Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 365 Professor Dumbledore, what is your relationship with Mr. Grindelwald?

"What's wrong? Did you find an antique you particularly like?"

Fleur looked along Harry's line of sight, her attention immediately focused on the antique shop behind the little girl.

There is an old oil painting and two small sculptures on the shelf facing the door of this antique shop. There is also a string of folk masks hanging at the door, which looks very period.

But then she realized that Harley was actually staring at the little girl's stall.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Seeing how focused Harry's eyes were, Fleur couldn't help but tease:

"Am I wrong? The new champion of the International Wizarding Duel Competition will also like this kind of toy for infants and young children?"

"Gabriel doesn't even play with such childish dolls anymore!"

"Doll? Well, it's really cute."

Harry responded casually and absentmindedly, and quickly walked forward, leaving Fleur alone and messy in the wind.

At this time, Fleur was a little doubtful about life. Harley's hobbies couldn't really be so unique.

Then... shouldn't I also wear makeup more childishly?

Harry didn't know what Fleur was thinking at this time, and she stood still in front of the little girl's stall.

And here, there are two great figures of the Second Era who are well known to Amon, and are also remembered by the extraordinary person in the audience’s path:

The King of Demonic Wolfs, the Demonic Wolf of Destruction, the Demonic Wolf of Night - Fregra;

The god of destruction of demon wolves, the goddess of misfortune - Amanysis.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Professor Dumbledore appeared on time in a house in a wealthy area of ​​Paris.

She blinked, with a hint of cunning in her eyes, and innocence in her voice:

The girl's voice was clear and clearly filled with expectation.

So Harley found an excuse to prevaricate and successfully got over the matter.

"Good morning, two beautiful sisters. Is there anything you need?"

"No need, I'm not interested in this kind of game." Harley shook her head and took the initiative to put the chess pieces in order for Nico.

It was already evening. After enjoying a French feast prepared by the house elves, Harry borrowed two books from Nico's study and then returned to the guest room.

Especially Nico, although he has held the Philosopher's Stone for a long time and can create elixirs to extend his life.

When she heard Professor Dumbledore's voice, Harry stood up politely and said hello to the professor.

"To achieve such a level in less than two hours, I think it would be a great loss for you not to participate in the International Wizard Chess Competition."

"Amazing, really amazing." Nico couldn't help but applaud,

"I remember you started learning chess when you came here after lunch, right?"

Seeing Harley's determination, the little girl swallowed and finally chose to accept the money.

"You will be very busy again during this holiday."

"Really?" Harry suddenly felt a little hopeful,

"Professor, can you tell me some news about this surprise in advance? At least let me be mentally prepared."

Harry patiently sat aside and accompanied him. After all, this kind of opportunity to accompany the elderly is basically experienced once and then lost once.

At the same time, she thought about it carefully and felt that the name of the little girl before was probably just a coincidence.

Furong, who had recovered from her confusion, saw this scene and couldn't help covering her mouth and secretly laughing.

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Professor Dumbledore, who was inexplicably hit, took a long time to open his mouth with difficulty: "I will go to Nurmengard soon."

But he is already very old after all. The elixir of life can extend his life, but it cannot cure diseases and injuries.

"When I grow up, I must go to the top company in France to be a company executive! No, I want to be a CEO!"

Nico, on the other hand, was still leaning lazily on the sofa, just nodded at Dumbledore, and moved his horse smoothly.

"These are my toys. Each one has been cleaned and exposed to the sun for sterilization. They are perfect for accompanying children aged one to three."

If she remembered correctly, Amon's tomb recorded certain existences, and the audience path demigod who once invaded her at the soul level also knew about the existence of many ancient eras.

At this time, the dark night magic mirror was faintly glowing.

But after resuscitating, something seemed to have gone wrong with him, so he disintegrated.

Although the little girl has picked up this brand for a year without any problems, what if it has a strange reaction when it comes into contact with the wizard?

"Harry, you are so respectful to us old people." Nico pointed to his chess pieces, "When you treat old men like me and Dumbledore, just nod as a greeting."

"Speaking of which, Harley, the surprise I mentioned to you is also related to Nurmengard and Grindelwald."

"This should be the gadget I lost a year ago, and today I finally found it."

Dear Dumbledore, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!

"I'm sorry, my beautiful big sister, my mother didn't let me tell my name to strangers, saying that some bad guy played the flute and took me away."

The little girl hesitated for a moment, and after half a minute she whispered:

How could an ordinary little girl survive the initial recovery even if she held a brand with the aura of Source Castle?

So this should all be just a coincidence. Harley put it behind her and stopped paying attention.

"We old guys are different from the people at the Ministry of Magic. We don't pay so much attention to etiquette."

Harley seemed to be interested, and started chatting with the little girl:

"So now, can you tell me your name?"

Nico chuckled, completely focused on his chess game.

"Also...what is the relationship between you two? Why are you always full of nostalgia when you talk to me about Mr. Grindelwald?"

This is Nicolas Flamel's property, a safe house for him, and a place to stay when he is tired after coming to Paris to appreciate art such as music and oil paintings.

The two elderly people have not seen each other offline for nearly a year.

Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting that the little girl in front of him was so skilled.

Therefore, in addition to the necessary walking exercises every day, the old man now chooses to stay in his own manor most of the time to avoid accidents as much as possible.

Professor Dumbledore was a little better, after all, he was only one hundred and thirteen years old.

"I picked up this sign a year ago, but it has a layer of silver paint on it. It's actually not worth anything."

