The Trinity of Harry Potter

Paris France.

Cano and Dumbledore stepped off the plane, and a flight attendant helped old Deng, who had white hair and beard.

"Two gentlemen, I will send you here."

The stewardess said goodbye politely, Kano also said goodbye to her with a smile, and Dumbledore nodded.

"Principal, do you want to do a whole show and I'll push a wheelchair over for you?" Kano teased.

"No, I think my good grandson should be happy to carry me on his back." Dumbledore replied.

The two walked out of the airport and Cano hailed a taxi.

"Passenger, where are you going?" the driver asked in French.

Dumbledore immediately reported an address in French, and the taxi quickly left with an old man and a young man.

In an inconspicuous corner, a man in a long trench coat called an owl and handed it a letter.

Kano and Dumbledore soon came to a dry fountain, and Dumbledore took the lead in stepping into the guardrail.

"Let's go, let's go to the French Ministry of Magic to register." Dumbledore motioned for Cano to follow.

Kano also stepped into the fountain, and the fountain turned into a closed elevator, taking the two of them underground.

The French Ministry of Magic lay before them, a dome of steel and glass, the enchanted glass reflecting the sky.

A large group of guys in long trench coats were waiting for them.

"Oh, I really don't want to see this scene." Dumbledore muttered, with a smile on his face, and hugged the middle-aged man who came up.

"Dumbledore, long time no see, why didn't you come via Floo Network?" the middle-aged man greeted.

"It's been a long time, Dominic. I just wanted to experience the French style again." Dumbledore lied casually. In fact, it was because he wanted to experience the Muggle transportation method. Wizards generally couldn't understand it. This time Cano brought

Him, that allowed him to get his wish.

"This is Canopus Black, who is also one of the governors of Hogwarts. He came with me this time... you know."

Dominic, who had a beard, showed a dumbfounded expression: "No need to hide anything, several Aurors here know about Nico's funeral."

"My ex-ex attended his funeral, and so did my ex. Now that they are both dead, Nico invited me to attend his funeral again."

Dominic shook his head, and even a few of the Aurors behind him couldn't help laughing.

Dumbledore did not laugh: "This time, it might be true."

Dominic's smile froze, and he immediately left the door with Kano and Dumbledore, leading them to a reception room.

"What is true? Dumbledore, is that what I understand?"

"Yes, Dominic Nico is tired. He should have less than a month left to live now."

Dumbledore said calmly, and Dominic was scurrying around like an ant on a hot pot.

"How could it be? He is a living history book and our national treasure. There is a newly rehearsed opera to be performed next month. How could he be willing to die?"

No matter how much the French Minister of Magic, Dominique, couldn't believe it, things couldn't be changed.

At nine o'clock the next morning, a shining silver portkey appeared in front of Cano and Dumbledore. It was an old teapot.

"Nico's invitation has arrived. I'm going to call Dominic." Dumbledore sent a message to Dominic, and he immediately came to the hotel where the two were staying.

The three of them put their hands on the door key, and Kano felt a hook pull on his body, and the three of them disappeared into the room instantly.

They came to the door of an antique French-style courtyard, thinking that this was Nico's retreat.

Dominic had a long face and two dark circles under his eyes, and knocked on the door.

"Honey, there's someone knocking on the door!"

"Go and drive!"

The door clicked open from the inside, and Dominic, Dumbledore and Cano entered the house together.

Nicoléme, who was very thin and had white beard and hair, was staring at his wife Perenelle, who had been with him for more than six hundred years.

"My bones are all loose, and I'm afraid I'll break them if I stand up now."

"I'm not much better, dear." Perenelle put away her wand. It seemed that she had just used a magic spell to open the door.

"Nico, Pere, here we come." Dumbledore greeted his oldest friends.

"Albus, long time no see." Nico took out his wand and pointed at the wine cabinet, "What would you like to drink?"

"Juice is fine. It would be best if it was strawberry juice made by Pei Lei herself."

"I want whiskey." Dominic said bluntly.

"Domi, don't be so angry." Nico said calmly, "This is Mr. Canopus, what do you want to drink?"

"Just like the principal, thank you."

Nico waved his magic wand, and three printed soft chairs appeared behind the three of them. Three drinks flew out of the wine cabinet and landed in front of them.

"Please take a seat, everyone."

Dominic picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Flamel..."

"Call me Nico, we have known each other for many years."

"Nico, have you really decided?"

The old man nodded vigorously, and Kano heard something snap and break. Nico held his neck expressionlessly and drank the drink from the cup.

Kano smelled it, it was a powerful bone-producing spirit.

"As you can see, Domi, when you first came to my house forty years ago, I could still hold you." Nico smiled mockingly, "Now, I'm so fragile that I can't even sneeze.

fracture."

"It's been too long, I've been around for too long."

"But you are Nicoléme. With your intelligence, you can make alchemy items to make your life more comfortable, right?" Dominique became anxious and stood up again.

"Yes, as long as I want, I can solve this problem tonight." Nico nodded again.

"But the decay of the body is not a problem, it just reminds me that it's really time to rest."

"My heart is tired."

Perenelle stretched out her hand to hold her husband, and the two lovers who had been together for hundreds of years looked at each other and smiled.

"Death is not the end, but the beginning of another journey." Nico looked at Dominic with a smile, "My dear, I will accompany me no matter where I go."

Dominic sighed and sat on the chair again.

As the saying goes, a family with an elder is like a treasure. Nicoléme's status in the French magic world is transcendent.

Now the ancestors say they are tired of living, and no one can stop them.

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"Let me think about it, I still have fifteen days of longevity potion," Nico said, "enough for me to arrange my own affairs."

"My will has been written. Please help me execute it."

"As for the funeral, I asked Albus to help me conduct it."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, and Dominic sighed and stood up to leave.

"I'm going to prepare for the funeral."

"Invite as many people as possible to let them see how dead I am. I don't want to have the tomb opened for autopsy again," Nico ordered.

After Dominic left, Nico looked at Canopus, who had been silent.

"Canopus, hello."