Chapter 231 Nicole Flamel's Funeral
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Neither Azkaban nor Death Row had any effect on Vincent.
The magic governments of other countries and the punishment of prisoners will not affect him.
It's okay not to punish, but it doesn't work either.
This is leading people to crime!
"I'm an excellent student at Hogwarts, a supernova in the magic world, it's impossible for me to enter such a place!"
His oath was very solemn, and Dumbledore received a meaningful look.
Grindelwald will not go out of Nurmengard, and he can only go there in person if he wants to meet.
Vincent understood it, but pretended not to understand it.
Dumbledore raised his hand and glanced at the watch on it.
It has twelve hands, but no numerals, and asteroids moving around the edges.
"It's almost time, they should be here soon."
As soon as the words fell, the black and white swirls of Apparition appeared one after another on the coast in the distance.
The first one to come out was Dawlish with a firm expression.
After that, Fudge in a black suit.
In the blink of an eye, the five people around Vincent all changed into black clothes.
Even near the platform near the edge, two transparent crystal coffins suddenly appeared.
By the time Fudge looked over, he had transfigured his clothes into a full suit.
Black shirt, black coat, black trousers, black shoes, black tie, and a white flower in the breast pocket.
He ran his wand across the hair on his forehead, smoothing it out.
"Very nice Transfiguration." Newt gave him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Mr Scamander."
Then came Bradley, and the chairman of the Magical Congress, Rodriguez Randolph.
Fudge, who was about to step towards the platform, stopped and glanced at the two of them.
"Be safe, Minister Fudge." Randolph led Bradley along.
"Yes, Chairman Randolph." Fudge smiled politely.
In the previous Kraken incident, the two of them had already formed a bridge.
But these hidden gunpowder smells disappeared the moment they stepped onto the platform.
As the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, Dumbledore cleverly changed the subject immediately.
"Rodriguez, I want to introduce you to someone."
He winked at Vincent, "Nico took in the last apprentice before destroying the Sorcerer's Stone."
Randolph and Bradley both looked over.
Dressed in a solemn and solemn manner, he couldn't hide his sad blue eyes.
"Vincent Wayne, he is also the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class this year."
Fudge walked over enthusiastically and hugged Vincent vigorously, "Mr. Flamel certainly doesn't want you to be sad, son."
"Thank you, Minister Fudge."
After the hypocrisy was over, Fudge raised his chin slightly and squinted at Randolph.
His showing off worked well.
The irascible Bradley put his mood on his face.
Randolph's face was not much better.
Dumbledore took two steps to the side, blocking Fudge's increasingly mocking gaze.
"Two, I have to meet other guests."
Both are the heads of a country's magical government, and they know it's time to put an end to their personal grievances.
Seeing that there was nothing to watch, Vincent turned around and looked at the two crystal coffins.
As expected of a master of transfiguration, the "body" inside is so lifelike that anyone who comes will think it is real.
Nico and Perenal's funeral was well attended.
In addition to the heads of the magic governments of various countries, there are also representatives from the International Alchemy Association, the International Federation of Wizards, the International Magic Trade Standards Association, and the principals of three other magic schools in Europe.
The principal of Durmstrang was named Igor Karkaroff.
Tall and thin, with a goatee curled at the end.
"Please grief."
His voice is mellow and sweet, full of enthusiasm.
It was the big yellow teeth that were so out of harmony that Vincent could conclude that both he and Draco were people who didn't like to clean their teeth.
Beauxbatons' principal is a "great" lady, Olim Maxim.
Literally stalwart and tall.
She was more than four meters tall, and the heels of her shoes had already reached Vincent's calf.
If Hagrid was here, he would probably be able to reach shoulder height on tiptoe.
Although she is suspected to be of giant blood, her words and deeds are quite elegant.
It's just a little French accent, so you have to be a little serious to understand what you're saying.
The principal of Kodos Torrez is also a woman.
Her name was Viktoria Vladimirov Anastasia, and she looked to be in her thirties.
But what is very strange is that whether it is a member of the International Association or the heads of governments of various countries, they respect her very much.
Newt looked around, and when no one was paying attention, he moved closer to Vincent's ear.
"Don't look at her young appearance, but she is actually two years older than me."
97 years old? !
"This is a profound magical technique that delays the appearance of aging through transfiguration, and the actual age does not change at all."
