Kano opened the wall of thorns he had created and stepped out of the dimly lit underground base.

Christmas has passed, and it is now past nine o'clock in the morning.

Dumbledore and Dominic were waiting for him outside.

"Kano, let you see such a dirty thing, I—" Dominic stepped forward in shame, and Kano just shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, all these guys who fell into the demon for immortality have been killed by me."

"I'm going to burn this place, you're okay."

Kano stared at Dominic, the French Minister of Magic shaking his head firmly.

"Burn them all, lest anyone worry about them anymore."

Behind Kano, the old man's body, which had been gently sent out by the vines, was placed on the ground. The flowers that had been plucked from the corpses of the scum were gathered into a bouquet by Kano and placed on his chest.

He snapped his fingers, and the fuel in the underground base was ignited, and fierce tongues of fire erupted from the hidden vents, purifying all evil and uncleanness.

Floo's pink-green flames lit, and Fleur stepped out of the fireplace of the hut, looking like she hadn't slept all night, and her beauty had been compromised.

"I'm tired, why didn't you ask the headmaster to help you strip my magic last night?" Kano looked at the much haggard Fleur and said apologetically.

"To confirm your safety, of course. Are you tired? Fleur stepped forward to look at Kano.

"I'm not tired, I'm a little tired." Kano replied, "Thank you for your concern. ”

"Don't talk about that among friends." Fleur shook her head, "Also, you shouldn't turn off visual connectivity, I'm not a weak person. ”

Kano shook his head wordlessly, it wasn't a question of whether Fleur could accept it, but he thought that the less people could see these twisted creatures, the better.

Kano retrieved his wand and belongings from Fleur, and a few wizards quickly crafted a decent graveyard.

Dumbledore used his masterful transfiguration to make a crystal coffin, and Dominic placed the old man's body in it.

Fleur carved a tombstone with no name on it, only the year of birth and death and his identity, a French guerrilla fighter during World War II.

Kano spawned a small redbud tree next to the tomb, representing rebirth. After thinking about it, I planted a few more pines and cypresses.

None of them knew how a Christian funeral should be conducted, so they mourned for a while and left the sin-buried land.

Fleur is persuaded to return home by Kano, and Dumbledore, Dominic, and Kano return to Nicol's home.

The countdown to the lives of the two elderly men began after the Christmas dinner, and when the first rays of sunlight appeared, they closed their eyes.

Their bodies were already in transparent ice coffins, and their wands were on their chests.

Kano looked at the cake that Perley had left for him on the table and sighed wordlessly.

"Nicol heard about that base, and he has a word for you." Dumbledore said.

"What?"

"Do not fall into darkness to punish the wicked, but always walk in the path of light." Dumbledore said, "That's what I want to say, don't get caught up in it. ”

"Don't worry." Kano nodded, picked up the cake on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

"In my eyes, they are no longer human. Am I happy to slaughter pigs and sheep? ”

"They just have to be punished, not necessarily by me."

Dominic observed a moment of silence in front of the bodies of the two old men and turned to look at Kano.

"Will the leader of the Immortals, Potger, come to the funeral today?"

"He doesn't believe that Nicol will choose death, and he doesn't believe that Nicol will destroy the Philosopher's Stone, so he will definitely come." Kano was sure, "Find two trustworthy Aurors and play a scene with me." ”

He took out a small box from his bosom that contained two strands of hair.

Carno left first, leaving Dumbledore and Dominic to wait by the Nicols' bodies.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

A tall, well-mannered woman walked into the room, she was none other than the current headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maxim.

She wore a plain black dress and walked quietly to Dumbledore and Dominic.

"The carriage is ready."

The two nodded, and together with the two men brought by Madame Maxim, they lifted the ice coffins of the Nicks and their families and carried them to the carriage waiting outside the door.

Several people boarded the carriage together, and the rune horse that pulled the carriage whistled and flapped its wings and flew into the sky.

Soon, the carriage landed smoothly on the lawn outside the Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

This magic school is located in the Pyrenees Mountains in the south of France, surrounded by beautiful mountains.

In front of their palace-like school, there is a huge magic fountain. Although it is still the Christmas holidays, the students are still dressed in black robes and gather here.

The fountain was erected to commemorate the Nicols' patronage of Beauxbatons, and it was thanks to their generosity that Beauxbatons became one of the best schools of magic and magic in Europe.

The people in the carriage carried the ice coffin down and placed it on the grass.

With sad faces, the students walked by the coffin one by one, carefully placing the flowers in their hands on the coffin.

Fleur was among them, and this was her second funeral today. Although the scenes are far from the same, the sentimentality in her heart is the same.

Soon, the carriage took their remains to the next location.

The French Ministry of Magic has cast a wide range of Muggle banishment spells today.

Black-robed Ministry of Magic employees held flowers and stepped forward in mourning.

Compared with the simple sadness of the students, many people are more at a loss.

Nico is a real white jade pillar in the French wizarding world, with a purple and gold beam of the sea.

Now that he's gone, where is the French wizarding world headed? Where should we go?

The next location is the Paris Opera.

The crowd cast invisible magic and carried the coffins of the Nicks to the bottom of the stage.

Today, someone has paid a lot of money to invite the most famous troupe of the moment to perform Hamlet on the stage of the Paris Opera.

In fact, this person is Nicol himself, and he gave all the tickets to ordinary friends he met when he listened to opera, but they didn't know that Nicol had left.

The actor who plays Hamlet utters the classic line on stage: "To live or to perish, that's the question." ”

Hearing this, according to Nicol's wishes, everyone left the Paris Opera House with the coffin.

What are Nicol's options for himself?

The carriage took off again, and this time, they finally landed at the cemetery.

There were hundreds of wizards invited. They came from all over the world, old and old, poor and rich, and their eyes were focused on the serene-looking Nicols in the coffin.

At this moment, a voice broke the solemn atmosphere of the scene.

"Teacher Nicol, are you really dead?"