The Trinity of Harry Potter

Potager, who had lost all his magic power, was taken away by the Aurors. His dejected appearance made the guests present very strange.

They didn't know what Kano had done to Potager, and they were very curious.

"This is a backup plan left by Nico. If Potager is stubborn, use it on him."

Dominic explained this, and everyone made a sound of realization.

Since Nico threw this kind of trouble on himself, then it wouldn't be a problem to take the blame for himself.

Kano straightened his clothes and followed the remaining guests to scatter a handful of soil in the tomb.

Dominic represents the French wizarding community, Madame Maxime represents Beauxbatons, and Dumbledore represents the International Association of Magical Unions.

The three of them gave speeches respectively, telling the life stories of Nicoléme and Perenelle.

Six hundred years is too long, but the speeches of the three people were relatively brief.

Probably because the deeds of Mr. and Mrs. Nico are so familiar to everyone, any guest in the audience could talk about them for a long time.

The last session was more private, with those mentioned in Nico's will gathered in the mausoleum hut next to the cemetery.

"...I will donate all the research results to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and 500,000 galleons in gold to the Paris Opera House for daily maintenance and repairs."

Dumbledore took out another small envelope.

"This is for you, Kano."

Cano opened the envelope and found inside it the title deed to the Nicol couple's estate and a letter.

"Little friend Kano, I'm sorry that I couldn't see you in the last moment."

"I know that you have a rich family, so I didn't leave you any belongings. Our couple likes the scenery of this manor very much, and I hope you will also like this gift."

"Also, Dumbledore told me that you discovered Voldemort's Horcrux, but he thought you were immature, so he didn't give you the relevant information."

"In the study room of the manor, there are notes I left, which record the information I know about Horcruxes."

"I wish you peace and happiness in your life."

"Nicholas Flamel/Perenelle."

Carnot closed the letter and left the cemetery of Mr. and Mrs. Nico together with everyone. The remaining work would be completed by officials from the French Ministry of Magic, and the funeral ended here.

"Kano, how many days are left for Christmas vacation, where are you going?" Dumbledore asked.

"This vacation is really... exhausting me physically and mentally." Kano sighed, "Maybe I should go home."

“Aren’t you considering visiting France for a while?”

Kano touched his chin and finally nodded.

"That's right. It's not worth going abroad once after a long time. It's not worth it if you don't take a tour." He said thoughtfully, "There is also the manor that Nico gave me. I have to ask Kreacher to come and get familiar with the environment. After all, in the future

I have to rely on him for daily cleaning.”

However, just as Kano was about to leave, a fat, middle-aged man with a mustache walked forward.

He hugged Kano without any explanation, while Dumbledore stood aside with a smile.

"What a brave boy." The short middle-aged man let go of Kano and patted his shoulder with some difficulty.

"You are..." To be honest, if Kano hadn't seen Dumbledore's reaction, he would have almost punched him.

"I am Fleur's father, Arnold Delacour. Fleur told me what happened in that base. If you hadn't protected her, I really don't know what would have happened." Mr. Delacour said excitedly.

"You may be mistaken. It was Furong who took action first and then got involved in this matter." Kano was a little embarrassed.

"I know my daughter's temper very well. Although you are strong, you are still a child. She will not watch her child being attacked and remain indifferent." Mr. Delacour said proudly.

These two are really father and daughter, with exactly the same thinking patterns.

"You missed Christmas dinner in the dungeon, didn't you? Come to my house tonight."

Mr. Delacour slipped a note to Cano, patted his shoulder warmly again, and walked away.

In the distance, an elegant lady with blond hair smiled and waved to him. Her facial features were quite similar to Fleur's, so she should be Furong's mother.

Kano looked at the piece of paper with the address in his hand with some embarrassment, and Dumbledore took him back to Nico's manor through the portkey.

"Okay, what an unexpected invitation." Kano had no choice but to contact Kreacher and ask him to send him a set of decent clothes.

"Then I'll go back to Hogwarts first. Don't forget to go back to class on time." Dumbledore walked into the fireplace with a smile, and the green flames engulfed his figure.

Kano walked into the study and found a notebook on the table.

Kano wanted to open it and take a look, but thinking about the invitation from the Delacour family in the evening, he decided to take a rest first.

The Delacours returned to their home in the Loire Province and told Fleur what happened at the funeral.

"So, Kano was not injured, but all the Immortals were captured?" Fleur asked tiredly.

"That's right, don't worry now." Mrs. Delacour affirmed with a smile.

Fleur, who was wearing pajamas, nodded subconsciously, got up and went upstairs to catch up on her sleep.

When Kano was killing everyone in the underground base last night, Furong served as a transit point and never rested.

This morning she ran to attend two farewell ceremonies, and she was worried about Kano's final safety, so she kept holding on.

Now that everything was settled, she finally felt relieved and just wanted to sleep until the end of the world.

"I won't eat tonight, mom, you don't have to call me." She walked upstairs with one foot and one foot, "Also, don't let Gabri disturb me, I'm really sleepy."

"That won't do, dear." Mrs. Delacour's voice sounded from behind, "We have guests at home tonight."

"Even if the Minister of Magic is coming, don't call me!"

"The child named Canopus will come in the evening." Mrs. Delacour's voice was still so calm.

Fleur turned her head in surprise and saw her parents smiling, not joking at all.

"How can I meet people like this!" Furong pulled her somewhat dry silver hair and rushed back to her room.

"Wake me up two hours early!"

"I must be dreaming...dreaming..." She threw herself on the bed and fell asleep soon.

"elder sister?"

The youngest child in the family, Gabrielle Delacour, poked her head into her sister's room and was taken downstairs by Mrs. Delacour who came up.

"What's wrong, sister? She kept crying in the house last Christmas, and she's like this again today."

Little Gabrielle, who was only nine years old, was holding a small stuffed bear. Mrs. Delacour smiled and replied: "You are still young, so I can't tell you."

"I'm not young anymore, I'm nine years old!"

Gabrielle emphasized with her hands on her hips, and Mr. Delacour laughed beside her.

"So is sister happy or angry now? It didn't look like sister was angry when she fell asleep just now." Gabri couldn't help but look upstairs.

"Mom doesn't know about this either." Mrs. Delacour showed a mysterious smile.