Harry Potter and the Old Ones

While "Gilderoy Lockhart" was still waiting in the underground vault of Gringotts for the goblins of Gringotts to count the gold galleons, Dumbledore and Tiera had already set foot on the port in Paris on the banks of the Seine. .

"Ah, Paris." Dumbledore took a deep breath and said, "I haven't been here for nearly fifty years."

"Aren't you and Nico Flamel very good friends?" Tiera asked puzzledly, "Why haven't you been here for so long?"

"I am old," Dumbledore said, "He is also old. We are no longer suitable for long-distance disembodiment or other too intense travel methods. We only often communicate through special magic props."

"So you have to die sooner or later, right?" Tiera asked innocently. She originally wanted to imitate Conan and add a few "Na na na", but she saw

The veins popped up on Dumbledore's forehead, and Tiera silently swallowed back the "na na na".

"Yes, yes..." Dumbledore also rubbed his head, pressed back the veins on his head, and then said, "Let's go, people from the French Ministry of Magic are here to pick us up."

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore, hello, little Mr. Lockhart." Standing in the crowd, a short, bald man with a pointed beard and a thick accent walked over quickly and spread his arms. He said hello, "My name is White Delacour."

"Hello, Mr. Delacour." Dumbledore responded with a smile, but pulled Tiera to stand a little further away, and just stretched out his hand to shake White Delacour's hand, "This is just a private visit. , there’s no need to dispatch someone like you, right?”

"Mr. Dumbledore, what are you saying? No amount of welcome ceremony for a wizard like you is too much." White Delacour said with a smile, "If it weren't for your deliberate request, standing on The one here should be Mr. Minister.”

"Then please, Mr. Dumbledore." White Delacour said sideways, leading Dumbledore and Tiera outside the pier, where a sophisticated black classic car was parked -

"Mr. Delacour is an extremely enthusiastic hugger." Dumbledore tilted his head and whispered to Tiera.

After getting in the car, White Delacour sat in the driver's seat and acted as the driver, while Dumbledore and Tiera sat side by side in the back seat.

"Maybe this is why the French Ministry of Magic sent him to greet us." Dumbledore said with some trouble, "But I am always not used to this kind of hug... To be precise, I am not particularly used to any hugs, but I am I'm sorry to tell him..."

"This is the so-called straight man who touches and touches, while all the crooked men look on with cold eyes." Tiera said.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.

"That is, if there is a group of boys playing around, touching each other's faces and butts and picking out tinker bells, then they are definitely boys who like girls." Tiera explained, "But if there is a boy next to you at this time, If you look on with a disgusted face, then the boy who is looking on definitely likes men."

"..." Dumbledore opened his mouth and then closed it again. He didn't know what to say——

"So which category do you and Harry belong to?" Dumbledore asked after holding back for a while.

"When did you see me standing by with a look of disgust when we were fighting?" Tiera said.

"Oh..." Dumbledore said softly.

During the journey that lasted more than half an hour, the entire classic car fell into an awkward silence.

finally--

"We're here." White Delacour turned around to break the silence.

"That's great." Dumbledore got out of the car first, "I haven't seen my old friend for a long time, thank you Mr. Delacour."

Tiera also got out of the car behind.

"You're welcome, Mr. Dumbledore, this is what I should do." White Delacour said with a smile, "Then Mr. Dumbledore, I will go back first, so I won't disturb your reminiscing."

"Well, have a nice trip, Mr. Delacour." Dumbledore waved with a smile, and then tugged on Tiera.

"Have a nice trip, Mr. Delacour." Tiera also smiled and waved.

"Thank you, bye." White Delacour responded as he got into the car and drove away.

After the classic car disappeared from sight, Dumbledore pulled Tiera around and walked into an alley——

White Delacour's car stopped beside a wide but sparsely populated sidewalk. On both sides of the road were low, heavy and quite old buildings.

"This is the 18th arrondissement of Paris." Dumbledore said before walking into the alley, and then raised his hand to point to a quaint church-like building in the distance.

"There is the Sacre Coeur Cathedral, located in Montmartre." Dumbledore introduced. "This was once a small country village full of vineyards, mills and windmills. It was a place of love, beauty and romance. Nicolème settled here in 1710. When he settled, he was very satisfied with the environment here, but in 1860, it was transformed into a district of Paris."

"Professor Dumbledore, did you just say this is District 18?" Tiera asked.

"Yes." Dumbledore said as he walked.

"Does Mr. Nicoléme have any plans to move away from here?" Tiera asked.

"Well...he mentioned it to me once." Dumbledore led Tiera into a deep and dark alley, "But after more than fifty years of dawdling, he still hasn't set off. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing." Tiera shrugged and said——

It is estimated that Nicoléme will not live until then. Tiera remembers that in her previous life, the 18th and 19th arrondissements of Paris directly became a gathering place for illegal black immigrants and Muslim immigrants after the implementation of the French refugee introduction plan.

Of course, this does not mean that Tiera is a racist or has any racial discrimination thoughts. On the contrary, what he hates most are racists and black people. Tiera is just worried about Nick Flamel——

In the history of world science that Tiera took as an elective in her previous life, she said that Western chemistry originated from alchemy. An alchemy giant like Nico Flamel can be regarded as the ancestor of modern Western chemistry in terms of seniority.

This made Tiela, whose undergraduate degree was from a chemical engineering school, couldn't help but worry about the personal safety of this ancestor.

"Ha, here we are." When Tiera was thinking about it, Dumbledore said, and they stopped in front of a weird wooden house——

The wooden house was very low, only about three stories high. It was cramped between two six-story stone buildings, like a child sandwiched between adults.

A sign was hung at the door of the wooden house, with a strange symbol made of golden threads on it.

Dumbledore and Tiera simply stood at the door——

The door of the wooden house opened automatically.

"Albus!" An old, hoarse but extremely happy voice came from the second floor of the wooden house, "You are finally here! How long have we not seen each other!"

Then Tiera heard something similar to the sound of slippers scraping against the ground.

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