Chapter 388: This is France!

Ivan didn't know what to think. This crimson plate was absolutely crazy. It wanted him to go thousands of feet into the sea to find a dead evil god.

He wasn't going to do it; he didn't want to die.

Who was to know if there were other monsters in the depths of the sea besides this dead evil god? That's besides mentioning the sense of terror and oppression from the endless abyss. Just looking at the endless stream of Dementors in front of him, Ivan despised the idea of getting any closer.

In particular, he had yet to study and understand what this nameplate was. It was strange that there was no danger in the strange object left behind by the evil god created by Herpo the Mad.

If he, for example, helped him absorb the essence of the dead evil god, and thus facilitated the resurrection of the evil god in the nameplate, the situation would be terrible!

As time passed, Ivan's soul wandered alone in the depths of the ocean.

When he became bored with the huge octopus in front of him, the crimson nameplate glowed again, and once again he had another strange experience like when he met Pettigrew.

But this time, his soul was quickly returning to his body!

He was finally able to leave here and return to the real world.

The scene in front of him passed quickly, and Ivan, pulled by the nameplate, circled around the huge octopus in the dark sea, then approached its head.

At the deepest part there was a hole in the rock, and Ivan could barely see what appeared to be a sunken city behind it.

Before he could see clearly, everything became distorted.

When he awoke, Ivan did not find himself in gloomy, dark Azkaban; he was now lying in a luxurious room in the classical French style, the mattress underneath was soft and comfortable, and the room was decorated in a noble and elegant aristocratic style.

There was a light scent in the air, which smelled of strawberries.

A string of wind chimes hung from the window and tinkled in the breeze.

In the afternoon, golden sunlight shone through the beautifully decorated windows, radiating warmth afterwards.

The colorful hanging magic lamp was spinning.

Everything today was full of warmth and dreams.

"Where am I and what is this place?" Ivan sat up and said incredulously, "Am I dreaming?"

Everything in front of him was so different from the dark style of Azkaban that Ivan had the unreal feeling of entering a dream.

"This is France!" Sirius' voice sounded behind him.

He came in from the outer sitting room and said with delight, "Thank God, you've finally woken up!"

"How long have I been in a coma?" asked Ivan.

"Almost three days, Dumbledore said you have strange magical markings, but nothing troublesome. He didn't think it was necessary to wake you up by force." Sirius explained, "When the magic in your body dissipates, you will wake up naturally."

Sirius pulled up a chair and sat down next to Ivan.

"What exactly happened? what did you see?" he asked hurriedly.

"The corpse of a terrible monster is in the sea below Azkaban." Ivan sighed and said, "No doubt. It's an evil god as I told you before."

"That thing again?" Sirius frowned, "How could it be in Azkaban, hiding in the depths of the sea?"

"Not the two I saw before, this is a new evil god." Ivan said weakly. "But this is no longer important. He is dead now. All that's left is a corpse that keeps producing Dementors."

Sirius was surprised to hear that Dementors were born this way.

Ivan waved his hand indifferently. Whoever looked at that monster and the newly born Dementors for so long would feel as numb as he did.

"Well, now you should tell me, why did we come to France?" asked Ivan. "And where is Dumbledore?"

"Three days ago, after you passed out, we talked to Peter Pettigrew and asked him about the Voldemort Curse." Sirius sighed and continued, "He told us all about it, but Dumbledore thought the information he had didn't make sense. Voldemort didn't seem to trust him, but he was misleading him, and he didn't tell him the real way to break the Curse."

He looked very disgruntled and shook his fist loudly in the air.

"That idiot Peter used to be like that. He worshipped a great power, but he didn't have the slightest control over discerning truth from lies. He was easily fooled by Voldemort, and got nothing." Sirius said angrily. "James died because of his betrayal. It was never worth it, I never thought there would be such a foolish creature!"

"Since we can't know what this Curse is." Ivan looked again at the circular snake bracelet on his right wrist, "Then there is only one way which is to restore the Philosopher's Stone intact. We should be looking into that."

"Yes, Dumbledore has a clue - he's going to confirm it!" Sirius looked at Ivan. "Before that, he thought it was necessary for his friend to take a look at this Philosopher's Stone, so we got to France first, looking for..."

"The alchemist Nicolas Flamel!" Ivan knew all about him, "He is the last master of alchemy, the wizard who has been recognized as the longest-lived wizard in the wizarding world, the creator of the elixir of life using the Philosopher's Stone, and Dumbledore's partner in alchemy."

Sirius was stunned when he heard Ivan say so much information in one breath, and a smile appeared on his lips, "I knew nothing could be hidden from you."

"Did we find him then?" asked Ivan in a hurry.

"EUREKA! Dumbledore brought us here." Sirius said, "We didn't have to work so hard to come to France. Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenelle Flamel retired from England, but after destroying the Philosopher's Stone two years ago, they decided to spend the rest of their lives in their home country of France."

"So, are we in Nicolas' house right now?" Ivan looked around. The decorating style of this room was too luxurious.

They didn't seem to be in the famous alchemist's house right now. It was like an old aristocratic family or like the mansion of a pure-blooded magician.

"Nicolas Flamel has been living at his alma mater since he returned to France. By the way, he is a professor of potions and alchemy at the school." Sirius paused and continued, "This is Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."