Hermione and Percy were both good students.
But none of them had ever seen the name Jakob Kovalski in the history books.
They didn't know how the amiable old man had been involved in the history of magic.
They only knew from Jonathan Kowalski that he was a respectable baker.
He was cheerful and optimistic.
He was a hundred years old.
"It was the night before Halloween." The corners of Jonathan's mouth curled up slightly.
There was no obvious sadness on his round face, which looked like his grandfather's.
"I made a bet with him on whether he could enjoy a hundred Christmases.
It looked like he lost, but it was not bad.
The Halloween breakfast was bread baked by my brother, Harry.
The taste was not good. "
The name made Hermione's nerves jump. She lowered her head and murmured, "Harry..."
Jonathan stopped talking.
He carefully observed the two passengers in the back seat from the rearview mirror for a while.
He couldn't help but ask, "You are not my fans, but I am not a cultural relic expert.
So... "He gestured with his chin.
"We are almost at my place." How about we go back to our own homes?
But today Hermione had to be tactful. She clenched her fist and looked up. "Mr. Kowalski, why did you give your grandfather so much?"
Why did your grandfather collect so many relics? "This did not sound like an ordinary baker.
Jonathan paused for a moment.
He asked, "You have asked me a lot of questions.
Can I ask you one: Are you interested in the pair of stones?
Or are you interested in my grandfather? "
Hermione was about to say "stones," but she closed her mouth and answered truthfully, "Mr. Kowalski, we can't answer this question. We are looking for a friend, and we don't know whether the clue is with old Mr. Kowalski or in the pile of stones."
Jonathan was silent for a long time before he spoke again. "This sounds strange. By the way, if you don't mind, is your friend Harry? "
Hermione was shocked. Even Percy raised his voice. "You know where Harry is?"
Jonathan slowly parked the car in front of an apartment building and said, "I'm not sure if we are talking about the same Harry, but... maybe you can talk to the Harry I know first."
Looking at the anxious eyes of the two people behind him, Jonathan shrugged. "My brother, Harry Kowalski."
The best-selling author, Mr. Jonathan Kowalski's agent, Jane Hert, had very complicated feelings for him. On the one hand, Jonathan was hardworking, high-quality, and fast. On the other hand, he had a very bad habit. Except for some necessary signing events, Jonathan rarely appeared in public, and even rarely appeared in the sight of his agent. As long as Miss Hert could not catch him after an event, Jonathan was basically uncontactable for the next few months. For example, Miss Hert was now in Jonathan's house, waiting for the author to return.
But this kind of waiting could only be described as a smokescreen. After all, Mr. Kowalski was a cunning rabbit with three burrows.
"My brother's house is a bit messy. Take a seat." Jonathan made a welcoming gesture and let Hermione and Percy into the house. At the same time, he explained, "He moves every two to three days, so he doesn't pack much."
Hermione stood in the middle of the strange props on the floor, the corner of her mouth twitching. "Excuse me, who is your brother?"
"Magician." As Jonathan answered, he stepped over a cabinet that was lying in the hallway for some reason, then pushed open the bedroom door and shouted, "Harry! We have guests! "
Hermione and Percy only heard a crackling sound, and then Jonathan stepped out and said calmly, "He may take a while... Do you guys want Coke?"
While Jonathan was looking for Coke in the fridge, Hermione and Percy cleaned up a small space in the narrow living room and found that the thing full of junk was not a coffee table, but a sofa.
This messy apartment was obviously not as comfortable as Jonathan's villa, but the author sat on the sofa with a Coke and said with a smile, "I especially like to come to Harry's place for inspiration."
Hermione and Percy: "Haha..."
Harry Kowalski walked out half-naked and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't say you could bring friends over." He was still dripping with water as if he had just come out of the water tank.
Jonathan handed him the towel that he had just prepared and said with a smile, "Harry, they're not my friends. They're here to look for their friend Harry."
