Lawrence did not catch the Hogwarts Express back to London station, he did not forget that he had another funeral that he had to attend. Although he was not sure why Mr. Lemay invited him, before that, he had something to be done. He took out his remade map and found the Pipi Ghost, which would be the last time he used it,

"Hello, I'm here to fulfill my promise," Lawrence raised his left hand, and there was a pattern wrapped in three colors on his arm. Of course, this is also something that a very few people can see, and ordinary wizards cannot see it.

"I stopped Slytherin's successor," said Lawrence. "I will destroy the map under the witness of Pipi Ghost."

"I agree, I witness." Pipi Ghost replied, the originally dull lines emitted light. Lawrence tapped the map, and the ink on the map began to fade, and then the whole map turned into ashes.

"The contract is over, thank you for your help." Lawrence said, the lines on his left arm disappeared without a trace, and Pipi Ghost actually took off his hat and bowed, then disappeared behind the wall.

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

"Lemon Snow Boss." After speaking the clearance, Lawrence skillfully stepped on the stone steps, but because he was dragging his luggage, he did not walk up the stone steps, but waited for the spiral stairs to slowly turn upwards. The office door was not closed, and Dumbledore had obviously been waiting for a while.

"Oh, Lawrence, you're here," Dumbledore smiled, and he glanced at Lawrence's left arm, "It's just right, but I think something seems like an accident happened."

"What accident?" Lawrence asked curiously.

"Let me tell you then, please take out your invitation." Dumbledore said, Fox flapping his wings and stopping on his shoulder, Lawrence took out the invitation from his pocket, "It's almost time, three, two, one."

A suction force pulled Lawrence backwards and took him off the ground. The whistling wind blew. Lawrence learned that the invitation was a door key. After flying for a long time, he finally stepped on the solid floor again.

"Oh! Lawrence, I haven't seen each other for a year, right?" a loud voice shouted, it was Nico. Lemay, wearing a bright red robe and a tall top hat,

"Accidentally," Dumbledore landed after turning around in the same place, showing a cramped look, "The protagonist of the funeral is not dead yet, what should you do?"

"Oh, this is rare, right?" Nico. Lemay said this while calling them into the venue. He turned around and prepared to welcome the next group of guests, but Lawrence felt that it was a bit weird for him to do such things. There were not many people in the venue. Dumbledore softly introduced everyone's identity one by one.

"On the pool, I think you have met one of them on Christmas, Connelly Forge, currently the Minister of Magic of England, next to him is the Minister of Magic of France."

"That's the Director of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, Rufus Sclinger, Director of the Enforcement of the English Magic Law, Emilia Bones, Director of the English International Magic Cooperation Division, Barty Crouch, I won't introduce them as to those French officials," Dumbledore winked at Lawrence, "Otherwise they will definitely come to cause trouble for me. I dare say that all the directors of the Ministry of Magic, all of England, want to bring you under their command."

"Uh--" Lawrence was speechless. He was still early to graduate.

"Oh! That person can introduce it," Dumbledore said, pointing to a witch, "Mr. Delakure, a pure blood family in France, although proud but not discriminates against Muggles. Everyone in the magic world knows that Delakure has two beautiful and charming little flowers, the older one is about the same age as you, I think you can see it when you wait - ahha -"

"Madam Olim Maxim, she is the principal of the Busbaton Magic School, and the one who follows her is Miss Furrong Delakull," Dumbledore pointed at two figures, one big and one small, who had just entered the venue. Madam Maxim seemed to have seen Dumbledore, and they walked towards it,

"Dumbledore," said Mrs. Maxim, a tall woman who dresses and acts very elegantly, "Long time no see."

"Hello, madam." Dumbledore kissed Mrs. Maxim's outstretched hand. Dumbledore was not short, he was slender, but in front of Mrs. Maxim, he could even give a kiss without even bent down.

"I guess you are Lawrence Rovander? Are you interested in transferring to us?" Mrs. Maxim said this as soon as she saw Lawrence. This made Dumbledore cough loudly on purpose.

"Today's sky is so blue? Is it?" Dumbledore said, looking at the sky,

"We have much more scholarship bonuses here than Hogwarts," Mrs. Maxim continued, "we are never stingy with excellent students." (Note 1)

"Thank you, madam." Lawrence said with a slightly bow. "I'm fine here, and my friends are here too."

"Friendship is one of the good things, right? Madam." Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, "I think we'd better let two excellent young people know each other."

"Oh, okay." Mrs. Maxim said with a little regret, "Furong, this is Lawrence Rovande, his future development is highly anticipated by all walks of life."

Hibiscus. Dragul stood up behind Mrs. Maxim. This was definitely the most beautiful girl Lawrence has ever seen. She had shining blonde hair that was long at the waist, and her dark blue eyes blinked, as if there was a magical power that made people fall into it.

"Hello." Lawrence blinked, not being confused by this, but doing the proper manners,

"Oh, hello." Furong replied, and she looked at Lawrence carefully, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. Anyone who was looked at by a girl like this would definitely feel uncomfortable, let alone this girl is so beautiful,

"Your father is there, I think we'll say hello first-" Mrs. Maxim took Furong away, which made Lawrence breathe a sigh of relief.

"Are you a charming girl?" Dumbledore said,

"They seem to be a little different from ordinary people?" Lawrence asked uncertainly.

"Oh, of course, Miss Dragul's grandmother is a Veva," Dumbledore replied. "Mrs. Maxim's situation is a little different. I can only remind you to think about Hagrid."

