?" Giovanni asked.

"A magical animal in Asia. Chinese wizards like to use the tortoise shell for divination. This kind of tortoise is almost extinct."

Pomona tossed the magic bandage to Severus.

"Just deal with it, we'll leave right away, you, come out with me."

Pomona to Simeon.

The refugee who volunteered to be a Michelin chef went out with Pomona.

"Tell me what happened, and how did you get here?" Pomona asked after she got outside.

"I was about to go out in the morning, and then a group of people appeared at our door. Before I could close the door, they broke in." Simeon seemed to cry in frustration, "Giovanni was attacked by them, He alone was no match for those people, and then he asked me to wait for him in his study, and in his study there was a trophy, which he said was a portkey, and here we are."

"How do you know they're vampire hunters?"

"Not a vampire hunter, why did they hurt Giovanni, he didn't attack anyone, he only drank my blood."

"He has lived for hundreds of years, how do you know he has no other enemies." Pomona reminded him, "Living with a vampire is dangerous. He may lose control and kill you at any time."

"Do you think I don't know? My hometown is going through a war!" Simeon said firmly, "I know that I can live a different life from the past without paying any price."

Pomona had nothing to say.

They didn't have to wait long before Severus treated Giovanni's injury briefly.

"He's not suitable for apparating. We're flying back to the Loire Valley in the hot air balloon we just rode."

"That thing is so conspicuous."

"It is because it is conspicuous that others will not suspect it. Put your invisibility cloak on him."

Pomona immediately covered Giovanni with her pigskin cloak.

"You wait here for me." Severus threw Giovanni to Simeon, and then Disapparated.

"How did you come here?" asked Giovanni.

"We're looking for a venue for the Quidditch World Cup qualifiers, why is this place abandoned?"

"It's the same reason it was built in the first place, Muggles," said Giovanni. "There used to be very few people in this area, and now they're everywhere."

"How did you get discovered by a vampire hunter?"

Pomona asked perplexedly.

Compared with other vampires, Giovanni is very low-key.

As if he was very tired, he leaned on Simeon's shoulder and closed his eyes.

This silence continued until the hot air balloon appeared above everyone's heads.

"There's nowhere to land here! You go up the rope ladder!" said the balloonist, and dropped a ladder.

"Oh, my God." Pomona looked at the crumbling ladder with fear.

She couldn't climb the limp ladder and at the same time use the Levitation Charm to get Giovanni onto the balloon.

Severus climbed down the rope ladder now, and climbed up with her.

"You use the Levitation Charm," Severus whispered in her ear.

"How did you get that pilot here? Imperius?" Pomona asked.

"That's the Unforgivable Curse, it's not worth it!" Severus said as he climbed the rope ladder, "Concentrate, even a vampire will die if he falls from a height."