Harry Kowalski wiped the water and pondered the tongue twister that his brother had said.
Hermione and Percy sized him up. Unlike the blond, round-faced Jonathan, little Kowalski was thin, with black hair and blue eyes. Perhaps it was because his brother had brought strangers into his private space, he looked a little unhappy.
Hermione could not help but stand up and say, "Mr. Kowalski, we would like to ask you something — about the cultural relics donated by Mr. Jacob Kowalski." Before little Kowalski came out, she was full of excitement and nervousness, but after the magician came out, she calmed down — this was not their Harry.
Harry Kowalski looked at her and said, "Call me Harry or Harrison. There are two Mr. Kowalski here."
"… Harrison," Hermione said.
Harrison dried his hair, threw off the towel, and sat down. He picked up a can of Coke next to Jonathan and took a sip. Then he shrugged and said, "Those were grandpa's things. We just donated them."
Percy asked, "Why did you donate them all?"
"Grandpa's will," Harrison said.
"And it just so happened that Mr. Eborn was opening a new museum in New York, so we contacted him and asked if he could accept a batch of stones," Jonathan added.
"So," Hermione concluded. "Before November 1, 1993, Mr. Jacob Kowalski passed away. A month later, Mr. Eborn opened the first museum in New York. You donated the stones according to the old Mr. Kowalski's will … Henry?"
Percy nodded. "This is not a coincidence."
The two brothers frowned. Harrison asked directly, "Why are you asking about this?"
Jonathan pressed his brother's shoulder and said, "They are asking about Harry."
Harrison was puzzled. Jonathan repeated the name with emphasis, "Harry!"
Seeing the hint in his brother's eyes, Harrison suddenly reacted. He then turned to look at the two strange visitors opposite him. "You know him?"
Hermione and Percy nodded uncertainly. "Harry …"
Harrison suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the living room that was barely wide enough to walk. His expression became agitated. "No one knows about this — no one knows the relationship between the pile of stones and him! So you must know him — Harry … "
Hermione was about to nod again when she heard Harrison say, "Harry Houdini!"
"… What?"
Percy was confused and felt that he had walked into the wrong place. Hermione was a little better, but she still asked with difficulty, "Houdini?"
Harrison's face was full of fanaticism. "The world's greatest magician, unparalleled escape artist, maverick intelligence worker — Harry Houdini!"
Yes, that was all Hermione knew about Houdini, so she had to ask awkwardly, "I don't know what Houdini has to do with those stones."
This time it was the Korvaski brothers who were puzzled. "Then what are you looking for?"
Hermione said truthfully, "We are looking for a good friend, his name is Harry."
Harrison still seemed to be immersed in his worship of Houdini. Jonathan calmed down after being stunned. He took a sip of coke and then sighed. "It seems that there are too many Harry Houdini here."
Hermione and Percy murmured in agreement.
One of the Harry Houdini sat down again, kicked his legs impatiently, and said rudely, "I don't know any more people named Harry!"
Hermione quickly recovered from the shock and said sincerely, "But we really want to hear about Harry Houdini." As Percy said, all of this was not a coincidence. They did find a clue, and the person behind it should be the Harry they were looking for.
The Korvaski brothers were silent for a moment and discussed in a low voice for a while. Then Harrison stood up and walked into the bedroom. Jonathan said to Hermione and Percy who were surprised and at a loss, "I don't know where you heard about this, and I don't know who you are, but this matter … this story of my grandfather has been hidden for too long, and it has passed the time limit of silence. So if you are willing to listen, we would like to talk about it."
Hermione and Percy both sat up straight. "We are all ears."
Harrison took out a locked iron box from the bedroom and opened it in front of everyone. There was half a shackle inside. He explained, "This belongs to Harry Houdini."
Hermione nodded to show that she understood. She did not know much about Houdini, but she knew that the magician was especially good at performing escape from shackles.
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