My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 79

　　 "Where are we?"

Tom is truly a talented player in the wizarding world. After only two Apparitions, he is fully adapted. He is standing in front of a magnificent building with both Roman and Baroque styles. French citizens in luxurious dresses are in this magnificent building. There was a long line 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 shaking their fans and covering their mouths, and the gentlemen who smoked together on the corner of the street not far away, France and Germany. There is only a Rhine River, but the air on both sides of the river is completely different, here is a scene of singing and dancing.

"So is the Paris Opera and the hidden place far away? Where is the scarred old man?" Tom rubbed his hands and let out a cloud of gas. "Ask for directions? I think everyone here speaks French. "

　　 "He may apparate us and then leave." Nelson felt a bit of a headache. "Do you speak French?"

　　 "Who speaks French for serious people?"

"Yup."

　　 "Do you know French?"

　　 "I won't, will you?"

　　 Nelson shook his head, throwing some strange things behind his head, recalling the strategy he had done before leaving London.

　　 "I remember entering the hidden place through a statue." Nelson frowned and recalled, "It seems to be an ancient Greek priestess Pythia on the streets of Paris."

"Awesome," Tom wanted to applaud. He stretched out his hand and waved. Nelson followed his movements and saw hundreds of ancient sculptures on both sides of the street. They had different themes, looks, techniques, and materials. , Both have extraordinary aesthetic value, and the only thing they have in common is that Nelson and Tom don't know who they are.

"Ah..." Nelson took out two hats from his pocket, buttoned the trilby on his head, and handed another newsboy hat to Tom. "It's a bit cold. This was originally bought for Christian. Wear it."

　　 "Yeah." Tom took the hat and looked at Nelson's coat. "Did you also cast a Traceless Stretching Curse on your clothes pocket?"

　　 "Although it's a bit heavy, I have to admit that it's very practical." Nelson took out the cane again, held it in his hand, and perfectly integrated into the team of people who came to enjoy the opera.

"Good morning, sir!" He stopped a young man in a hurry, recalling the lack of French vocabulary in his mind, and pointing to a statue on the side of the road, he gestured and asked, "Pitya, why? go?"

The young man stopped, seemed to see his identity as a foreigner, and showed him the way happily. He had 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 is talking about.

　　 "Thank you." His French vocabulary was used up, so he had to take off his hat and walk to the side of the road with Tom.

　　 "Since it is a magic statue, we only 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 magic statues in Hogwarts that can be communicated. In that case, I think..."

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

"Is that the Eiffel Tower?" The two have already walked half a block, holding crepes bought in sign language from the roadside in their hands, and greeted the roadside statues like two neurotic patients. They were happy along the way. Extremely, at this moment they have got rid of the high gate wall of the Paris Opera House, and can see the tallest building in the world-the Eiffel Tower on the Champ de Mars, from the gaps in the low buildings in Paris. "Really, in In my imagination, 80 to 90% of French people can speak English."

"Yes, it's really tall. This completely symmetrical building is really pleasing to the eye." Nelson couldn't help but admire. Although the tower of Newmontgard is much higher than it, it is a magical creation after all. The Eiffel Tower was completely designed and built by Muggles. It is a great crystallization of modern science in architecture. He enjoys looking at the gleaming steel spires under the glow of dusk, and is amazed. "But the actual situation often differs from ours. Imagine disagreeing."

　　 "That's right." Tom was walking to the next invisible statue, knocking the little man's leg in stockings, and asking, "Hello, are you the ancient Greek priest Pythia?"

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, there are also some emerging performance artists. These unintelligible avant-garde art have greatly expanded the Parisians' cognition of art and increased their tolerance for things that are in touch with art. This city The understanding of the bottom line of art is simply incredible, just like now——

Several gentlemen in formal attire with a civilized stick in his hand are standing beside Tom watching him admiringly, and another is holding his cane malfunctioning while explaining something to his companions who are walking next to him, seeming to have turned to the side of the road. The sculpture greeted Tom as an emerging performance artist. This gaze made Tom feel uncomfortable and made his movements even more rigid.

　　 "Are they sick?" Tom asked Nelson in a low voice, "Is there a judicial explanation for this situation in the secrecy law? If they make me feel uncomfortable, can I use a magic wand for defense?"

　　 "I don't think it will work, Tom." Nelson suppressed a smile, shook his head, and suddenly heard an English shout from behind:

　　 "Gentlemen, look here!" Someone seemed to be taking pictures.

　　 The two turned their heads in surprise. They felt like they had met in a foreign country, but they were dazzled by the spotlight. The camera was directed at them.

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

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

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

　　 "?" Nelson wrinkled his entire face. "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 the vest, picked up the pen behind his ear and worked hard to write it straight.

　　 "Do you know where the statue of Priestess Pythia is?" Although they didn't seem to communicate on a channel, they finally met an English-speaking person, and Nelson seized the opportunity.

"This is the street behind the Paris Opera, at the crossroads." The reporter quickly recorded in a small notebook, while looking up and asked, "How about calling "Look for Pythia"? Ancient Greek priestess Pythia I remember that she was the priest who delivered the Apollo oracle, so what do you want to express is the yearning for the sun? What does the sun represent in your works?"

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

"Do you think that society is in darkness now? I have observed that almost all the sculptures of politicians you have just visited were sculptures of politicians, but they left with disappointment. Does this represent the rigid society you have created for their political ideas? Dissatisfaction? You passed by the statue of Apollo himself but ignored him, but in the end you were looking for his priestess. Does this express your thoughts against the authority of the gods, or..." He slapped his head and said excitedly , "I see, there is actually a call for equal rights between men and women in your works. The male **** is not necessarily better than his priestess. This is really a great work!"

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

　　 "I understand that I understand ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The reporter raised his hands to his chest, indicating that he is not malicious, "The amount of information is already huge, and I have gained so much today! But at least tell me your names. Such a great work should give its author the same great honor. "

"I..." Nelson was about to refuse, but after thinking about it, there was a hint of evil in his heart. He turned and said seriously, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and his name is Gellert Grind fertile."

　　 After talking, he disappeared with Tom at the end of the lane.

"What was that just now?" Standing in front of Pythia's sculpture, Tom was studying the statue while feeling scared by the abnormal tailwalker just now. He raised his hand to the sculpture's hair, and said with a comment. "This With explosive curly hair, is Pityya an African?"

"The man was a reporter just now. He seemed to treat us looking for sculptures as performance art." Nelson glanced at Tom secretly when he saw the statue of Pythia, so he stopped Tom, who was about to comment on her dress, and praised, "I have to Say, Pythia is really the most beautiful lady I have ever seen."

　　 "How should we get in?" Tom circled the base of the statue.

　　 "Should go straight in? Just like King's Cross Station?" Nelson tentatively stretched his hand to the base, and his entire arm was instantly swallowed in.

　　 "That's right, let's go in." After that, he pulled Tom and got into the base before the Pitia sculpture didn't react.

　　 is different from the desertedness of the alleyway. The hidden place is an extremely prosperous magic street. At this moment, he is standing in the middle of a bustling m-shaped intersection, and in front of him is a huge colorful tent.

　　 "Who hit me on the head?" Tom slowly fell to his side, clutching his head and looking around.

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