Theseus's Grandson Has the Surname Lestrange / A Kiss Can Be Interrupted by Gunfire

"Woo!"

The little dolphin, seemingly quite displeased at being rejected, actually dived into the water and sprayed Luna Lovegood with saliva, soaking the blonde girl completely before swishing its tail and sailing away.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Luna Lovegood, looking a little disheveled, frowned helplessly, but then she smiled knowingly.

"Oh, she really had a lot of fun today." Seeing Luna Lovegood enjoying this simple joy in the ordinary world, Harry was just as happy for her.

"Yeah, so if she's happy, you're happy too, right?" Hermione next to her unconsciously wrinkled her little nose. "Didn't you hear what she just said? Because you bought the ice cream, she wouldn't give anyone else a single bite!"

"Hey, are you going to eat this kind of vinegar too?" Harry looked at Hermione, who was throwing a tantrum, amused. "Didn't you eat the ice cream I bought? Can I ask you for a bite? Will you give it to me?"

"Hmph, I won't give it to you." Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry, while deliberately licking a big bite of her ice cream.

"If you won't give it to me... I'll just grab it myself~" Harry grinned mischievously and leaned forward, quickly brushing his lips across Hermione's lips and eating the ice cream right off the girl's mouth.

"You!"

Hermione was shocked that this guy would launch a sneak attack in such a situation, and for a moment she blushed so much that she couldn't lift her head.

"Harry, if you want ice cream too, you can have mine. There's no need to take hers."

At that moment, Luna Lovegood turned around and saw this scene, but instead handed the ice cream she was holding to Harry.

"Don't even try! He won't eat yours!" Seeing Luna Lovegood openly provoking her at this moment, Hermione, whose mind was a little blank, didn't think twice and took a big bite out of Luna Lovegood's ice cream, leaving a particularly deep mark of her front teeth.

"Uh... Hermione, won't your teeth get cold eating like that? And you're probably going to get a stomachache easily..." Harry asked hesitantly.

"Hmm... how did you eat so much? I haven't even had a few bites yet."

Seeing that the cream had obviously shrunk considerably, Luna Lovegood immediately puffed up her cheeks with heartache, and then hurriedly began to lick it off in small bites.

"So... should I feel lucky or unlucky?" Seeing this scene, Harry was speechless.

Oh my god, why did I have to see two girls sharing an ice cream cone?

At that moment, Harry inexplicably felt something starting to knot in his back.

Chapter 252 Theseus's grandson is named Lestrange

The three of them bickered and made a ruckus throughout the park, and the afternoon quickly passed.

As evening approached, Hahelou and his two companions decided to watch the final live performance in the park before returning to the city to participate in the carnival celebration under the Eiffel Tower.

The final show in the theme park is a live-action stage play of about half an hour called "Stealing the Hand of the Mona Lisa," which is obviously inspired by the world-famous "Mona Lisa theft case."

Harry was planning to start a Detective Society for fun next school year, and coincidentally, this stage play would feature actors playing famous detectives from around the world, such as Sherlock Holmes and Hercule Poirot. So they decided to make it the last show in the park.

"That person must be the thief."

As a result, not long after the stage play started, when an actor who looked like a painter just appeared on stage, Luna Lovegood suddenly pointed at him and gave away a spoiler.

"How did you know?" Harry was taken aback by the question.

Just as Harry was wondering, a man sitting on the other side of Luna Lovegood seemed to subconsciously glance over as well.

"I'm just guessing," Luna Lovegood said in her ethereal voice. "I have a feeling he's the last thief."

"You guessed right!" Harry shrugged and exclaimed.

Luna Lovegood was right, because based on Harry's knowledge of this major case, the actor was probably playing 'Vincenzo Perugia,' the Italy thief who stole the Mona Lisa in 1911.

Harry just didn't expect that Luna Lovegood could identify the 'culprit' at first glance without any supporting evidence!

No wonder she used the alias 'The Prophet' when she traveled through time; it turns out she really was just guessing blindly!

"It's almost time, let's go back..."

"Are these three little wizards from Britain going to keep running around?"

After the stage play ended, Harry planned to take the two girls back to the city, but before they could leave, someone stopped them on their way...

And his identity as a wizard was exposed!

The man who stopped them was about thirty years old. His skin was not as fair as that of the native France people, and he was dressed very simply, like an ordinary office worker.

But none of Harry and his two companions dared to make a move at this moment, because this guy was definitely a wizard!

