Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 255 Montmartre

While Gilderoy Lockhart was still waiting in the Gringotts vault for the goblins to count their Galleons, Dumbledore and Tierra had already set foot on the port of Paris on the banks of the Seine.

“Ah, Paris,” Dumbledore said, taking a deep breath. “It has been almost fifty years since I last came here.”

"Aren't you and Nicholas Lemaître very good friends?" Thiella asked, puzzled. "Why haven't you come for so long?"

“I am old,” Dumbledore said. “He is old too. We are no longer suited to long-distance teleportation or other more strenuous forms of travel. We only communicate frequently through special magical artifacts.”

"So you're going to die sooner or later, right?" Tierra asked innocently, intending to add a few "yeah, yeah, yeah" sounds like Conan, but then she saw...

Dumbledore's forehead veins bulged, and Tierra silently swallowed back her "na na na".

“Yes, yes…” Dumbledore rubbed his head, pressed down on the veins on his forehead, and said, “Let’s go, the French Ministry of Magic is here to pick us up.”

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore, hello, Mr. Lockhart." A short, bald man with a thick accent walked quickly over from the crowd, spread his arms and greeted them, "My name is Whitedracourt."

“Hello, Mr. Delacour,” Dumbledore replied with a smile, but pulled Tyrell a little further away, only extending his hand to shake hands with White Delacour. “This is just a private visit; there’s no need for someone like you to be here, is there?”

“Mr. Dumbledore, what are you saying? No welcome ceremony is too much for a wizard like you,” Whitedracourt said with a smile. “If it weren’t for your insistence, it should be the Minister standing here.”

“Then please, Mr. Dumbledore,” Whitedracourt said, stepping aside to lead Dumbledore and Tyella to the outside of the dock, where a sleek black vintage car was parked—

“Mr. Delacour is an extremely enthusiastic hugger,” Dumbledore whispered to Tyella, tilting his head.

After getting into the car, Whitedracourt sat in the driver's seat as the driver, while Dumbledore and Tyella sat side by side in the back seat.

“Perhaps that’s why the French Ministry of Magic sent him to greet us,” Dumbledore said, somewhat troubled. “But I’m never used to hugs like that… to be precise, I’m not particularly used to any kind of hug, but I’m too embarrassed to tell him…”

"That's what they mean by 'the ones touching are all straight men, and the ones watching coldly are all gay men,'" Tierra said.

"What do you mean?" Dumbledore was taken aback.

“If there’s a group of boys playing around, touching each other’s faces and butts, and pulling out Doraemon toys, then they’re definitely boys who like girls,” Tierra explained. “But if there’s a boy standing by watching with a disgusted look, then that boy who’s watching is definitely a boy.”

"..." Dumbledore opened his mouth, then closed it again; he didn't know what to say—

"So, which category do you and Harry belong to?" Dumbledore asked after a moment of hesitation.

“When have you ever seen me watching with a disgusted expression while we were fooling around?” Tierra said.

“Oh…” Dumbledore said softly.

For the next half hour or so, an awkward silence fell over the entire vintage car.

finally--

“We’ve arrived,” Whitedracourt said, turning around to break the silence.

“That’s wonderful.” Dumbledore got out of the carriage first. “I haven’t seen my old friend in a long time. Thank you, Mr. Delacour.”

Tierra followed and got off the carriage.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Dumbledore. It’s nothing.” White-Dracoul said with a smile. “Well then, Mr. Dumbledore, I’ll head back now and won’t disturb your reunion any longer.” “Alright, have a safe trip, Mr. Delacour.” Dumbledore waved with a smile, then tugged at Tyella.

"Have a safe journey, Mr. Delacour," Tierra said with a smile and a wave.

"Thank you, goodbye." Whitedracourt replied as he got into the car and drove off.

After the old car disappeared from sight, Dumbledore pulled Tyrell around and walked into a small alley—

Whitedracourt parked his car next to a wide but sparsely populated sidewalk, with low, heavy and rather old buildings on both sides of the road.

"This is the 18th arrondissement of Paris," Dumbledore said before entering the alley, then pointed to a quaint, church-like building in the distance.

“That’s the Sacré-Cœur Basilica, located on Montmartre,” Dumbledore explained. “It used to be a rural village full of vineyards, mills, and windmills, a place of love, vibrancy, and romance. Nicolas Lemaire settled here in 1710 and was very pleased with the environment. But in 1860, it was transformed into a district of Paris.”

“Professor Dumbledore, you just said this is District 18?” Tyella asked.

“Yes,” Dumbledore said as he walked.

"Does Mr. Nicolas Lemaître have any plans to move away from here?" Thierra asked.

“Hmm…he mentioned it to me before.” Dumbledore led Tiera into a deep, dark alley. “But they’ve been dawdling for over fifty years and still haven’t set off. Why do you ask?”

“It’s nothing,” Tiera said with a shrug.

I doubt Nicholas Lemaître will live to see that time. Thierra remembers that in her past life, the 18th and 19th arrondissements of Paris became a gathering place for illegal black immigrants and Muslim immigrants after the implementation of the French refugee program.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Thiera is a racist or has any racist ideas. On the contrary, he hates racists and black people the most. Thiera is just worried about Nicholas Lemaître.

In her previous life, Tierra studied the history of world science, which taught that Western chemistry originated from alchemy. Nicholas Lemaire, a giant of alchemy, could be considered, in terms of lineage, the father of modern Western chemistry.

This made Tiera, who had an undergraduate degree in chemical engineering, worry about the safety of her ancestor.

"Ah, we're here." Dumbledore said as Tyrell was thinking, and they stopped in front of a strange wooden cabin—

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

A sign hung at the entrance of the wooden house, with a peculiar symbol made of gold threads.

Dumbledore and Tyrell simply stood at the door—

The door to the wooden house opened automatically.

"Albus!" A hoarse but overjoyed voice came from the second floor of the wooden house. "You've finally come! How long has it been since we last met!"

Immediately afterwards, Tiera heard a sound similar to slippers rubbing against the ground.

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