The elixir of life stops aging and directly prolongs the original life span.
Two extremes, two complementary extremes.
"What should I call her?"
"Ma'am, her husband is the former leader of the Russian Magic Union."
"Who is the Oriental standing behind her?"
"The current Minister of Magic of China, Zhang Lin."
"What about the one next to it?"
"The Minister of Magic of Japan, Takuma Ashiya."
Vincent wanted to know more, but unfortunately Dumbledore had already stood in front of the crystal coffin.
"On July 1992, 7, we lost a legendary alchemist, a great wizard who made an important contribution to the global wizarding community."
Dumbledore, who was in charge of the eulogy, looked lonely, "I also lost a friend, a friend who taught me a lot—"
He took off the small white flower on his chest and placed it flat between the two crystal coffins.
"Good bye my friend."
When he started to back away, Vincent stooped without saying a word.
Then Newt and Tina, Jacob and Queenie.
After friends and relatives, it was the turn of France's Minister for Magic, Osmond von Russell.
Then came Fudge and the heads of the magical government, and finally representatives of various international associations.
The little white flowers were not piled high, and the sad atmosphere was maintained until Dumbledore floated the two crystal coffins to the sea, disappearing into the distant sea level.
After witnessing the end of a legendary alchemist, many of them began to use apparition to leave one after another.
Fudge and Russell came to Vincent at this time.
"Mr. Wayne, you are the legal heir of Mr. LeMay's estate, and they all belong to you."
These are two fine gold keys with basically the same shape, inlaid with gemstones of various colors.
One is engraved with the number 7 and the other is engraved with the number 1.
After all, Nico is French, and the Gringotts vault over there is naturally the top.
And here in the UK, it's not much worse.
"Thank you, Mr. Ministers." Vincent solemnly put away the two keys.
In fact, most of Nicoming's properties have been donated to the magic governments of various countries.
The raw materials and semi-finished products of alchemy are stored in the Gringotts vault.
However, the real inheritance, such as alchemy items and blueprints, are all in his own hands.
Using more than 600 million Galleons to "organize" a funeral, only this big boss who lives in a high-rise almost entirely of Mithril and doesn't even know how much money he has dares to do so.
……
……
The magic governments of other countries and the punishment of prisoners will not affect him.
It's okay not to punish, but it doesn't work either.
This is leading people to crime!
"I'm an excellent student at Hogwarts, a supernova in the magic world, it's impossible for me to enter such a place!"
His oath was very solemn, and Dumbledore received a meaningful look.
Grindelwald will not go out of Nurmengard, and he can only go there in person if he wants to meet.
Vincent understood it, but pretended not to understand it.
Dumbledore raised his hand and glanced at the watch on it.
It has twelve hands, but no numerals, and asteroids moving around the edges.
"It's almost time, they should be here soon."
As soon as the words fell, the black and white swirls of Apparition appeared one after another on the coast in the distance.
The first one to come out was Dawlish with a firm expression.
After that, Fudge in a black suit.
In the blink of an eye, the five people around Vincent all changed into black clothes.
Even near the platform near the edge, two transparent crystal coffins suddenly appeared.
By the time Fudge looked over, he had transfigured his clothes into a full suit.
Black shirt, black coat, black trousers, black shoes, black tie, and a white flower in the breast pocket.
He ran his wand across the hair on his forehead, smoothing it out.
"Very nice Transfiguration." Newt gave him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Mr Scamander."
Then came Bradley, and the chairman of the Magical Congress, Rodriguez Randolph.
Fudge, who was about to step towards the platform, stopped and glanced at the two of them.
"Be safe, Minister Fudge." Randolph led Bradley along.
"Yes, Chairman Randolph." Fudge smiled politely.
In the previous Kraken incident, the two of them had already formed a bridge.
But these hidden gunpowder smells disappeared the moment they stepped onto the platform.
As the chairman of the International Federation of Wizards, Dumbledore cleverly changed the subject immediately.
"Rodriguez, I want to introduce you to someone."
He winked at Vincent, "Nico took in the last apprentice before destroying the Sorcerer's Stone."
Randolph and Bradley both looked over.
Dressed in a solemn and solemn manner, he couldn't hide his sad blue eyes.
"Vincent Wayne, he is also the recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class this year."
