[HP] Reborn Christian

After I made it clear that I didn't want to take over the position of patriarch, the clansmen came to persuade me, but at that time I was actually disheartened.

During the rebellion of the demon tribe, when gods, humans, and demons were fighting together, Zhu Chi disappeared in a battle. Mo Qing and I searched for him for a long time, but we never saw him alive or dead.But I have always believed that he is not dead, how could such an evildoer like Zhu Chi die so easily!I firmly believe that he didn't die, but went somewhere else, somewhere I couldn't reach.

Really... that bastard Yuchi actually went to a place I couldn't reach.In the past, he would go to the Demon Realm at most. If there, I could go through the barrier to pick him up, but now he has no news at all, and I don’t know where he is. Mo Qing and I tried our best to find him. .I heard that the White Tiger Clan has a kind of spirit search technique, which can directly communicate with the other party through spiritual consciousness and find the specific location of the other party, no matter which world the other party is in.

I know that there are many different time and space in this world at the same time - this is a secret that only the disappeared gods on our continent and the four guardian gods who survived the last scourge know.Different times and spaces have different laws, different times, and different creatures... Every world is separated by an enchantment. With my strength, even if I don't count the price I have to pay for going against the sky, I can't guarantee that I can survive to the end. in the world.

Will he and I never meet again?

Hmm, that's really ironic.Without me, who will deal with the aftermath of the disaster he caused?Without me and Mo Qing, who will help him when he is in danger?Although Zhu Chi is not weak at all, in the eyes of Mo Qing and I, he has always been the one who needs our protection.Maybe letting him go out alone can exercise his ability well, but he still can't let go.

What should I do when protection becomes a habit and I lose the protected object?

I can't get used to a life without Chi Chi.

Zhu Chi, Zhu Chi, if you have the heart, you must give us a message and tell us where you are?The White Tiger Clan has never been down that mountain since the Yaozu rebellion and lived in seclusion again. Mo Qing and I visited there once, but the White Tiger Clan didn't miss the old relationship at all and closed their doors to us.It didn't take long for Mo Qing to go crazy. I went to see the crazy Mo Qing once. He really grew up and became the strongest of the Qinglong clan. Unfortunately, he went crazy.

I still don't know the reason for Mo Qing's madness, but I know that this reason must be related to the Qinglong clan's continuous persecution of him.Mo Qing, like me, actually hates her own race, because it restricts us.Mo Qing, who has always been arrogant and aloof, finally went crazy under the persecution of the elders of the Qinglong clan. He went crazy and killed the former patriarch of Qinglong. less than.In desperation, the patriarchs of the Qinglong clan discussed together and let Mo Qing be the next patriarch. They thought that this would make Mo Qing merciful to their subordinates.

It's ridiculous, Mo Qing wanted to kill those elders a long time ago, but she just kept suppressing this thought and didn't want to get her hands dirty.

As a friend, I went to see Mo Qing who was imprisoned on a mountain by the Qinglong clan. I wanted to wake him up and let him accompany me to continue looking for Zhu Chi, but Mo Qing refused to let me approach him. I think he is real Go crazy.Friends who grew up together don't recognize it anymore.Ah.

When we all thought that Mo Qing was really crazy, one day, a boy suddenly broke into the barrier and approached Mo Qing. I don't know what method the kid used, but Mo Qing was sober!Although the child was almost killed by the crazy Mo Qing.But it's good if Mo Qing wakes up. When he wakes up, I think Zhu Chi will be able to find it too. One day.

Not long after Mo Qing woke up, he also disappeared, the day after the boy who woke him disappeared.

I avoided Qinglong and Xuanwu and went to investigate quietly. Mo Qing and that boy should have gone to another world, but I don't know if they went to the same place.For a guy as strong as Mo Qing, I would never believe that he died without seeing the corpse.Even if it is wiped out, Mo Qing will definitely leave some traces.

The whereabouts of Zhu Chi and Mo Qing are unknown, and I am the only one left here. I don't know whether to say I am lonely or... unwilling.

