Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

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That’s right, for Nicolameer, watching opera is the main thing!

"Hello..."

In front of the ticket window, Dumbledore bowed his body and poked his head over.

"...What is the play today? In addition, I'll give me a ticket!"

"...The new play, rock Mozart, is more popular among young people, from fourteen francs to four hundred and ninety-six francs, what seat do you want?"

When Dumbledore heard the ticket seller's question, he took out five hundred francs from his arms and handed them to the ticket seller.

“Best seat, one, thank you…”

The ticket seller looked at Dumbledore with confusion, wonderingly, wasn't it said that this play is something young people love to watch? Why are all these old men here today...

"for you..."

"Thanks!"

After taking the ticket and change, he nodded politely at the ticket seller, concentrated on sensing, and walked into the lively theater along the traces left by magic...

......

‘You are jealous!’

‘I’m jealous?’

On the stage, two actors dressed in bitch-like, wearing fluffy long skirts, tearing their cute pussy under the accompaniment of music...

‘Yes…you keep staring at him…’

‘At least I wasn’t playing with him!’

‘I don’t have one…we just work together…’

‘No, you use him, he treats feelings as sincerely as music, you are not...’

The music sounded, and the two bitch-like girls started to mock each other with the accompaniment of music.

After you scold me, I will appear. After sarcasm, I will also help the other party to speak in harmony. It looks very playful and cute.

In the front row of the theater, an old man who could not tell how old he was, curled up in the seat that was very loose for him, staring at the stage with an unconscious smile on his lips.

For him, if there is something in his long life that he is difficult to let go, besides Pefrell who has been with him for six centuries, there are only these dreamy operas...

‘Nah ~ Nah...’

The people on the stage performed seriously, and the people off the stage missed silently. Perhaps, what he loved was never an opera, but the past that had long passed away...

"...Lame, if I were you, I wouldn't have been wandering around at such an old age..."

A gentle voice came, and accompanied by the sound, Dumbledore was found here following the traces of magic.

"Oh... Albus, why are you here..."

Turning his head and seeing Dumbledore who hadn't met for a long time, Nicolamee's eyes lit up.

"Long time no see... It's really long time no see... how many years have it been..."

“...Fifteen years...”

“Yes, yes!”

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Nicolame nodded quickly and said with a little nostalgia:

"I still remember that you had just become the principal of Hogwarts and brought Mira to Busbaton for communication..."

“...It's Minerva..."

"Yes, yes... it's Minerva... Minerva McGon... a very good witch!"

“…Indeed…Minerva is indeed a very capable assistant!

Thanks to her, I can leave Hogwarts with confidence, without being firmly tied to the school and unable to move like Principal Armando…”

"Well... indeed, having a good assistant can save a lot of trouble... I am also because of Pefrell's presence, so I have the intention to go out and enjoy my leisure time..."

"Speaking of this... is Mrs. Pefrell okay?"

"...Well...not very good... She has suffered from insomnia during this period, so she went to Devon, England to relax..."

"U.K?"

After hearing this news, Dumbledore, who had been immersed in the joy of reunion of his old friends, finally restrained the smile on his face.

"What's wrong? Albus?"

Seeing Dumbledore's loss of composure, Nicolomai frowned and asked. He knew Dumbledore. If something extraordinary hadn't happened, Dumbledore would never have shown such a difficult expression.

"...Frankly speaking, Britain today...is really not a good place..."

ps: Fazar is an opera in 2009. It is highly recommended. You can search on B.com. French rock Mozart - Under the Nine Springs. Two actresses are bitchy, but they are not annoying at all. They are particularly interesting. This song is also the pitfall song of my opera... (The number of words is less than 200, no charge...)