Lawrence didn't catch the Hogwarts Express back to London Station, he hadn't forgotten that he had to attend a funeral, and although he didn't know why Mr. Lemay had invited him, there was one thing he had to do before he could, he took out his remade map and found Peeves, which would be the last time he would use it,

"Hello, I'm here to fulfill my promise," Lawrence raised his left hand, and there was a pattern on his arm made of three colors, of course, this is also very rare to see, ordinary wizards can't see,

"I stopped the heirs of Slytherin." Lawrence said, "I'm going to destroy the map in Peeves' sight."

"I agree, I testify." Peeves replied, the dull lines glowing, and Lawrence tapped the map, the ink on the map began to fade, and then the entire map turned to ashes,

"The contract is over, thank you for your help." Lawrence said, the lines on his left arm disappeared, Peeves actually took off his hat and bowed, and then disappeared behind the wall.

"Huh." Lawrence, who had finished the matter, dragged his suitcase to the gargoyle statue in the principal's office with a relaxed mood.

"Lemon Snow Treasure." After saying the secret words of customs clearance, Lawrence skillfully stepped on the stone steps, but because he was dragging his luggage, he did not step on the stone steps to go up, but waited for the spiral stairs to slowly turn up, the office door was not closed, Dumbledore had obviously been waiting for a while,

"Oh, Lawrence, you're here," Dumbledore smiled, glancing at Lawrence's left arm, "The timing is just right, but I think something happened to me."

"What happened?" Lawrence asked curiously,

"When the time comes, please bring out your invitation." Dumbledore said, Fawkes flapped his wings and stopped on his shoulder, and Lawrence pulled the invitation out of his pocket, "It's almost time, three, two, one."

A suction pulled Lawrence backwards, carrying him off the ground, howling in the wind, Lawrence learned that the invitation was a portkey, and after flying for a long time, he finally stepped on the solid floor again,

"Oh! Lawrence, I haven't seen you in a year, have you?" A loud voice shouted, it was Nicol. Lemay, who wore a bright red robe with a high top hat,

"The accident is," Dumbledore spun around in place and landed, his expression narrow, "The protagonist of the funeral is not dead, what do you think should be done?"

"Gee, that's rare, isn't it?" Nicol. Lemay said as he beckoned them into the venue, and he turned to meet the next group of guests, but Lawrence thought it was a bit strange for him to do this kind of thing, there were not many people in the room, and Dumbledore whispered the identities of each one by one,

"Over at the pool, I think you've met one of them at Christmas, Connelly. Fudge, currently England's Minister of Magic, is flanked by France's Minister of Magic."

"That's the Director of the Auror Bureau of England's Ministry of Magic, Rufus. Scrimgeour, Director of the Enforcement of Magical Law in England – Amelia. Burns, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation in England – Barty. Crouch, I won't tell you much about the French officials," Dumbledore winked at Lawrence, "or they're going to come to me for trouble, and I dare say all the directors of the Ministry of Magic in England want to take you under their command."

"Uh-" Lawrence was a little speechless, he was still early in graduating,

"Oh! "Mr. Delacour, a pure-blood family in France, proud but not discriminatory against Muggles, and everyone in the wizarding world knows that the Delacour family has two beautiful and charming flowers, the older one is about the same age as you, and I think you'll see it later—aha—"

"Olim. Madame Maxim is the head of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the one who follows her is Fleur. Miss Delacour," Dumbledore pointed to the two figures who had just entered the venue, one large and one small, and Madame Maxim seemed to see Dumbledore as well, and they walked towards it,

"Dumbledore," said Lady Maxime, a tall woman, dressed and behaved elegantly, "long time no see."

"Hello, ma'am." Dumbledore kissed Lady Maxim's outstretched hand, Dumbledore was not short, he was slender, but in front of Lady Maxim, he didn't even have to bend down to make a kiss hand salute,

"You must be Lawrence. Rovander? Are you interested in transferring to us?" As soon as Madame Maxime saw Lawrence and said this, Dumbledore deliberately coughed loudly,

"How blue are the skies today? Right?" Dumbledore looked at the sky and said,

"We have a lot more bursaries here than at Hogwarts," Lady Maxime continued, "and we don't skimp on our best students." (Note 1)

"Thank you, ma'am." Lawrence bowed slightly and said, "I'm fine here, and my friends are here."

"Friendship is one of the beautiful things, isn't it? Madame." Dumbledore blinked, "I think we'd better get to know two wonderful young men."

"Oh, okay." Madame Maxim said with a little regret, "Fleur, this is Lawrence. Rowander's future development is highly anticipated by all walks of life."

Hibiscus. Delacour stood up from behind Madame Maxime, the prettiest girl Lawrence had ever seen, with waist-length shiny blonde hair and dark blue eyes that blinked like a spell to sink into.

"Hello." Lawrence blinked, not being bewildered by this, but making due courtesy,

"Oh, hello." Fleur returned the salute, she looked at Lawrence carefully, which made him a little uncomfortable, anyone who was looked at like this by a girl would definitely be uncomfortable, not to mention that this girl was so beautiful,

"Your father is there, I think we'll go say hello first—" Madame Maxime took Fleur away, much to Lawrence's relief,

"Glamorous girl, isn't she?" Dumbledore said,

"They seem to be a little different from normal people?" Lawrence asked, somewhat uncertainly,

"Oh, of course, Miss Delacour's grandmother was a baby," Dumbledore replied, "Lady Maxime is a little different, and I can only remind you to think of Hagrid."