Yes, they have all left here. In a sense, they are free, and they no longer have to bear the mission that the guardian gods were born to bear, even though human beings no longer believe in the patron saint.Of course, Mo Qing may be the happiest, he has found his most important person, even if he can't find that child in another world, their hearts will always be together, I know that.

There is no distance between the heart and the heart, even if the body is thousands of miles apart, they are always together.

How enviable.

Zhu Chi, I have always had you in my heart, but what about you?Will you find your most cherished existence in another world?Find an existence that you want to protect forever?

I regret it, if I had been holding on to your sleeve tightly, wouldn't you be so far away from me?

Unfortunately, regret is useless.

I went to Daze in the south again to find the white tiger.This time, the white tiger was not able to shut the door for me, because all the white tiger clan was dead!ha!all dead.It's really ironic, Baihu is good at healing, but he doesn't know who wiped out the clan. The four guardian god clans have finally fallen, and this is the beginning of the real decline.

Once the white tiger was wiped out, the remaining three clans began to suspect each other and guard against each other.No matter who did this genocide and what the other party's purpose was, the other three clans would all be affected.The white tiger is destroyed, and the power of the other three tribes is out of balance.The meaning of the patron saint of the four directions is to protect the four directions. Now that one party is missing, how can we protect it?

I am very curious about who is so capable of killing the white tiger. After all, the white tiger is also a race of gods, and there are not many people who can kill gods.Killing God is punished by God.

Secretly investigating, I finally touched the truth of the matter.

In the final analysis, it was just a game set up by a person hundreds of years ago.

200 years ago, a man named Mo Zhiyin was seriously injured and almost lost his life by the head of the White Tiger clan at that time.So Mo Zhiyin retaliated against Baihu.First of all, when the demigods, humans, and monsters fought in a melee, the monsters used the monsters to severely injure the white tiger, so that the white tigers never left the southern Daze to join the battle in the central battlefield of the mainland.After the war, he planned to provoke the relationship between the demigod Bai clan and the Baihu clan, and then arranged to kill many people from the Bai clan and Xuan clan, and then blamed Baihu.The seeds of hatred were planted and germinated in the hearts of the Bai and Xuan clansmen.The people of the two races have been hunting the white tiger secretly, which eventually led to the extermination of the white tiger.

You must know that a young white tiger cannot transform into a human being, it just looks like a cub, and a white tiger that has lived in seclusion for many years is used to life in the mountains and forests, even an adult white tiger always appears in the form of a tiger.The fur of the white tiger is very expensive. Over time, greedy human beings also began to go to Daze in the south to look for the white tiger. Of course, human beings only thought it was a white tiger. family, but so what?No one will believe it.

The idea that there are no gods, ghosts, or demons in this world has slowly permeated human thinking since the battle between demigods, humans, and demons.Mo Zhiyin used hallucinations to explain to the people the so-called "truth" of various things involving ghosts and ghosts.The power of rumors is extremely powerful. Over time, the human beings who personally participated in the previous melee are dead and old. People in the new area have never seen it before. They began to abandon the ideas of their ancestors and establish a completely independent regime.

The patron saint is no longer believed in and needed by human beings, and the power of the four clans is getting weaker and weaker, so that the white tiger actually survives and destroys the clan.

Conspiracy, I'm glad I didn't offend Mo Zhiyin, that man is too dangerous and narrow-minded.In the few brief contacts with him at the beginning, the only impression I had was that the man was not simple, but I didn't expect his influence to be so great.

I thought there was no more white tigers left, but I didn't want a cub to survive.

Thought there was hope, even though it was a cub, but at last there was something to look forward to.If the cubs are well cultivated, it is not difficult to practice the spirit search technique - as long as the white tiger's spiritual power is high enough to a certain level, the spirit search technique can be used.

I was hopeful and disappointed.The little white tiger was also missing.Said to have jumped off a cliff with his master.

Heck, when did the white tiger recognize the master?like a pet.

However, I am sure that the little white tiger, like Zhu Chi and Mo Qing, just went to another world.I firmly believe.

Zhu Chi, I must find you!I swear in the name of Xuanwu Yi Yuxuan!

