Azkaban and death row had no effect on Vincent.
The magical governments of other countries, and the punishments they impose on criminals, have no effect on him.
It's fine if you don't punish them, but it's also not okay if you do.
This is inciting people to commit crimes!
"I am an outstanding student at Hogwarts, a rising star in the Wizarding World. There is no way I would go to a place like this!"
His oath was very solemn, which earned him a meaningful look from Dumbledore.
Grindelwald will not leave Nurmengard; the only way to meet him is to go there in person.
Vincent understood, but he pretended not to.
Dumbledore raised his hand and glanced at the wristwatch he was wearing.
It has twelve pointers, but no numbers, and small planets moving around its edges.
"It's about time; they should be arriving soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, black and white whirlpools appeared one after another on the distant coastline, just as the Apparition.
The first one to emerge was Delores, whose expression was resolute.
Following that was Fudge, dressed in a black suit.
In the blink of an eye, the five people around Vincent had all changed into all-black clothes.
Even near the edge of the platform, two transparent crystal coffins suddenly appeared.
When Fudge looked over, he had already used Transfiguration to change his clothes into a complete suit.
He wore a black shirt, black jacket, black pants, black shoes, and a black tie, with a white flower tucked into his breast pocket.
His wand brushed across the strands of hair on his forehead, tidying them up.
"Very beautiful Transfiguration." Newt Scamander gave him a thumbs up.
"Thank you, Mr. Scamander."
Next to emerge were Bradley, and then Rodriguez Randolph, the president of the Magical Congress.
Just as Fudge was about to step onto the platform, he stopped and glanced at the two of them.
"Long time no see, Minister Fudge." Randolph approached with Bradley.
"Yes, Chairman Randolph," Fudge said with a forced smile.
They had already developed a grudge during the Kraken incident.
But all that hidden tension vanished the moment they stepped onto the platform.
As the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, Dumbledore skillfully changed the subject immediately.
"Rodriguez, I'd like to introduce you to someone."
He winked at Vincent. "Nicolas Flamel had one last apprentice before he destroyed the Sorcerer's Stone."
Randolph and Bradley both looked over.
His solemn and dignified attire could not conceal the deep blue sadness in his eyes.
"Vincent Wayne, he is also this year's recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class."
Fudge walked over warmly and hugged Vincent tightly. "Mr. Flamel would not want you to be sad, child."
"Thank you, Minister Fudge."
After his act of hypocrisy, Fudge slightly raised his chin and glanced sideways at Randolph.
His boasting had a very good effect.
Bradley, with his volatile temper, wore his emotions on his sleeve.
Randolph's expression wasn't much better.
Dumbledore stepped two paces to the side, blocking Fudge's increasingly mocking gaze.
"Gentlemen, I have to go greet other guests."
They were both heads of a magical government and knew it was time to put aside their personal grudges.
Seeing that there was no more to see, Vincent turned to look at the two crystal coffins.
As expected of a master of Transfiguration, the "corpses" inside are so lifelike that anyone who comes would think they are real.
Many people attended Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle's funeral.
Besides the heads of various national magical governments, there were also representatives from the International Alchemy Association, the International Confederation of Wizards, the International Magic Trade Standards Association, and the principals of three other magic schools in Europe.
The principal of Durmstrang Igor Karkaroff.
He was tall and thin, with a goatee that curled at the end.
Please accept my condolences.
His voice was melodious and pleasant, full of enthusiasm.
It was those big yellow teeth that were so out of place that Vincent was certain that he and Draco were both people who didn't like cleaning their teeth.
The principal of Beauxbatons was a "great" lady, Olympe Maxime.
Literally meaning majestic and towering.
She is over four meters tall, and her heels alone reach Vincent's calves.
If Hagrid were here, he could probably reach shoulder height by standing on tiptoe.
Although she was suspected of having Giant blood, her demeanor was quite elegant.
It has a bit of a French accent, so you have to pay a little attention to understand what they're saying.
The principal of Koldovstoretz is also a woman.
Her Viktor Viktoria Vladimirov Anastasia, and she looks to be in her early thirties.
What's really strange is that both members of the international association and heads of government from various countries treated her with great respect.
Newt Scamander looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, leaned close to Vincent's ear.
"Don't let her young appearance fool you, she's actually two years older than me."
97 years old?!
"This is a profound magical technique that uses Transfiguration to slow down the aging of one's appearance, without changing one's actual age."
The Elixir of Life stops aging and directly extends one's lifespan.
Two extremes, two extremes that can complement each other.
What should I call her?
"Madam, her husband is the former leader of the Russian Magic League."
Who is the Easterner standing behind her?
"The current Minister for Magic of China, Zhang Lin."
"And what about the one on the other side?"
"Ashiya Takuma, the Minister for Magic of Japan."
Vincent wanted to know more, but Dumbledore was already standing in front of the crystal coffin.
"On July 7, 1992, we lost a legendary Alchemists, a great wizard who made significant contributions to the global Wizarding World."
Dumbledore, delivering the eulogy, looked somber. "I have also lost a friend, a friend who taught me so much—"
He took off the Little White from his chest and placed it flat between the two crystal coffins.
Goodbye, my friend.
As he began to back away, Vincent bent down without saying a word.
Next up are Newt Scamander and Tina, Jacob and Queenie.
After his relatives and friends, it was the turn of Osmand von Russell, the France Minister for Magic.
Next came Fudge and a group of heads of magical governments, and finally representatives of various international associations.
The pile of Little White wasn't very high, and the somber atmosphere lasted until Dumbledore floated the two crystal coffins out to sea, where they disappeared into the distant horizon.
Having witnessed the end of a legendary Alchemists, many of them began to Apparition away one after another.
Fudge and Russell then appeared before Vincent.
"Mr. Wayne, you are the rightful heir to Mr. Flamel's estate; it all belongs to you."
These are two identical Adamantium, inlaid with various gemstones.
One is engraved with the number 7, and the other with the number 1.
Nicolas Flamel was, after all France, so the Gringotts vault there was naturally the most luxurious.
In the Britain, the situation is actually not much different.
"Thank you, gentlemen Mr. Minister." Vincent carefully put away the two keys.
Most of Nicolas Flamel's publicly known assets have actually been donated to the magical governments of various countries.
The items stored in Gringotts vaults are all raw materials and semi-finished products for Alchemy.
However, the real legacy, such as Alchemical Item and blueprints, is still in his possession.
To "hold" a funeral for over six million Gold Galleons is something only a big shot living in a high-rise building almost entirely made of Mithril, who doesn't even know how much money he has, would dare to do.