"Your Majesty......" Xiwen hadn't heard this for a long time, and the old man sitting on the bed in front of him was not sick and suffering, and his flat eyes showed that he was just gladly accepting the sunset.

After Sivin regained the lost affection of the Nicolame couple because of the Philosopher's Stone, and promised them a wish, their only hope was to die in peace after a year without illness.

Perhaps, it was because he saw that Xiwen had gained a firm foothold in Beauxbatons, and the ancient nobles of Europa led by the Rice family also accepted the existence of Xiwen, of course, the old man believed that Xiwen did not need to support him in the future.

"Are you really ready, you and your wife. Xiwen looked at the old man in front of him, although he had extended his lifespan for more than 600 years by relying on the blood-dripping philosopher's stone, but now he had reached the end.

"Yes. The old man smiled, "This last year is the most pleasant time we have had in hundreds of years, we can finally taste different foods, we can hear the joys and sorrows in the music, and we can feel the birds and flowers."

It felt like Perenal and I had come to an end after a long and tedious journey to finally see the beauty of the mountaintop. ”

He and the old woman held hands tightly, and perhaps even more sad was that they had not been able to feel each other's love for hundreds of years, and now that everything was different.

Nicola May hesitated, then took a deep breath and said something to Sivin......

Xiwen's gaze suddenly locked on him, and then shook his head: "I know, many people are waiting for one last look at you, I'll go first." ”

Xiwen disappeared like this, and even the spatial fluctuation ripples of spatial magic disappeared before he could produce his figure, Nicola May looked at the place where Xiwen left, sighed, and silently stared at the golden irises swaying in the wind on the windowsill, and his thoughts were scattered.

"Teacher, Mr. Dumbledore is here. Catherine, the president of the Pharmacists Association, walked in with red eyes, to say that these people may have some more or less careful thoughts about Nicolame, Catherine is absolutely innocent and hopes that her teacher can continue to live and continue to feel the flavors of the world that she has not felt for hundreds of years.

The old man looked very open, and his warm smile soothed Catherine's sadness: "Please come in." Catherine, this is not like you, Catherine, who is not afraid of the wind and fire, will still cry?"

"Teacher!" Catherine snorted, turning to go out to greet the next guest.

"What a solemn outfit, Albus, are you going to wait until the funeral without changing your clothes? Nicholas said jokingly, Dumbledore was obviously wearing more than his usual white wizard's robes.

Dumbledore tweaked his sleeve with his fingertips, and responded with the same cheerful and somewhat helpless expression: "No way, the British Ministry of Magic heard that I was going to come and arrange a representative position for me, after all, I am still the chief of the Wizengamot, so I can't be too casual." ”

The golden silk thread is just right inlaid in the pure white wizard robe, which not only makes people look clear, but also has a kind of low-key luxury hidden in it. For more information, see the garments of the Patriarchs and the Pope......

"Very beautiful irises. Dumbledore seemed to notice the most vibrant part of the environment, the iris fluttering in the wind on the windowsill, "Golden irises are rare." ”

Nikolai also looked at the irise: "I'm sorry old friend, I can't give this to you, when I die, I want to give it to Catherine, and if she doesn't like it, plant it in Beauxbatons' flower beds." French ......"

After seeing off Dumbledore and Beauxbatons' Headmaster, Lady Maxime, Nicholas declined the remaining requests to visit, and sat quietly on a bench, the pot of golden irises in his hand.

"Catherine, although you have followed me since childhood, in fact I have limited help for you. You don't have to argue, I'm running out of time. He handed the golden iris in his hand to Catherine, "You are the eldest daughter of the Medici family, and you have received a lot of family support, but you have also encountered a lot of troubles. ”

The old man seemed to think for a moment, not knowing whether to say it or not, and finally sighed, and said something in her ear that shocked her, and Catherine felt for a moment that the blood in her whole body rushed to her brain, and not only could she not think, but she could not even move her fingers.

"The Western man who went to Beauxbatons to teach is the legendary Emperor of Europa, yes, the legendary Emperor of France, a very terrible emperor. "In the future, if you have any trouble, you will ask him for help, and your task is to prevent the death of another Frenchman from causing the anger of the emperor." ”

"So, does he know about this?" Catherine said with a pale face and gritted her teeth, only to be answered by her teacher's shake.

"It's a secret that I keep, something that even the General Ghis-Royce doesn't know, and only I, a man who has been emotionless for hundreds of years, can keep this secret. ”

Nicolamay seemed to see the endless void open a door for himself to the world of the dead, and at the door, a man who would always remember him for hundreds of years even if he lost his feelings, the familiar long golden hair, the familiar holy smile.

"Holy Maiden...... Is it already possible...... My mission, is it over? ”

"Alright, Nikolai, you can rest well. Like Mu Chunfeng's words like a voice that had been blurred in his memory for hundreds of years, the light in front of him became more and more brilliant, enveloping the entire space, and even Nicolame's body was gradually assimilated by the light element.

With a smile on his face, Nikolai seemed to be looking at the person in the light and shadow, and seemed to say to himself: "Is it finally possible, can you rest?" That's right. ”

In the summer of 1993, the last known alchemist in France, Nicolamay died at Beauxbatons House. During his long life, he made outstanding contributions to the development of magic and education in France. At the same time, his death also represents the complete transformation of the Dark Ages into a thing of the past that remains only in the historical record.

Legend has it that when the Nicolame couple died, the evening sun shone so brightly that many people believed that God or a saint had come to greet them.