No. 127 Rue de Grenelle, Seventh Arrondissement, Paris, third floor, door on the right. This was the address Claire Bernard had left.
Once everything was ready, Vizet and Luna appeared in a small alley. They left the alley, crossed the road, and arrived in front of a six-story building.
This was a residential area, lined with uniform Haussmannian style buildings. They had the same neat beige limestone façades, black wrought-iron balcony railings, and tall windows.
Taking the cage elevator to the third floor, Vizet and Luna knocked on the door before them.
The person who opened it was Oliver Wood. When he saw the two of them, his brows had already knotted together. "I nearly forgot! You can't cast spells outside school, can you?"
"Here's what we'll do! If anyone from the Magical Law Enforcement Squad comes, just say I did it... I remember the law should work that way. I'll explain the rest!"
"It's all right! Wood, don't worry!" Vizet waved a hand. "Headmaster Dumbledore gave Luna and me permission to cast spells in his capacity as President of the International Confederation of Wizards."
The year before last, when he and Luna had gone to North America, Dumbledore had given them the same permission to avoid unnecessary trouble.
"That's good!" Wood let out a breath of relief and quickly stepped aside to make room for them. "Don't talk outside. Come in!"
It was clear that the Bernard family was well-off. The floor was laid with herringbone parquet hardwood, and the living room had a full set of fabric sofas, a television, a video recorder, and a sound system.
However, in order to draw the Ritual Magic Array, the furniture and appliances had all been moved against the walls, and the carpet in the center of the living room had