49 Mention the Curse Again

After shopping around on the Champs-Elysées, Chris and the others returned to the hotel after buying a bunch of clothes.Little Chris does look aristocratic in his new outfit, when he's not talking, of course. Voldemort was very satisfied with this, probably he had always felt that little Chris was ashamed of him by his dress and behavior, after all, it was rumored that this was the boy his Dark Lord had a crush on.

After a simple dinner, little Chris began to struggle with the problem of sleeping.

For some obvious or unknown reason, little Chris shared a room with Voldemort, and it was a high-class suite with only one bed.That means the two of them will sleep in one bed at night!Merlin, who has the courage to share the same bed with Voldemort?Maybe Nagini would, but Nagini wasn't part of the trip.Or maybe many brave wizards who wished to dedicate their lives to the Dark Lord would, but apparently little Chris would not.

This is really distressing.Little Chris desperately needs a chance to be alone now, he hasn't told Fly about the curse, and... his conjecture, the conjecture about the reason why he came to this time and space.

Although life always makes jokes for him, Little Chris still doesn’t understand why he is so tired, but he never stops moving forward, he will do what he thinks is right, and some things can only be persisted to the end , if he looks back he might lose himself.People always have goals and hope in life, and now the only hope for little Chris is to stay away from the wizard and find out the truth about his rebirth.

"Voldy, where do I sleep?" Little Chris struggled for a long time, thought for a long time, and finally opened his mouth cautiously.

"Chris, if your brain is still normal, you should know where you sleep." Voldemort focused on processing the documents in his hand, without raising his head.

Little Chris suddenly felt like sitting on pins and needles.

"But, there is only one bed..." Although it is a King-size bed, there is absolutely no problem that it cannot fit two people.

"Huh?" Voldemort raised his head, diverting his attention to little Chris. "Would you rather sleep on the couch or the floor?"

"Sofa!" Little Chris gritted his teeth and said firmly.

"That's as you wish." Voldemort didn't feel bad, he lowered his head and continued working.

A sofa is a sofa, at least the sofa in this senior suite is very soft and comfortable. I hope that I won't be stiff and uncomfortable after waking up tomorrow.But anyway, sleeping on the sofa was much more comfortable than sharing the bed with the Dark Lord.

Little Chris sighed and started to straighten the sofa. Voldemort's aura was too strong, just being in the same room with him already made him uncomfortable, even though there were Fly and little Red beside him.

"What's the matter with the curse?" Voldemort's voice sounded suddenly, and little Chris was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. He looked up, but the man was still working with his head down.

"I don't know either." Little Chris replied truthfully.

"Unclear?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"Would you believe me if I said that my wand was entrusted to me in a dream?" Little Chris looked at Voldemort with his eyes wide open, but from the corner of his eyes, he looked at Fly who was resting with his eyes closed.

"Believe it or not is my business, but you have to tell the truth, I thought you knew." Voldemort said in a bad tone.

"To put it simply, there is a spirit sealed in my wand, and he told me that I was cursed." Little Chris thought about his words and told some of the truth.Half-truths are the most believable lies, and Chris Jr. wasn't lying.

"What you said before doesn't seem to be the case." Voldemort's burgundy eyes reflected the pale face of little Chris.

He clearly knew that Voldemort would not believe the obvious perfunctory words before, but he didn't expect Voldemort to bring it up again so soon.Only a few hours?

"You know, that's perfunctory."

"You're not serious now." Voldemort was expressionless, he had no patience to play Tai Chi with little Chris. "If you're smart enough, you should know how to talk. I'm tired now."

"Voldy..." Little Chris narrowed his eyes slightly, the word "tired" hit his heart at once, and he was also tired, very tired. "You are not the only one who is tired."

All of a sudden, there are thousands of thoughts.

Bit by bit, it's all grievances, fatigue, pain and pain, but he can't share it with anyone.Maybe Fly understands him and knows his details, but Fly hides too deeply and can't see through at all. There are also big obstacles in the communication between them. Although there is little Red as a translator now, the problem of language barrier is no longer there. is the problem.

