"1870 was exactly one hundred years after 1770, so it counted as a centennial."
In the dining room on the ground floor of the farmhouse, Severus sat at the head of the table and spoke to Lucius and Haji.
"Under normal circumstances, it should have opened again in 1970."
"But nothing happened," Lucius immediately added.
"That was because the metro had opened. Don't forget those two British female teachers. They wandered into that world while touring Versailles on August 10, 1901. On August 10, 1792, the Sans-culottes stormed the Tuileries Palace."
"Unbelievable," Haji murmured.
"The day we entered the Louvre Museum happened to be the summer solstice, and it was also a full moon. That wasn't all. There were living people outside helping those inside. I caught one of them. He threw Senet pieces onto the floor and pretended it was a supernatural phenomenon. Napoleon still has many admirers even now. He has even become synonymous with a form of personally approved dictatorship."
"Unbelievable." Lucius shook his head.
"I... I remember now," Haji said tremblingly. "Part of my memory was blurred. Before that, I was fighting three vampires. When I woke up, I was here."
"I know," Severus said indifferently.
"What do you mean, you know?" Haji asked.
Severus fell silent for a moment. "While we've been talking, your son has been fighting them."
Haji immediately rose to his feet.
"I dealt with one. Your son can handle the rest," Severus said expressionlessly. "He is a warlock, not some wizard living comfortably in a castle and spending all day fooling around. If he didn't have talent in this area, I wouldn't have sought him out."
Haji thought for a moment, then slowly sat back down.
"Your wife knows about it too. She found it hard to accept at first, but