From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

There was a crackling sound in the air.

Dumbledore reappeared with the French Ministry of Magic civil servant who fell from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

"Ivy's magic is beautiful!" Dumbledore said happily, "I waited for a long time below, only to find that he was blown back to the tower by the strong wind."

As soon as the wizard dragged by Dumbledore landed, he immediately hugged the steel column beside him. It seems that the previous fall did frighten him too much.

Seeing that his colleagues were fine, the civil servant who did not fall let the top of the wand emit a little light, wanting to see clearly who was standing on the top of the Eiffel Tower in the middle of the night. If you don't look, you don't know, and you will be shocked.

"You... You are... Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore's iconic white beard and tall stature immediately made people recognize him, after all, his portrait has always been on the picture of the Chocolate Frog.

"Nico Flamel!" The wizard hugging the steel column also exclaimed. Under the weak fluorescence, Ivy saw that he had many freckles on his face.

Most of the civil servants of the French Ministry of Magic were born in Beauxbatons. As the largest donor and honorary director of Beauxbatons, Nico's portraits were hung everywhere on the walls of the academy, so it was not difficult to be recognized.

Besides, everyone knows that Nico Flamel and Dumbledore are old friends. Although the age difference between the two is more than 500 years, Nico does not look much older than Dumbledore.

"Can I do anything for the two respected gentlemen?" The wizard holding the wand nervously pulled his collar, fearing that there was something inappropriate in his dress.

Nico and Perenelle looked at each other and said happily: "I was going to notify the Ministry of Magic tomorrow, but tonight is fine."

Both wizards made a posture of listening attentively.

"Nico Flamel is going to die!"

The two civil servants looked at each other blankly, not knowing whether there was a problem with their ears or eyes.

"Who is going to die?" asked the wizard with freckles on his face.

"Nicolas Flamel!" the alchemist replied with a smile.

"And you?" the wizard holding the magic wand asked again.

"Same answer!" the alchemist's wife said succinctly.

The two wizards did not ask any more questions, but fell silent. For a moment, only the sound of the wind passing over the top of the Eiffel Tower could be heard.

"Did we drink when we left the Ministry?" the freckled wizard turned his companion around and asked quietly.

"Of course we did!" the wizard holding the magic wand answered decisively, "Otherwise how could you fall down?"

"That makes sense!" the freckled wizard nodded sharply, turned around and asked the alchemist and his wife again, "You told us this to..."

"Invite the French Ministry of Magic to attend the funeral!" Nicolas Flamel conjured up several goblets and handed them to two civil servants, as well as Ivy and Dumbledore who were standing aside to watch the show.

Perenelle conjured up a bottle of golden wine and filled it for everyone.

"Attend Nicolas Flamel's funeral?" The freckled wizard smelled the aroma of noble rot wine and swallowed hard.

"And my wife Perenelle." Nico raised his glass to signal, and everyone drank it all.

After a glass of wine, the two civil servants looked much more stable, and even smiled.

Nico took out a gorgeously framed invitation from his arms and stuffed it into the freckled wizard's hand.

"Please give it to the Minister of Magic." Nico instructed.

"Of course, of course!" The freckled wizard agreed, but his eyes never left the wine bottle floating in the air, "Can I have another glass?"

"Okay, all for you." Perenelle smiled, directed the bottle to refill the two glasses, and stuffed it into the hands of the wizard holding the magic wand, "Remember to tell the Minister of Magic for us."

"Thank you for your generosity!" The two wizards took the bottle and the invitation and Apparated away from the Eiffel Tower.

"Jean." In the brightly lit office of the Magical Accidents and Disasters Department of the French Ministry of Magic, several wizards on duty were playing cards. When they saw their colleague coming back, they immediately asked, "So what kind of person cast a spell on the Eiffel Tower? A young man with nothing to do, or someone who had drunk alcohol..."

"Of course it was a drunk adult!" Another wizard spoke up, "Didn't you see the bottle of wine in his arms?"

"High-end stuff!" Someone pulled the bottle out of Jean's arms, "I've never seen such beautiful wine! Hey! You guys! Pay up! Let me count... a total of twelve silver Sickles!"

"What is this?" Someone found the invitation to Nicolas Flamel's funeral, "You confiscated his wine, and they invited you to the wedding?"

"It's a funeral." Jean replied, he pulled out a chair, chatted with his colleague, and asked mysteriously, "Guess who we met?"

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"Nicolas Flamel?" The wizard who received the invitation shouted in surprise. Nico and the Philosopher's Stone were well-known in the French magic world.

"The French Ministry of Magic is invited to attend the funeral of alchemist Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenelle Flamel, August 15, 1992..."

Several wizards on duty looked at each other, and someone muttered to himself: "The first day after the Assumption of Mary?"

The Assumption of Mary is a legal holiday in France. Although the magic world and the Muggle world do not meet each other, the holiday is still celebrated together, but you celebrate yours and I celebrate mine.

"Doesn't that mean there are only two weeks left?" A wizard flipped through the calendar on the wall. "It's weird to predict that you will die in two weeks!"

"Is this a new kind of prank? Let?" someone asked. "Drinking with Nicolas Flamel on the Eiffel Tower and being invited to his funeral, I can brag about this to my wife for days at home!"

"Not only Nicolas Flamel, but also his wife Perenelle Flamel and Dumbledore, and a handsome young man." Freckled Face "Let", answered seriously.

"Dumbledore?" Everyone in the office stopped.

"You know, the one on the chocolate frog picture... He also saved my life! I fell off the Eiffel Tower." Freckled Face shrugged.

"I think it's necessary to tell the Minister about this..." someone said slowly.

Then the whole office was in chaos. Some people were writing letters, some grabbed the funeral invitation and rushed out, and a few went to apply for owls.

Freckles Face sat in his seat without moving, grabbed the bottle of noble rot wine that was thrown aside, and poured himself another glass, as if all the commotion in the office had nothing to do with him.

What's so strange about this? After all, he just escaped death. Not everyone can fall from the top of a 300-meter tower and still be alive to drink.