"Dad, what curse have you received?" Little Red asked with wide round eyes.

"'You can't heal, you can only destroy,' so it is said."

"Supposedly? Your wand said it?" Voldemort raised one corner of his lips, not sure whether to believe it or not.

"The body of this wand is made of cherry blossom wood from the far east, and the core of the wand should be the spirit sealed inside. He said that he was originally a ghost living in a cherry blossom tree, but one day a person cut off a branch And forcibly extracted his soul and sealed him in, and then traveled across the ocean to England, and stayed in Ollivander's wand shop until I bought it. According to him, he has existed for at least a thousand years , Although the ability is not strong, but the inspiration is still there, I am cursed, he can feel it."

"Then, what do you mean by using?" Voldemort narrowed his red eyes slightly, full of coercion.

"There must be a reason for being cursed, and it is usually a man-made reason. Since someone gave me such a curse, it must be to achieve a certain purpose through me. I think my birth itself was a conspiracy, and I It was being used from beginning to end."

"But I don't think you have anything worth taking advantage of." Voldemort struck mercilessly.

"That's the problem." Little Chris spread his hands, "I swear to Merlin that I'm being honest now."

"That's right. But what does it have to do with me?" Voldemort was reminding little Chris to keep their respective identities in mind.

"Voldy, you are so unfeeling." Little Chris felt extremely uncomfortable while speaking half-truths and half-truths.He deeply felt his powerlessness and incompetence. "Well, shall we visit the Louvre tomorrow?"

"Your will." Voldemort nodded in agreement.Today, little Chris got a lot of information out of his mouth, and he is very satisfied.He asked about the curse twice within a few hours, and as expected, little Chris let go of his mouth and told the truth—at least half of it was the truth. If he were to deal with the Dark Lord in the same perfunctory manner, little Chris would know his fate.It is undeniable that among young wizards of the same age, little Chris is very easy to communicate with, although more often Voldemort hates the hypocrisy of this precocious little wizard.

"Good night, I'm sleepy." Little Chris wanted to avoid some problems, so he decided to go to bed early and get up early.

"Yeah." Voldemort nodded.

As if he had been pardoned, little Chris glanced at Fly and quickly fell on the sofa, pulling the blanket over his head to cover his head.The high-end suites in this high-end hotel are different. The air conditioner is turned on and the temperature is constant for 24 hours.

Located on the north bank of the Seine in the center of Paris, France, the Louvre covers a large area and has a long history.The pyramid-shaped glass entrance of the Louvre Museum is famous for its unique shape and ingenuity.Little Chris has never been to Paris. As a science student, he has little knowledge of history and humanities, so he almost only knows that there is a Louvre in Paris. There are many famous collections in the Louvre, such as "Mona Lisa". " and " Venus ".

Ever since he learned that he was going to France for a trip, little Chris had been thinking about going to the Louvre, so on the second day after getting Voldemort's approval, he woke up early, even though Voldemort was still sleeping because he was busy with work. The two nocturnal birds have not slept yet.

He held his breath and listened to the movement, and found that Voldemort's breath was steady and long. After that, little Chris cast a silence spell without sound and wand to surround himself and the two monsters who were grooming their feathers and seemed to be going to sleep.

"Fly, what I said last night about the curse... is true. When I fell asleep on the plane to Paris, I was suddenly pulled into a dream with a cherry blossom tree in the background, a silver long The man calling himself Sakura told me that he is a spirit sealed in the wand. Other things are the same as what I said yesterday, and Sakura asked me to help him unlock the seal."

"Fly said he knew, and I'll tell him the specifics in detail later. He said don't take it to heart. Right now, you can't make a correct judgment based on that Sakura's one-sided words."

"Yeah. But, I'm very concerned..." Little Chris paused, "Whether I came to this world by accident or someone's plan."

"Don't think about these shadowless things. Fly said that if there is really a person behind the scenes who is manipulating everything, if he wants to, we will never find out where he is, who he is, and his identity. Purpose. If he has the heart, then one day the truth will come out."

