My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 79 Performance Artists on the Streets of Paris
"Where are we?"

Tom really deserves to be a talented player in the wizarding world. After only two Apparitions, he is completely adapted. He is standing in front of a magnificent building with both Roman and Baroque styles. French citizens in luxurious dresses are in this splendid building. There was a long queue in front of the building, and faint singing came from the building.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Paris Opera House." Nelson raised his head and looked around at the ladies and ladies who were chatting with fans and covering their mouths, and the gentlemen who were smoking together on the street corner not far away, France and Germany It is only separated by a Rhine River, but the air on both sides is completely different, and it is completely a scene of singing and dancing.

"So the Paris Opera House is far from the hiding place? Where's the old man with the scar?" Tom rubbed his hands together and let out a white breath, "Do you want to ask for directions? I think everyone here speaks French. "

"He probably Apparated us and left." Nelson felt a bit of a headache. "Do you speak French?"

"Who speaks French?"

"Yes."

"Do you speak French?"

"I won't, will you?"

Nelson shook his head, throwing something odd behind him, recalling the Raiders he had done before he left London.

"I remember going in through a statue." Nelson frowned and recalled, "It seems to be an ancient Greek priestess Pitia on the streets of Paris."

"It's great," Tom wanted to applaud. He waved his hand. Nelson followed his movements and saw hundreds of ancient sculptures on both sides of the street. They had different themes, different expressions, different techniques, and different materials. , all have extraordinary aesthetic value, and the only thing they have in common is that neither Nelson nor Tom know who they are.

"Ah this..." Nelson took out two hats from his pocket, put the soft felt hat on his head, and handed the other newsboy hat to Tom, "It's a bit cold, this was originally for Christian, you first Wear it."

"Yeah." Tom took the hat and looked at Nelson's coat. "Did you put a Traceless Stretch Charm on your pockets too?"

"Although it is a little heavier, I have to admit that it is very practical." Nelson took out the cane again, held it in his hand, and perfectly integrated into the crowd of people who came to enjoy the opera.

"Good morning, sir!" He stopped a young man who was in a hurry, and while recalling the lack of French vocabulary in his mind, he pointed to a statue on the side of the road and asked, "Pitia, what's the matter? Walk?"

The young man stopped and seemed to see his identity as a foreigner, and danced to show him the way. I have to say that French and English still have a lot in common. Nelson heard that the passerby seemed to be enthusiastic. Show him the way, but he really doesn't understand what he's saying.

"Thank you." He had run out of French vocabulary, so he took off his hat and nodded, and walked to the curb with Tom.

"Since it's a magic statue, we just need to check one by one."

"How to check?"

"Say hello and see if it will move?" Nelson pondered for a moment. "There are many magical statues at Hogwarts that can communicate with each other. In this case, I think..."

"Okay." Tom shrugged and walked to the nearest statue.

……

"Is that the Eiffel Tower?" The two had walked halfway through the block, holding crepes bought from the roadside in sign language, greeting the roadside statues like two neurotic patients, and were happy along the way. Great, now they have got rid of the high gate wall of the Paris Opera House, and can see the world's tallest building - the Eiffel Tower on the Champ de Mars from the gaps between the low buildings in Paris, "Seriously, in the In my imagination, [-] to [-] percent of French people can speak English."

"Yes, it's really tall, this kind of completely symmetrical building is really pleasing to the eye." Nelson couldn't help but admire that although Nurmengard's tower was much higher than it, it was a magical creation after all, and The Eiffel Tower was completely designed and built by Muggles. It is the great crystallization of modern science in architecture. He looked at the gleaming steel minaret under the twilight with enjoyment, and said, "But the actual situation is often different from ours. Imagine the opposite."

"That's right." Tom asked as he walked to the next statue where he couldn't tell who it was, and tapped the little man's leg in silk stockings, "Hello, are you Pythia, the ancient Greek priest?"

Paris may be the most artistic city in the world. For hundreds of thousands of years, countless artists have emerged here. These artists are not only painters, sculptors, singers, playwrights, writers, poets and other more traditional categories. In addition to this, there are also some emerging performance artists. These incomprehensible avant-garde art have greatly expanded the Parisians' cognition of art and increased their tolerance for things related to art. The understanding of the bottom line of art is simply incredible, such as now——

Several gentlemen in formal attire and carrying a civilized stick in their hands were standing beside Tom and watching him admiringly, and one was clapping with his stick, explaining something to his companions next to him, and seemed to have turned his attention to the roadside. Sculpture Greeting Tom As an emerging performance artist, the stare made Tom uncomfortable and his movements stiffened.