"I think I understand, then... why? I don't understand. Even if my school grades are good, I shouldn't do this?" Lawrence asked in confusion.

"Oh, your condition is a bit special," Dumbledore smiled. "You probably don't know that the manuscript notes you lend to the Weasley twins were always thrown around by them, and once they picked them up by Professor McGonagall--"

"Uh?" Lawrence was stunned for a moment. He never took back the manuscript he had borrowed, because those things would be kept in his mind and would not be forgotten.

"In addition to the materials on the homework, there are also records of various difficult reading materials, even your own opinions. You were only in the first grade at that time," Dumbledore explained. "Professor McGonagall spent a long time collecting manuscripts that were discarded after reading by the Weasley brothers."

"Until you were in the fourth grade, after discussions by our teacher, we decided to send it to the International Wizards Federation 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 the review, and you will be the student who has received the scholarship again for decades."

"So I don't need to earn the expenses of my daily life this summer?" Lawrence didn't know how to express it. He never knew that Professor McGonagall had been silently helping him, so he could only say this stupidly.

"Oh, of course," Dumbledore smiled, and he patted Lawrence on the shoulder. "I especially like your third-grade "After Reading Experience of Today's Transformation" written by you. You have designed many transformation topics with ingenious ideas."

"But they are mostly futile." Lawrence said somewhat dissatisfied.

"Don't be so strict with yourself, ah - see who is coming? Horace Slughorn." Dumbledore said, the visitor was an old man with a round bald head and walrus-like beard, and a big belly. "Long time no see, my old friend."

"Oh, Albus," Horas shouted enthusiastically, and he shook hands with Dumbledore and then shook hands with Lawrence enthusiastically.

“Professor Slughorn was a professor of pharmacy at our school,” Dumbledore said.

"If I were still in school, I would definitely call you into my club." Horace said, staring at Lawrence, as if he was watching some rare treasure. At this time, the waiter began to guide the guests to sit down according to the seats. Dumbledore whispered a low message. The old woman who was always smiling in the first row was the second protagonist of today - Perenell. Madame Lemay,

"You didn't seem to introduce Demstrong?" Lawrence asked. As the three major magic schools in Europe, it seems that it is not normal for them to be absent.

"Demstrong is different," Dumbledore said. "They overprotect their secrets, even to the point of being impolite. Nico's - well, the funeral is only for invitations to come." (Note 2)

At this time, Nico. Lemay walked onto the podium, and everyone became quiet.

"Oh, everyone, this is indeed the funeral of the Lemay couple. I don't think you went to the wrong place." Nico said, and everyone laughed.

"There are always many accidents in our lives. I think I am still alive now, and the most embarrassing thing is probably Mr. Emcee, whose prepared lines are useless." Nico continued, causing another burst of laughter.

"Okay, okay, under the witness of the Ministry of Magic of Britain and France, I want to take this opportunity to let me read my will and let me know how much money I have?" Nico said, and after everyone laughed, he cleared his throat.

"I will donate all the gold stored in Gringott in France to the Boothbaton Magic School, hoping to teach better and better students for the French magic world." (Note 3)

"I handed this villa, including the laboratory and the items placed in it, to the International Alchemist Headquarters, hoping to continue to develop alchemy into a field that our predecessors did not set foot in."

"I will donate all the gold I store in Gringotts in England to the Hogwarts School of Magic. I hope you don't think it's too little, after all, France is my favorite country."

"I will put my villa in Germany..."

"I put my laboratory in London, England..."

"I will give the ring of witnessing Perenell and my love to Miss Delakure, you are the most charming and caring little girl I have ever seen. This is a pair of magic rings. Give it to the one you love. When your love is sincere, they will send a golden light to blessing."

"I will give a set of double-sided mirrors to Mr. Lawrence. You are the smartest and brave little wizard I have ever seen. I hope you can pursue those beautiful things while you are young. This set of mirrors helps us through the helplessness that sometimes separates the two places."

Nico. Lemay raised his head, he looked at each guest with a smile, and then looked at Perenell, who was sitting in the first row. Madame Lemay,

"Everyone knows that I have made too many mistakes in my life. I have been wrong for too long. I don't want to make any more mistakes-" said Nico.

"I don't know how long I can live, but I want to say that if there is a next life, I hope I can meet you again, and then we will have a happy and normal life. If there is no next life, I hope that you can always accompany me and go on. I think that with your company, death is just like that-" Nico said this, suddenly stopped, he smiled suddenly and closed his eyes, a tear slid from the corner of his eyes, and the guests had a little commotion, and people discovered that Perenail was sitting in the first row. Mrs. Lemay also smiled and closed her eyes peacefully.

After more than five hundred years, their time finally stagnated, and the time they passed by can be said to be a long eternal life for normal people, and this story about eternal life finally ushered in its ending.

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Author's words: Okay, I have drawn out all the candidates for the heroine. The next development will not be controlled by me. It depends on how the accident happened (a big mistake). Now that I am showing my face when I am home, this is a chapter that I knocked on with my mother's laptop. It may not be updated tomorrow. The next update should be Saturday.

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

Note 2: Demstrong is the school that keeps his location the most confidential of the three major magic schools in Europe, but it is believed that the school is located in Russia, and they require visitors to accept memory spells to erase the memories of how to get there, which is obviously not a polite thing.
Chapter completed!