"Yeah. But from the current point of view, the owner of the diary we found in Voldy's manor is the most suspicious." Little Chris understands very well, the feeling of wanting to go home even if he falls into hell and cannot be restored, the best way is to use any means. There is a kind way.

The author has something to say: What Xiong Ba Sang said is quite right, [However, Voldemort quickly forgot about little Chris, after all, Mettley is just a dispensable third-rate pure-blood family...] There is no thorough consideration here. According to what that person said, the Palace of V would definitely deal with little Chris first, but one document is not enough for Klass to get away.I thought about it for a long time when I wrote it, and I only thought that the document could help, but I didn't consider that it was not enough because of V Temple's character and behavior style.

So, please don't carelessly ignore it... This is a fan, the V Palace was destroyed by someone from the very beginning, otherwise, that snake-faced idiot... who would love it ==

In addition, thank you readers for your comments. Although there are some words that I disagree with and feel uncomfortable, I respect your opinions. Everyone has different ideas.But as a psychology student, I really don't know where I am acting too young or your mental age is actually really old. .To be honest, the mental age of a certain person is really more than 30, which has been tested.Well, for now, that's all. .A little too much nonsense.

Finally, there is no list this time, and it is time for someone to review it, so it will not be updated until the 13th... Maybe ==

Happy New Year~Dear everyone~!

50 Louvre

After finally finding an opportunity to tell Fly about the curse, unexpectedly Fly only replied with a few simple words to appease him.But little Chris also knows that he can't be too demanding.

Poor little Chris didn't dare to ask for any kindness.

After sorting out his emotions, little Chris tidied himself up, put on the new clothes he bought yesterday, and knocked on little Lei and Sirius' room door full of joy.

"Morning, Lei." Little Chris smiled and greeted Little Lei, who had just crawled out of the quilt and opened the door for him, who was obviously not awake yet.

"Mm...morning." Xiao Lei rubbed his eyes, the little bun's face and his confused expression were extremely cute, and at this moment, little Chris could understand why Mrs. Black and Narcissa would show such expressions when facing Xiao Lei.

"Ray, hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, and then go down to have breakfast, we are going to visit the Louvre today!" Little Chris's tone was brisk, and his expression was unprecedentedly relaxed and joyful.Seeing such a little Chris, Xiao Lei didn't react for a while.Since the Christmas holidays, little Chris has been very calm, his expression is not much, and the rare smile is also extremely hypocritical.

"Okay." Xiaolei answered blankly, and subconsciously turned around to brush his teeth and change his clothes—the new clothes he bought yesterday.

"Where's Sirius? Are you still sleeping?" Little Chris walked towards Sirius' bed.Xiaolei and Sirius live in a double room with two double beds. The two beds are not far apart. Little Chris sits down on Xiaolei's bed and wakes Sirius up with a moderate volume .

"Sirius, get up, today we are going to visit the Louvre Museum, to see the "Mona Lisa" and "Venus"!" Little Chris was very interested, but Sirius had no interest.

"Don't make noise! ​​It's still early, I want to sleep!"

"Children should get up early and go to bed early, get up and eat quickly! Get ready before Voldy wakes up."

"Who cares about that person! Don't disturb my sleep!" Sirius yelled irritably.

"Sirius, you have to set a good example for Ray." Little Chris acted like a 12-year-old kid, playing tricks.

"Bastard!" Sirius was so entangled that he couldn't sleep, sat up in a rage, and glared at little Chris viciously, "What on earth do you want?! Slytherin is Slytherin, never let others Better off!"

"Get up, brush your teeth, wash your face, and change your clothes! I'll go down first and wait for you at the restaurant." Little Chris was still in a happy mood. Poor kid who has never seen the world, who can be so excited just by visiting the Louvre, it's not like a A guy whose soul has lived for thirty years.

The Louvre is the oldest royal palace in France and one of the oldest and most famous museums in the world.Unlike the grandeur of the Forbidden City, the Louvre is full of classical, modern, romantic and elegant artistic atmosphere from the outside to the inside, and its collection is as many as [-] pieces.It is said that if you want to see all the exhibits displayed in the Louvre, one day is definitely not enough.