"You were the one who was sitting on my other side just now?" However, just as the atmosphere between them was a little tense, Luna Lovegood recognized the other person immediately.

Just now, when she mentioned 'thief' to Harry, this person turned around and peeked.

"Yes, it's me..."

"And you've probably been following us for a long time." The uninvited guest was about to nod when Luna Lovegood suddenly continued, "I've seen you following us ever since we got off the pirate ship."

"Ha... well, so I've been found out." The man chuckled self-deprecatingly, then suddenly extended his hand to Harry. "You're Harry Granger, right? I didn't expect to run into you here. I'm Corvus Lestrange VI."

"Lestrange?"

This surname immediately alerted Harry, because in the information Scamander had gathered for him, the surname Lestrange represented Death Eater!

"Don't misunderstand, I have absolutely no relation to any branch family in Britain. Besides, I'm not Death Eater, but Auror from the French Ministry of Magic." Seeing Harry's expression change slightly, Corvus knew he had misunderstood, so he quickly explained, "Finally... you just met my grandfather, Theseus Scamander, a few days ago."

"Wait! You said Mr. Scamander is... But why is your last name different?" Hermione couldn't help but be curious after hearing the other person explain his family background.

How can a grandfather and grandson not share the same surname?

"This place isn't very convenient. If you don't mind, how about we go somewhere else?"

Corvus's words sounded like an invitation, but Harry knew that the other party had no intention of letting the three of them refuse.

"Okay." Harry nodded in relief and left the theme park with Corvus.

It was obvious that the other party didn't want the three of them to run around anymore, so they took the initiative to step in and keep an eye on them.

That's true, after all. Harry, Luna, and the other two are all underage wizards, and Luna Lovegood is an illegal immigrant. If Harry were an official of the French Ministry of Magic, he wouldn't allow these three foreign kids to wander around without a guardian either.

It was probably a coincidence that Corvus ran into them, though he may have already been watching them in the city, but he was too embarrassed to make a move because he recognized Harry's identity.

"Then let me lead the way... Also, welcome to Paris, Harry!" Seeing Harry nod, Corvus immediately smiled, took his hand, and then gave him a big hug.

Hmm... same style and intensity as Theseus, they really are grandfather and grandson.

After a brief introduction, Corvus led the three to a deserted water source. Harry and his friends had seen many similar quaint facilities on the streets of Paris.

He even knew that the water source located at Place de Furstenberg in the Sixth District was the entrance to the headquarters of the French Ministry of Magic.

"Grab the side railing of the water dispenser and hold your breath," Corvus demonstrated to the three of them, standing in front of the water dispenser. "Relax, you'll reach your destination soon."

Seeing this, Harry and his two companions followed suit and occupied the other three sides of the water fountain.

"Cough~"

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Corvus coughed lightly, and then saw the tree roots at the base of the water source suddenly break through the soil and form a birdcage-like device or an elevator around everyone.

The device descended instantly, and Harry, his two companions simultaneously experienced a suffocating and weightless sensation. Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, and soon they were back on solid ground.

"We've arrived. Welcome to this Hidden Street in Paris," Corvus introduced to the three. "You can think of this as Diagon Alley in France."

"It's so lively!" *3

The sight that greeted them surprised all three of them. Although Corvus had said that Hidden Street was like Diagon Alley in Britain, the two streets presented completely different atmospheres.

Diagon Alley in London is a purely commercial district, where wizards mainly come and go for shopping and withdrawing money. Their only form of entertainment is probably having a few drinks at the Leaky Cauldron.

But Hidden Street is different. Perhaps because it's National Day, besides the various shops decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, Hidden Street is now filled with countless tourists reveling!

Wizards dressed in all sorts of outlandish costumes sang and danced along the road, constantly greeting, hugging, and even kissing those around them, their faces radiating fiery enthusiasm.

The streets were filled with a variety of performances, and different styles of music rose and fell, creating a festive and joyous atmosphere.

"I think you might be able to experience the passion of France wizards even more deeply here in the Hidden Street," Corvus said to Harry with a smile.

"I guess so..."

Harry responded listlessly, knowing that the other party probably wouldn't allow the three of them to wander around the Eiffel Tower again tonight... unless Harry was willing to bring Corvus, the super third wheel, along as well.

"Well, since we've run into each other, let's have dinner together." Seeing that night had fallen, Corvus invited with a smile, "I think you must be hungry too."

Well, first a handshake and a bear hug, then a dinner invitation— the Scamander Family's hospitality is something Corvus has definitely inherited perfectly!

