Harry Potter Morning Light

"Take this." Kemilian pushed a piece of parchment with strange symbols on Pomona and Severus.

Pomona recognized the symbol, as did Severus, the Order of the Phoenix spy, it was Albus Dumbledore's symbol, representing the safe house.

"I thought Albus and Nick Flamel were dead." Pomona took what looked like a business card, memorized the address on it, and handed it to Severus.

"After the death of the original Secret Keeper under the Fidelity Curse, everyone who knows the location will automatically be called the Secret Keeper. Don't you know that?" Kemilian looked at Pomona suspiciously.

"This is the address in Paris," Severus said. "You met Nicolas in Paris?"

"The teacher will move to England later, and the things stored in the old house will be moved away. I knew this place when I was moving things." Kemilian said, and took the parchment from Severor Stein held it in his hand and put it in his trouser pocket "Try to think about what you just saw."

Soon she saw Nick Flamel's house, a house that was no different from No. 3 Montmorency Street next door, like a twin brother, except that there were no blackboards with menus on the windows, and the doors and windows were Crooked, as if the Burrow would collapse once the magic wore off.

"Come in quickly," Kemilian said. "It's not safe here."

Pomona and Severus didn't say anything, and followed Kemilian to the crooked wooden door, which wasn't painted with yellow paint like the next door.

They walked into the dimly lit hallway, and they were greeted by a smell of dust and a long time vacancy.

"You said this place is not safe." When the door was closed, Severus asked "What do you mean?"

"Neither Muggles nor wizards really believed that the teacher was dead." Krimian said, "He returned to Paris 400 years after his death, and someone recognized him in an opera house, and later Grindelwald burned Paris again, and the wizarding world also believes that he is still alive. He is afraid of being disturbed, so he has been reclusive. Although he and Perenal do not need food, they need some experimental materials. Sometimes he will Disguising himself, sometimes he takes an apprentice to run errands for him, the less people know about the Philosopher's Stone, the better, and I'm his last student."

"You're lucky." Severus smirked.

"That's what you think." Kemilian said, "The teacher picked me up in the forest. I forgot who I am. Even the name Kemilian was given to me by him."

"Are you a wizard?" Pomona asked.

Kemilian shook his head, "I may be a squib. I can't use many magics that wizards can use. Come here."

Kemilian beckoned to the two of them and walked towards an experiment table. On the table was a crystal ball, just like the one used by witches to tell fortunes.

"I can see your face from here," said Kemilian, "but I can only see part of it. Westminster Abbey is a good landmark, and so is the King's Library."

"And you waited for me there?" Pomona asked.

"The last time I waited for you for six months, this time I waited for two weeks. Compared with sitting on a bench for a whole day, the library is much better, at least indoors, and there is coffee." Kemiri Ann pursed her lips helplessly.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Kemilian didn't answer her question. He passed his hand over the crystal ball, and some glimpses appeared in it.

"The last time I accidentally touched this crystal ball while cleaning, and then you appeared, and then there was a commotion in London. Two weeks ago, this crystal ball started to glow by itself, and you appeared again." Kemiri "Then, there were these images," Ann said.

Pomona also looked at the crystal ball.

The streets were full of burned cars and buildings, people used petrol bombs to attack government buildings and public facilities, and luxury stores were smashed, as if the Paris Commune had happened again.

"This is Paris." As Camillian said, he swiped his hand in front of the crystal ball again, and the scene inside changed again. "This is Dijon."

He stroked again.

"This is Leon."

He stroked again.

"This is Germany."

He stroked again.

"This is Belgium."

"Riots all over Europe?" Severus asked.

"I don't know, sir. The range and time that the crystal ball can predict are limited. It took the teacher seventy years to improve it to what it is now. At the beginning, it could only predict what would happen a day or two later." Kemiri Ann said.

"What happened?" Pomona asked breathlessly.

"I don't know, that's why I'm looking for you, do you have any clues?"

Pomona shook her head.

"You forgot what we did the other day," Severus said. "Maybe it has something to do with Palodo."

"What's that?" Kemilian asked.

"Sun Gold, an alchemical item as magical as the Sorcerer's Stone." Severus said frankly.

Since when did the old bat trust people so easily?

Pomona looked at him in bewilderment, but Severus looked at the crystal ball as if he didn't notice her gaze.

"That's why the French Ministry of Magic is recruiting Aurors now, isn't it? Not for next year's Quidditch World Cup." Severus gazed into the crystal ball.

"I wrote a letter to the French Ministry of Magic, in the name of the teacher." Kemilian said, "I have his usual quill here."

Severus sighed "Know when?"

"Judging from people's clothing, it may be this autumn, or next spring." Kemilian said, "but it will not exceed next autumn at the latest."

"Looks like time is running out," Severus said. "It would be wisest to cooperate."

"The premise is that I want to know your names, who are you?" Kemilian said.

"Edgar and Linda Smith," Severus said.

"I thought the premise of cooperation was honesty."

"You didn't say your full name either."

"I told you, I lost my memory."

"That's a really good excuse."

"Enough." Pomona stopped the two of them from continuing to argue, "The key now is what do we do?"

"We can't change the past, so what about the future?" Severus asked.

"If we are different, maybe what appears in the crystal ball is just an illusion." Kemilian said, "But so far it has not made a mistake, and it even predicted Harry Potter's'death'."

"What else do you know?" Severus asked.

"It's not what I know, it's what it shows me." Kemilian stared at the crystal ball. "It didn't predict the Indonesian tsunami last year."

"Like Sybil's Celestial Eye, it doesn't work at all times." Pomona spread her hands, "Damn prophet."

"At least we can drug Sybil, what about this thing?" Severus looked at the crystal ball with strange eyes.

"This is the only one in the world, you can't dismantle it for research." Kemilian said warily.

"How about I trade with you? That is the masterpiece of another outstanding alchemist."

"No, I think you should go." Kemilian said, "There is nothing here except the crystal ball. The teacher's other inheritance has already been transferred."

"Enough, let's get out of here." Pomona reminded Severus, who was obsessed with acting.

"You should know, don't trust people casually, even if that person appears in the prophecy." Severus stared at Kemilian "Even a 'good person' will change when he is about to face a huge temptation." into a demon."

"How do we get in touch in the future?" Pomona asked. "I know that Nick Flamel has a photo album."

Camillian looked at her.

"who are you?"

"A friend of Albus Dumbledore," said Pomona. "You better not live here. Someone is looking for the Conqueror Diamond."

Kemilian frowned in confusion.

"Every time it appears, there will be bad luck." Pomona touched the black swan pendant on her chest, "It seems that even its name cannot be mentioned."