After parting ways with Dumbledore, the two quietly arrived outside the house where the LeMay Couple lived. The wooden door stood half-open. When they entered, they found a House-elf seemingly waiting for them.
Albert and Isobel exchanged a glance, dispelled their Disillusionment Charms and disguises, and left the House-elf staring dumbfounded.
"You..."
"Long time no see. How is my teacher?" Albert asked.
"The master is well. He is waiting for you," said the House-elf, closing the half-open wooden door and giving them a slight bow. "Please follow me."
The two followed the House-elf through layers of Protective Magic and entered the LeMay Couple's true residence, where they found them chatting over tea in the living room.
The two elderly wizards still looked remarkably healthy, with no sign that death was near.
If their remaining Elixir of Life had not been insufficient to carry them through the summer, they could even have continued living, outlasting most wizards.
"Albus just left. We were just wondering when you would arrive."
Upon seeing Albert and Isobel, Nicolas smiled warmly and enthusiastically invited them to sit down for tea.
"We ran into him on the way here. Something happened in Britain," Albert said as he and Isobel sat on the sofa beside them.
"Things in Britain have indeed been unsettled lately. Perhaps you could consider staying in France for a while," Nicolas LeMay said. He also knew that Voldemort had returned. That infamous Dark Lord had once set his sights on the Philosopher's Stone.
"I'm afraid not." Albert declined. He had no intention of staying in France, nor did he think France was any safer. He trusted the Safe House he had built more.
"That fellow called Lord Voldemort is mad. You must be careful," Perenelle said as she placed milk tea and desserts before