Chapter 253 Kissing Can Be Interrupted by Gunfire

After five courses of food and several drinks... well, actually no one drank alcohol at this meal.

While France is indeed a country where everyone seems to have wine flowing in their veins, there are clear age restrictions on drinking.

Harry and his two friends were obviously kids under 18 just by looking at them. When they went to a restaurant, Waiter didn't even bring them pre-dinner drinks.

So the dinner ended up being all about eating: grilled oysters, baked snails, steak, foie gras, and caviar. Harry didn't hold back at all when it came to Corvus.

Ugh, serves him right for making me miss watching the fireworks from the Eiffel Tower!

'No matter when, no matter where, if you're willing to look back, I'll always be waiting.'

Listen to that! The Eiffel Tower's symbolism is so perfect for confessing your love!

Harry was already saddened that there was no Ferris wheel in downtown Paris, but now Corvus wouldn't even let him go to the Eiffel Tower.

On Bastille Day, Harry Splinching the malice of France singles towards couples showing affection... He was determined to make up for all his grievances by eating!

"So, why exactly do you have the surname Lestrange?"

After enjoying the last piece of steak, Harry asked about the gap in their diet earlier.

"This is because of my grandmother, Leta Lestrange." Corvus glanced at the high stack of plates on the table with heartache, trying to divert attention with the issue of her background.

"In her generation, the Lestrange Family lost all its male members, including her brother, Corvus Lestrange V. Therefore, when she married my grandfather, he did not allow her to change her surname, and my father, being my grandfather's second son, naturally inherited the Lestrange surname."

"Mr. Scamander, how could you allow such a thing?"

It's clear that Hermione is listening to the Lestrange Family tree as if it were a love story; her eyes are practically sparkling.

Objectively speaking, Theseus does indeed have the qualities of a male protagonist who believes true love conquers all.

After all, although the Western world has always advocated freedom and equality, the tradition of 'women taking their husbands' surnames' remains deeply rooted. Theseus's willingness to take such an unconventional path is truly admirable.

Moreover, his boldness indeed yielded excellent returns. In the France Wizarding World today, the Scamander Family and Lestrange Family are not only behemoths, but also closely related...

Such a strong community of shared interests is simply unshakeable.

"In short, you can now completely trust us, right? The Scamander of France and the Lestrange Family will be your most loyal friends." Corvus elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, while giving Harry a friendly smile.

"Yeah, yeah, I believe you," Harry replied with a mischievous grin. "Especially after this meal, I'm even more convinced."

"Heh, you impudent brat, this meal cost me a whole month's salary!" Corvus chuckled and scolded. "I have something to attend to, so please excuse me. There will be a grand parade in Hidden Street later; you can go and join the fun."

He got up, called the waiter, paid the bill in advance, and prepared to leave.

"Oh, right..." But before leaving, Corvus suddenly turned back to Luna Lovegood, "Miss Lovegood, did you really figure out the thief's identity just by guessing?"

"Hmm." Luna Lovegood nodded casually, seemingly not finding it particularly noteworthy.

"Wow, that's really amazing! It's like being a born Prophet!"

Corvus was surprised for a moment, but said nothing else and left the restaurant.

"Prophet ..." Harry watched the other person's departing figure. He felt that Corvus' expression had seemed somewhat solemn when he mentioned 'Prophet' just now...

"Sure enough, it gets even more lively here at night."

After their meal, Harry, Hermione, and their friends returned to the main street of Hidden Street, where Hermione was surprised to find that there were even more people partying in the streets.

Meanwhile, throughout the streets, many knights in medieval armor were performing duels, and not far away, a group of elegantly dressed noble ladies were dancing gracefully... In addition, Harry and his friends even saw several fire-breathing jugglers across the street!

"That's Black Heliopa?!" Luna Lovegood exclaimed excitedly upon seeing the fire shooting from the performer's mouth.

The 'Black Heliopa' she mentioned was actually a fire spirit; this girl clearly mistook the leaping flames for some kind of Fantastic Beasts that doesn't exist.

"That's just ordinary flame; it's produced by blowing on the tip of the wand after it's been lit."

Harry naturally didn't miss this little trick. Fire-breathing is something many magicians and acrobats in the ordinary world can do, and it's even easier for wizards.

"I need to check!"

Although Harry said that, Luna Lovegood could be quite stubborn when it came to Fantastic Beasts, so she still ran across the street in a flash.

"Luna Lovegood..."