American TV series World Rescue

London city.

"Is this right here?"

"Yes, this is the departure point from London to Paris."

"It seems there are many people who think the same as us."

Owen glanced around and smiled a little weirdly.

"Of course men think the same thing from eight to eighty years old."

Narcissa glanced at the team, which was almost all men, and said with a hint of ridicule.

"Ahem."

Lucius coughed slightly and said nothing. He went forward to complete the exit formalities and took Owen to a door with a nameplate on it with the word Paris written on it.

"Draco, are you ready?"

"kindness."

Owen took a deep breath. He had not tried Apparition for the time being because of the danger, so he had never experienced the feeling of space teleportation. This kind of door key that teleports from a fixed place to another fixed place was specially refined by an alchemist. The magical props are safe and easy to use, minimizing the risks of phantom disembodiment.

I have only heard of wizards using Apparition to get into trouble, but I have never heard of wizards using Portkeys to get into trouble.

"You'll feel dizzy later, don't worry, we'll always be with you."

Narcissa reminded.

"I know it's the human body's discomfort with space transformation."

Owen nodded and smiled: "I'll be fine."

"Well, just like us, grab the doorknob."

Lucius gestured.

"good."

Owen stepped forward and imitated Narcissa and the others' movements and grabbed the doorknob. As Lucius reminded him, he turned the doorknob. A ray of light flashed and the surrounding space continued to rotate. As he breathed, the space became still again. Owen focused his gaze. Look, they are already in a similar hall.

Unlike the seriousness and rigidity of London, the people coming and going here are much more enthusiastic and lively.

"Welcome to Paris."

After completing the immigration formalities, Narcissa quickly left with two Malfoys, one large and one small, on her left and right amid the welcome of the Parisian girl.

"Are we staying in a hotel or visiting a pureblood family in Paris?"

"Let's go to Mailer Street and find a hotel to stay first. Don't disturb too many people about Draco."

"Right."

Narcissa and Lucius discussed it, came to Mailer Street, found a hotel to settle down, and took Owen to visit Nico Mailer's home.

Because of Nick Mailer's huge influence, the street was named after the couple.

Boom!

Owen and the other two knocked on the door. After a while, the door slowly opened, revealing an old man dressed in white from head to toe. Not to mention his hair, which was the unique white color of the old wizard, and his face was even more pale.

"You are?"

"Hello, Mr. Mailer, I am Lucius Malfoy. This is my wife Narcissa and son Draco. I have taken the liberty to come here to disturb you. I have something to ask of you sir."

Lucius said reservedly.

"Malfoy?"

Nick Mele thought about it and was slightly surprised, but slowly stepped aside: "Come in and talk."

"Thank you."

Before Lucius could speak, Owen quickly stepped forward, supported Mailer, who was trembling as he walked, and said sincerely: "Master Mailer, let me help you."

"hehe."

Nico Mele was startled by Owen's actions, then he guessed what he was doing and laughed dumbly and said, "Thank you very much, kid."

"Master, my name is Draco Malfoy, you can call me Draco."

Owen gently supported Nico Mele.

This is an old man who is over 600 years old. Taking the immortality medicine transformed from the magic stone has kept Mailer alive, but he has also become thinner and thinner. His old arms and legs cannot bear the slightest exertion.

After all, this is the West. How is it possible for mortals to want to live forever without any side effects?

"Oh, Draco, you called me Master?"

Mailer did not reject Owen's kindness. With Owen's support, he slowly walked inside and said casually.

"Yes, Master."

Owen said respectfully: "Although I am only eight years old this year, I have also read various magic classics familiarly. I admire your superb alchemy, master. In my opinion, who is a mysterious person or the most powerful wizard in the world? It’s a false name, only you, the master, can be worthy of being a true legend in the wizarding world!”

Lucius: "..."

Narcissa: "..."

Nick Mellor: "..."

"Master, don't you believe me?"

When Owen saw that Mailer was silent, he said excitedly: "What I said is the truth! Imagine if there is no alchemist like the master, how could anyone have a magic wand? How could there be such a safe and reliable international door key? How could there be such a safe and reliable international door key? A living legend like the Master of Philosopher’s Stone?!”

Apparition and door keys, as well as most of the magic or magic props cast by wizards, will be limited by the wizard's magic level. Even Dumbledore cannot teleport across countries using Apparition.

Transnational level door keys are specially refined by alchemists and do not rely on the magic power of a single wizard, so they are very stable and safe.

"Ahem."

Nico Mele couldn't stand Owen's enthusiasm and coughed lightly: "Draco, do you like alchemy?"

"I like it. No, it should be said that I love it!"

Owen said proudly: "In my opinion, alchemy is the fundamental force that promotes the development of the entire wizarding world, and alchemists are the cutest people..."

"..."

Nico Mele smiled bitterly in his heart. Although he recognized Owen's views on the importance of alchemy, he was not blind enough to agree that the status of alchemists should be infinitely elevated. There is a reason why alchemists have always been unknown.

However, this little boy named Draco Malfoy does have some knowledge...

"Mr. Malfoy, are you here this time?"

"Master, let me do the talking."

Seeing that Lucius was still a little reserved and worried about ruining his own affairs, Owen quickly took over the conversation and said respectfully: "This visit is what I have repeatedly requested. I have always liked alchemy very much, and I beg the master to accept me." , let me understand the true meaning of alchemy, even if you ask me to do odd jobs, I am willing!"

"Job job?"

Narcissa frowned, but with Owen's gesture, she could only suppress the displeasure in her heart. That is to say, she cared too much about Owen, otherwise she would not be unable to figure out the reason.

Is it necessary to do odd jobs in the wizarding world? What chore can’t be solved with the wave of a magic wand? Worst of all, there are house elves!

"this……"

Nico Mele glanced at Lucius and his wife, hesitant.

Although he settled in Paris, he still knew something about the British wizarding world. Naturally, he had no favorable impression of Voldemort and the Death Eaters who specialized in smashing, burning, and killing.

No one could be fooled by Lucius's intermittently eccentric manipulation. It was just that the British Ministry of Magic approved it, so it was hard for others to say anything.

"Call the gods to protect you."

When Owen saw this, without saying a word, he summoned the fire phoenix from the other side. Against the backdrop of the flames, he begged: "Master, will you accept me as your disciple?"

"Hey, this is it?"

As soon as the fire phoenix from the other side appeared, Nico Mele's eyes widened suddenly. He looked at Owen from the left and Lucius from the right, and his expression became a little strange.

The memory goes back decades ago, when a young man summoned a similar guardian beast. Although the young man didn't know his life experience at first, in the end...

"Well, since you like alchemy, come with me for a while."