Little Chris doesn't know if wizards are in the mood to appreciate Muggle art. He only vaguely remembers that the Malfoy family has a lot of valuable collections. Maybe they appreciate the value of those things?

"Mona Lisa." Little Chris stood in front of the oil painting of "Mona Lisa" and looked up.

I have to say that the aesthetic difference between foreigners and Orientals is too great, and little Chris didn't find Mona Lisa beautiful after watching it for a long time.Look at her figure, look at her facial features, look at her hairstyle... Oh, that's enough, from the perspective of modern people's aesthetics, little Chris really doesn't think Mona Lisa is beautiful.But her eyes that seem to be staring at you from any angle and that mysterious and weird smile are really, quite scary.

Da Vinci is worthy of being a world-renowned artist. His technique is really superb. He used the principle of physical optics to make the smile of Mona Lisa look different in different light and angles.A half-smile, with the corners of the mouth raised slightly. Looking carefully, it turns out that Mona Lisa is not smiling, but the shadow at the corner of her mouth makes her seem to be smiling.

"This painting is very famous." Voldemort stood beside little Chris, also looking at the oil painting.

"Well, people who appreciate art say that Mona Lisa is beautiful, elegant, peaceful and peaceful."

"It's a pity, I don't know how to appreciate it. In my opinion, the Mona Lisa is not as pleasing to the eye as you." Voldemort said generously, so that people who understand art will definitely go crazy and beat others when they hear it.

"Voldy, an aristocrat should have the ability to appreciate art, isn't this the aristocrat's stubborn insistence?" The aristocrats stubbornly insist on inheriting certain traditions, thus losing the ability to innovate and progress.Little Chris didn't know whether the nobility really had to have a certain aesthetic ability, he just asked Voldemort a question about the nobility based on the impression of the movies he had seen in his previous life, "You should know that I didn't have any experience in the Metleys' house. Any aristocratic training and education."

"You should ask Malfoy this question, they are pure nobles, aren't they?"

The two began to mock each other again.

"I don't think she's pretty either. Chris, you're much prettier than her." Xiao Lei Youyou's words immediately stopped the two from choking on each other.Little Chris stared at the "Mona Lisa" with wide eyes, and silently closed his mouth.

He is not beautiful, at most he has a handsome appearance, with an uncanny oriental taste.Ignoring the esoteric question of whether the Mettley family had mixed oriental blood and was unfortunately inherited by him, little Chris resolutely opposed the idea that his skin, which was roughly similar to Mork's, was beautiful.

"I'll go over there and have a look." Little Chris decided not to have the same knowledge as them. It is rare to visit the Louvre. Of course, he must first see the legendary goddess of love and beauty "Venus".

The goddess has a calm expression and a graceful posture. Although I have seen pictures of her in many places in my previous life, I don't feel the shock when I saw it with my own eyes.For things like artwork, you will never appreciate its true and wonderful charm by looking at pictures. Just like a saying commonly used in the treasure appraisal circle, if you want to learn to distinguish true from false, you will be able to see the real thing.

Little Chris was stunned. The image of Venus was not beautiful according to his aesthetic standards, and he couldn't taste the mysterious, tranquil, and gentle beauty of the goddess, but the emotion was clearly conveyed to his brain.

"Mona Lisa's Smile" and "Venus de Milo" cannot be judged solely by personal aesthetics. The kind of touch they bring to people is the charm of their works of art. Where - for a layman like Chris Jr.

"The "Venus", "Mona Lisa" and "The Goddess of Victory", which are known as the three treasures of the world, seem to be the treasures of the Louvre Museum." Voldemort's charming voice was still so charming, but he suddenly The words that came out and the content of the words scared little Chris.

It turns out that the Dark Lord also knows this, and the seemingly ignorant little Chris only knows the first two works of art.

"The Goddess of Victory?"

"The Goddess of Victory of Samothrace, a statue nearly three meters high." Voldemort's explanation was quite general, and little Chris reckoned that he didn't really understand it very well.The DarkLord of the wizarding world knew a little bit of common sense about Muggle art, and little Chris could understand it. It would be incredible if Voldemort really knew this very well.