Fudge walked over enthusiastically and hugged Vincent vigorously, "Mr. Flamel certainly doesn't want you to be sad, son."
"Thank you, Minister Fudge."
After the hypocrisy was over, Fudge raised his chin slightly and squinted at Randolph.
His showing off worked well.
The irascible Bradley put his mood on his face.
Randolph's face was not much better.
Dumbledore took two steps to the side, blocking Fudge's increasingly mocking gaze.
"Two, I have to meet other guests."
Both are the heads of a country's magical government, and they know it's time to put an end to their personal grievances.
Seeing that there was nothing to watch, Vincent turned around and looked at the two crystal coffins.
As expected of a master of transfiguration, the "body" inside is so lifelike that anyone who comes will think it is real.
Nico and Perenal's funeral was well attended.
In addition to the heads of the magic governments of various countries, there are also representatives from the International Alchemy Association, the International Federation of Wizards, the International Magic Trade Standards Association, and the principals of three other magic schools in Europe.
The principal of Durmstrang was named Igor Karkaroff.
Tall and thin, with a goatee curled at the end.
"Please grief."
His voice is mellow and sweet, full of enthusiasm.
It was the big yellow teeth that were so out of harmony that Vincent could conclude that both he and Draco were people who didn't like to clean their teeth.
Beauxbatons' principal is a "great" lady, Olim Maxim.
Literally stalwart and tall.
She was more than four meters tall, and the heels of her shoes had already reached Vincent's calf.
If Hagrid was here, he would probably be able to reach shoulder height on tiptoe.
Although she is suspected to be of giant blood, her words and deeds are quite elegant.
It's just a little French accent, so you have to be a little serious to understand what you're saying.
The principal of Kodos Torrez is also a woman.
Her name was Viktoria Vladimirov Anastasia, and she looked to be in her thirties.
But what is very strange is that whether it is a member of the International Association or the heads of governments of various countries, they respect her very much.
Newt looked around, and when no one was paying attention, he moved closer to Vincent's ear.
"Don't look at her young appearance, but she is actually two years older than me."
97 years old? !
"This is a profound magical technique that delays the appearance of aging through transfiguration, and the actual age does not change at all."
The elixir of life stops aging and directly prolongs the original life span.
Two extremes, two complementary extremes.
"What should I call her?"
"Ma'am, her husband is the former leader of the Russian Magic Union."
"Who is the Oriental standing behind her?"
"The current Minister of Magic of China, Zhang Lin."
"What about the one next to it?"
"The Minister of Magic of Japan, Takuma Ashiya."
Vincent wanted to know more, but unfortunately Dumbledore had already stood in front of the crystal coffin.
"On July 1992, 7, we lost a legendary alchemist, a great wizard who made an important contribution to the global wizarding community."
Dumbledore, who was in charge of the eulogy, looked lonely, "I also lost a friend, a friend who taught me a lot—"
He took off the small white flower on his chest and placed it flat between the two crystal coffins.
"Good bye my friend."
When he started to back away, Vincent stooped without saying a word.
Then Newt and Tina, Jacob and Queenie.
After friends and relatives, it was the turn of France's Minister for Magic, Osmond von Russell.
Then came Fudge and the heads of the magical government, and finally representatives of various international associations.
The little white flowers were not piled high, and the sad atmosphere was maintained until Dumbledore floated the two crystal coffins to the sea, disappearing into the distant sea level.
After witnessing the end of a legendary alchemist, many of them began to use apparition to leave one after another.
Fudge and Russell came to Vincent at this time.
"Mr. Wayne, you are the legal heir of Mr. LeMay's estate, and they all belong to you."
These are two fine gold keys with basically the same shape, inlaid with gemstones of various colors.
One is engraved with the number 7 and the other is engraved with the number 1.
After all, Nico is French, and the Gringotts vault over there is naturally the top.
And here in the UK, it's not much worse.
"Thank you, Mr. Ministers." Vincent solemnly put away the two keys.
In fact, most of Nicoming's properties have been donated to the magic governments of various countries.
The raw materials and semi-finished products of alchemy are stored in the Gringotts vault.
However, the real inheritance, such as alchemy items and blueprints, are all in his own hands.
Using more than 600 million Galleons to "organize" a funeral, only this big boss who lives in a high-rise almost entirely of Mithril and doesn't even know how much money he has dares to do so.
……
……