"Are they sick?" Tom whispered to Nelson. "Is there a judicial interpretation of this situation in the secrecy laws? If they make me feel bad, can I use my wand in self-defense?"

"I don't think so, Tom." Nelson suppressed a smile, shook his head, and suddenly heard a shout in English behind him:

"Look here, gentlemen!" Someone seemed to be taking pictures.

The two turned their heads in surprise, as if they had met old friends in a foreign land, but they were blinded by the spotlight for a moment, and the camera turned out to be aimed at them.

"Great! Great!" The man with the camera around his neck trotted closer to them, "You really are British."

"What?" Nelson rubbed his eyes, feeling that the city was a little crazy.

"Are you this gentleman's agent? I'm a reporter for the art section of the Paris Daily News." He shook Nelson's arm excitedly. "You look so young! I've followed you all the way! This modern and The fusion of history, the interaction of life and statues is the greatest artwork I have seen this year!"

"?" Nelson's whole face wrinkled, "What are you talking about?"

"What name do you want to name your work?" The reporter took out a small notebook from the pocket of his vest, picked up the pen tucked behind his ear, and began to write straight.

"Do you know where the statue of Priestess Pythia is?" Although they didn't seem to communicate on a channel, Nelson took the chance when they finally met someone who spoke English.

"It's the street behind the Paris Opera House, at the crossroads." The reporter quickly recorded in a small notebook, looking up and asking, "How about 'Looking for Pythia'? The ancient Greek priestess Pythia I remember she was the priest who conveyed the oracle of Apollo, so what do you want to express is the desire for the sun? What does the sun represent in your work?"

Nelson wanted to leave this crazy place of right and wrong quickly, so he took Tom and walked quickly to the back door of the Paris Opera House, and the reporter followed him all the way to ask questions.

"Do you think the current society is in darkness? I observed that you just visited almost all the sculptures of politicians, but left disappointed. Does this represent your view of the rigid society created by their political ideas? Are you dissatisfied? You also passed by the statue of Apollo himself but ignored him, but in the end you are looking for his priestess. Does this express your thinking about rebelling against the authority of the gods, or..." He patted his head and said excitedly , "I understand, your works actually have a call for equal rights between men and women. A male god is not necessarily better than his priestess. This is really a great work!"

"We are very grateful for your guidance, but could you please stop following us." Nelson stopped and looked at the reporter who was chasing after the alley next to the theater.

"I understand, I understand." The reporter raised his hands to his chest, indicating that he was not malicious, "The amount of information is already huge, I have gained a lot today! But at least tell me your names, such a great work should be given It's an equally great honor for its author."

"I..." Nelson was about to refuse, but when he thought about it, a bit of bad taste filled his heart, he turned around and said seriously, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and his name is Gellert Grind. fertile."

After that, Tom and Tom disappeared at the end of the alley.

"What was that just now?" Standing in front of Pitia's sculpture, while studying the statue, Tom was afraid of the perverted tailwalker just now. Exploding curly hair, is Pitia an African?"

"That person was a reporter just now, and he seemed to treat us looking for sculptures as performance art." Nelson saw the statue of Pitia glaring at Tom secretly, so he stopped Tom, who was about to comment on her clothes, and praised, "I had to Say, Pitia is the most beautiful lady I've ever seen."

"How are we supposed to get in?" Tom whirled around the statue's base.

"Should it go straight in? Like King's Cross?" Nelson tentatively reached out to the base, and his entire arm was swallowed in instantly.

"That's right, let's go in." After that, he pulled Tom and got into the pedestal while the Pitia sculpture didn't respond.

Different from the deserted intersection of the alley and road, the hidden place is an extremely prosperous magical street. At this moment, he is standing in the center of a prosperous rice-shaped intersection, with a huge colorful tent in front of him.

"Who hit me on the head?" Tom slowly landed next to him, covering his head and looking around.

(End of this chapter)