The next morning, William woke up early and looked at Hermione who was sleeping beside him. They spent the night in the grape estate yesterday, and they slept in the tent, and naturally William and Hermione were in the same tent. It seemed that the Grangers and the others had already agreed with William and Hermione. Hermione slept soundly, and William walked out of the tent carefully. After washing, he went to prepare breakfast. It was bought by Phantom.

After breakfast, William sent the Granger family onto the plane. William told Hermione that he would write to her frequently, and Hermione was very sensible. They would meet in another month.

William came to a cafe next to the airport and asked for a cup of coffee. He didn't sleep well last night. At the checkout, he accidentally found something like that coin.

This is a strange coin, with the front engraved with the shape of a dragon, the back is like a bat, the front is white and the back is black.

“What a strange combination.”

William couldn't figure out what the coin was for, but its materials surprised William. The white part was made of mitral and the black part was made of iron manganese. Both metals were very expensive, and a street artist could not give himself such a valuable thing.

"It seems that I can only ask in person." William thought helplessly, no matter what the coin represents.

In the afternoon, William moved to the montmartre district in northern Paris. The old man was next to the fountain sculpture, still playing the piano, but he always closed his eyes. Those who were not sure might think that this was a blind artist.

"Hello," said William

"I'm here to return your stuff, you must have made a mistake last time."

"William Taylor" the old man spoke.

William was stunned for a moment. He actually knew his name! William was wary, but the Taylor family was also a famous noble in the French magic circle. It was not necessarily true that this person wanted to deal with the family through William's business.

"I don't know what your purpose is, but I think you've found the wrong person." William threw the coin into the old man's box and turned around to leave.

"It's possible, the person I'm looking for is also a boy with purple-red hair and amber-colored eyes called scorpion." The old man stopped playing the piano.

William immediately transformed into Longinus, and the old man's words stimulated his nerves. No one knew the identity of the scorpion except himself. This person actually knew his identity.

"Is it Sarah Connor?" William thought. The only person who could think of finding out his identity was Sarah Connor. Sure enough, was it a mistake to send Mark's body back? Will the Black Magic Society reveal its information?

"Who are you? What's your purpose?" William stared at the old man tightly.

"Oh? Did you even take out Longkinus? This is not a sign of maturity," said the old man.

William could no longer calm down. This man had already figured out himself. Ollivando knew the name of his wand, bill, avi, the old man knew, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Irving knew. These people could not betray him, including Ollivando, because a wizard who made a wand regarded fame as more important than life.

How could the person in front of him know everything about him? Now William was full of questions. William put away his wand.

"It seems that we need to talk," William said with a smile.

"Oh huh, little guy, your attitude has changed quickly enough. Please help me clean up your things." The old man said.

William did not make any noise, bent down to help the old man collect things, and by the way he put the black and white coin into the space ring. But the old man saw all this.

"Where are you going now?" William said

"Oh huh, you're more patient, you'll be almost here," the old man said something William couldn't understand.

Just as William was about to ask a question, a bus drove past them. The old man grabbed William's phantom and moved.

They appeared in a study-like place, which is about 30 square meters. There are two rows of bookshelves, a set of tables and chairs, and a small bed. The house is filled with the fragrance of books.

"Now, you can call me a prophet."
Chapter completed!