Voldemort was not the learned lunatic like Kuroro.

"It's strange that Muggles like it. How beautiful is this kind of thing?" Sirius the dog, who followed his parents to the exhibition area where little Chris and Voldemort were, murmured dissatisfiedly to himself.

"Muggle tastes are inherently weird." Xiao Lei also sneered at Muggle aesthetics, "I don't like any of them."

"Hey, don't talk about this here." The head of the Black family coughed dryly and reminded his sons in a low voice. If people make such comments about the exhibits in the museum, they won't laugh at them. The collections here are very precious. .

"Voldy, actually, I want to say where should we go for lunch at noon?" Little Chris, who heard the conversation between the father and son, deeply felt that it was very unwise for him, who doesn't understand art, to visit the Louvre Museum with a few wizards and nobles.When he is rich and free, he will find someone who understands art and come here to visit again.Just take a look at it now, anyway, there are so many exhibits, it is absolutely impossible to see them all at once.

"I told you, it's up to you."

"I wanted to go to the panorama restaurant on the middle floor of the Eiffel Tower, but the waiter in the hotel told me that the seats in that restaurant had to be reserved in advance. I'm not familiar with Paris at all, and those famous restaurants almost all have reservations to get seats..." Xiao Chris is confused.However, the subject was successfully changed.

"Ah! Let's go to the open-air restaurant! There are several open-air restaurants on the Champs-Elysées Avenue, which seem to be pretty good." After thinking for a long time, little Chris also remembered the open-air cafes he saw when he was walking on the Champs-Elysees Avenue, and wanted to have lunch ...I guess I'll have to find another one.

A group of people walked towards the exit of the Louvre, and when they passed by a venue, little Chris suddenly felt palpitations, but just for a moment, he didn't take it seriously, and immediately forgot about it.

After finding a random restaurant on the Champs Elysees Avenue for lunch, they turned to the Sacred Heart Church in Montmartre. In the end, Chris only stayed in the open-air cafe for 1 minute, and then passed by.Their lunch problem could not be solved in the cafe, and it was not time for afternoon tea, and more importantly, Little Chris didn't know if wizards had the habit of drinking afternoon tea.Forgive how much time he actually spends with the Mettleys at the Mettleys, especially since he never eats with them (tears, I forgot if little Chris ever had dinner with the Mettleys, too I don’t know if wizards have the habit of drinking afternoon tea, so don’t get entangled in such details).

In the dark night, crime and conspiracy are hidden under its deep and huge curtain. In a spacious exhibition hall of the Louvre, the bright red light flickers, treacherous and unpredictable.

[Note]: The relevant information in this chapter and the description of some artworks come from Baidu.The rest are personal opinions, please do not take it seriously.

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51 bloodstone

After visiting the Louvre and the Basilica of the Sacred Heart of Montmartre, little Chris was pestered by little Red to talk about what he had seen all day after he returned to the hotel. Little Chris and little Red spoke with gusto while the other listened. Fascinated, Fly closed his eyes and fell asleep. Voldemort was no where to be found.

As the night fell, Fly suddenly spread its wings and flew out of the hotel through the glass on the window. Little Chris was taken aback by Fly's sudden move, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was time for Fly to go out for food. Care, continue chatting with Little Red.

Fly flew all the way, and flew over the Louvre within a few minutes. After circling a few times, it swooped down and went straight through the wall of the building into the inner exhibition hall.

In the spacious exhibition hall, bright red light flickered. Fly landed on the ground in front of the item emitting red light. The dazzling light like a flame suddenly appeared and disappeared in an instant.A tall man with long red hair suddenly appeared in the light.

Fly, no, maybe he should be called Zhu Chi.He stared at the red-emitting object—a pendant inlaid with a large grape-like red stone—and slowly approached. When little Chris came back, he felt strange power fluctuations. According to little Chris’s According to the story, a group of them visited the Louvre and the Sacred Heart of Montmartre today, and there may be something that made little Chris feel that kind of strange power fluctuation, the most likely place is the Louvre, which houses many items museum.