"I think I get it, then...... Why? I don't understand, no matter how good my grades are in school, I shouldn't be like this?" Lawrence asked, puzzled,

"Oh, you're in a bit of a special situation," Dumbledore laughed, "You don't know that the manuscript notes you lent the Weasley twins were always thrown around by them, and once Professor McGonagall picked them up—"

"Huh?" Lawrence was stunned for a moment, he never took back the borrowed manuscripts, because those things would be remembered in his mind and would not be forgotten.

"In addition to the materials in your homework, you also have a record of all kinds of difficult reading materials, and even your own opinions, when you were in the first grade." Dumbledore explained, "Professor McGonagall spent a long time collecting manuscripts that had been discarded by the Weasley brothers."

"It wasn't until you were in your fourth year that our teachers discussed it and decided to send it to the International Federation of Wizards to help you apply for a bigger scholarship," Dumbledore said, "Of course, it took a long time to review, and about a week ago, they passed it, and you will be the first student to receive a scholarship in decades."

"So I don't need to earn any more money this summer?" Lawrence didn't know how to express it, he never knew that Professor McGonagall had been silently helping him, he could only say this sentence stupidly,

"Oh, of course," Dumbledore smiled, patting Lawrence on the shoulder, "I especially like your 3rd grade book, "Today's Transfiguration Experience, you have designed a lot of ingenious Transfiguration topics."

"But most of them are in vain." Lawrence said with some dissatisfaction,

"Don't be so yourself, ah—see who's coming? Horace. Slughorn." Dumbledore said, "Long time no see, my old friend, who came with a round bald head and a walrus-like beard, and a big belly, "Long time no see, my old friend."

"Oh, Albus," Horace shouted enthusiastically, shaking hands with Dumbledore and Lawrence warmly,

"Professor Slughorn was our school's Potions professor," Dumbledore introduced,

"If I were still in school, I would definitely call you into my club." Horace said, staring at Lawrence as if looking at some rare treasure, as the waiter began to direct the guests to sit down according to their seats, and Dumbledore whispered a hint that the old woman who was always smiling in the first row was the second protagonist of the day, Perenell. Madame Lemay,

"You don't seem to have been introduced to Durmstrang?" Lawrence asked, as one of the three major schools of magic in Europe, it didn't seem normal for them to be absent,

"Durmstrang is different," Dumbledore said, "they're overprotective of their secrets, even to the point of being rude, Nicol's—well, funerals, only to invite people who are good friends with him." (Note 2)

At this point, Nicol. Lemay walked up to the podium, and everyone fell silent,

"Oh, hello everyone, this is indeed the funeral of Mr. and Mrs. Lemay, and I don't think you're in the wrong place." Nicol said, and everyone laughed,

"There are always many accidents in our lives, and I think that's the case when I'm alive now, and probably the most embarrassing thing is Mr. Master of Ceremonies, whose prepared lines are useless." Nicol continued, causing another burst of laughter,

"Well, well, in the presence of the British and French Ministries of Magic, I would like to take this opportunity for me to read my own will, and by the way, let me know how much money I have?" Nicol said, clearing his throat after everyone had finished laughing,

"I donate all the gold deposited in Gringotts in France to Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hoping to teach better and better students to the French wizarding world." (Note 3)

"I hand over this villa, including the laboratory and the items placed inside, to the International Alchemist Headquarters, hoping to continue to develop alchemy into a realm that no one has set foot in before."

"I will donate all the gold deposited in Gringotts in England to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I hope you will not be too little, after all, France is my favorite country."

"I'll take my villa in Germany......

"I'm going to be in my lab in London, England......

"I'm going to give Fleur the ring that testifies to Perenelle and my love. Miss Dracul, you are the most charming and caring little girl I have ever seen, these are a pair of magic rings, give them to the one you love, when your love is sincere, they will glow with golden light to bless."

"I gave Lawrence a set of two-way mirrors. Mr. Lawrence, you are the wisest and bravest little wizard I have ever met, and I hope that while you are still young, you can pursue those good things, and this set of mirrors will help us get through the helplessness of sometimes separating us."

Nicol. Lemay looked up, smiling at each guest, and then looked at Perenaire, who was sitting in the first row. Madame Lemay,

"You know, I've made so many mistakes in my life, I've been wrong for too long, and I don't want to be wrong any more—" Nicol said,

"I don't know how long I can live, but I want to say that if there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again, and then, we will live a happy and normal life, if there is no afterlife, I hope that you can always accompany me, go on, I think, with your company, death is like that-" Nicol said this, suddenly paused, he smiled and closed his eyes, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, there was a little commotion among the guests, and people found out that Perenelle, who was sitting in the first row. Madame Lemay also smiled, and closed her eyes peacefully,

After more than 500 years, their time finally stood still, and the time they passed can be said to be a long eternal life for normal people, and this story about eternal life finally ushered in its end at this time.

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Author's words:Okay,I've already introduced the heroine candidates.,The next development is out of my control, and it all depends on how the accident happened (big mistake),At present, I am going home to show my face.,This is a chapter knocked with a mother's little laptop.,It may not be updated tomorrow.,The next update should be Saturday.。

Note 1: This is a fact of the information translated from the website.

Note 2: Durmstrang is the most secretive of the three major schools of magic in Europe, but it is believed that the school's location is in Russia, and they require visitors to undergo an amnestic spell to erase the memory of how to get there, which is obviously not that polite.

Note 3: Beauxbatons' magnificent castle and campus are partly funded by the Lemay couple, who met here when they were young, and the fountain in the center of the campus is named after them.