"Of course it's because I want to develop my business awareness in advance." Amanisis raised her head proudly.

"I'm a business genius. Now I can make money by myself and buy new toys!"

"My mother has always told me that you can't take things that are not yours. Since this sign belongs to you, sister, it must be returned to its original owner."

"Then we won't disturb the future CEO's business, come on!"

The smile on Harley's face suddenly became awkward, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

"Isn't he lonely in Nurmengard? Aren't you going to stay with his old man?"

"This money will be used as the storage fee for you to help me keep this precious souvenir." Harley comforted the little girl, "Take it."

"It doesn't matter, I want this brand." Harry took out five one hundred franc bills from his pocket.

"Even so, five hundred francs is too much..."

"If you buy in bulk, I can give you a cheaper price."

Although I have traveled through time, if I really follow the original timeline, based on my limited understanding of those ancient eras, the initial recovery is almost certain.

"It's okay, sister thinks the price is very reasonable." Harley directly pressed the banknotes under the doll in front of the little girl.

When Professor Dumbledore pushed open the door, Harry was playing Muggle chess with Nico.

Harley was not in a hurry to ask about the price of the target item, but instead asked for more information.

"Professor, when are you going to visit Mr. Grindelwald?" Harley's voice sounded extremely sincere at this time.

In addition, this little girl named Amanisis Fregra still holds the brand in Harry's hand that is stained with the flavor of Sefirah... Is it such a coincidence?

Or could this be a coincidence?

However, Harley's face didn't show anything unusual, and she continued to chat with the girl.

She lay on the bed and spread the book in front of her. She seemed to be reading seriously, but most of her attention was actually focused on her pocket.

And Harley must abide by the agreement with Nico and will not tell anyone else about this location without his permission.

Reunited after a long absence, they naturally chatted to their heart's content.

"They only cost five francs each, which is very affordable. It can be said that they are of high quality and low price."

At this time, Furong had been sent home. After all, she didn't know this place.

"Of course," the little girl shouted, "my name is Amanisis Fregra!"

"Long time no see, my dear old friend Nico, and our new Duel Competition champion Harley."

"Hahaha." Nico didn't hide his emotions and laughed loudly.

"Well said, Harley! Albus, Harley is asking you something. Don't you want a reason or an excuse to satisfy the little girl's curiosity?"

However, the little girl seemed to be wary, or had other ideas.

However, Professor Dumbledore firmly rejected Harry's request and said that only the unknown is a surprise.

Although his method of changing the topic was very blunt, Harley's attention was still attracted, or it could be said that she took the initiative to let Professor Dumbledore go.

"Then I can't have it even more." Although the little girl was a little lively before, the expression on her face is now extremely serious.

After putting away the signs, it was almost noon. Harry and Fleur left the flea market and prepared to go to dinner.

<divclass="contentadv">On the way, Furong was curious to study this silver sign. After all, five hundred francs was not a small sum.

"Forehead……"

Harry couldn't help but rub his forehead, pointed at the silver medal on the table and asked,

"Okay then, how do you sell this brand?"

For those old men who are still writing test papers when they are over 150 years old, and can still go to court as judges when they are over 170 years old, he is still a young man.

However, Harry himself didn't understand the actual function of this brand with the aura of Origin Castle, nor did he know whether it was dangerous.

Dumbledore also came over to watch the game with interest, and from time to time he took out a pile of cockroaches from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it with relish.

"This plaque has a very important commemorative value to me. Even if I spend five thousand francs to find it, it is acceptable to me."

"By the way, General."

"Little sister, what's your name?"

The smile on Harley's face froze.

"...Why do you take the initiative to come to the flea market at such a young age?"

When she noticed a customer coming to the door, the little girl immediately put down the silver sign in her hand and jumped down from the chair.

Finally she seemed to have made up her mind and whispered,

"That's definitely not possible." Harley controlled the queen to eat Nico's horse. In addition to the crisis of her own king,

"You and Dumbledore are both my teachers. No matter which country you are in, respecting teachers and respecting morality is the basic principle."

"Speaking of which, I still want to thank you."

As she spoke, the little girl held her chest with her hands and took a step back, looking very alert.

"Have ambition!" Harry subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub the little girl's head, but then remembered that the girl in front of him was not Gabrielle, and she was not that familiar with him, so he lowered his half-raised hand.

But the little girl was only six years old after all, and she soon revealed her purpose:

"But, if you, sister, are willing to buy a product from me, then I can't tell you."

Finally, seeing that the topic had focused on herself, and had already tilted towards the question of who would be the witness if Harley got married in the future, Harley couldn't help it anymore.

In that case, now the creatures on the earth and even in a small half of the universe must use their lives to pay tribute to the initial recovery.

"Of course, if you want to buy antiques, you can also come into the store to have a look. Our ancient oil paintings, folk masks and unique stone carvings are all inexpensive treasures."

"Hmm...this brand?" The little girl hesitated immediately, obviously thinking of something.

"Wait a minute, sister, you didn't pay attention to my products, but you directly asked my name. Your behavior is very suspicious. Are you a bad person with evil intentions?"

"Sister, you can buy any doll you like. I can give you the brand."

There are many differences between the records in Amun's tomb and the memories of the demigods passed by the audience, but they are basically consistent in the confidence of the key figures.

After another two minutes, Nico's king was finally completely checkmated by Harley.

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(ps. After searching for a long time, I couldn’t find the purchasing power of the franc in 1995. If there are any errors in the writing, please be sure to correct me.)

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