"That makes a lot of sense." Nicolas nodded. "So you want me to bring Harley along to visit some old friends, too?"
"That's a bit unfortunate. Most of my old friends are already lying in their graves. Those who are still alive have probably changed their state of existence."
Dumbledore smiled. "Why couldn't you be the one we came to see?
"You and Perenelle are living history books, living legends."
"Thank you for the compliment. It's very clichéd, but I'm happy to hear it," Perenelle said with a smile.
Nicolas adjusted his glasses. Harley noticed a shimmer of magic around them.
"Albus, hearing you say that reminded me of those days.
"Ah, I'm not boasting, but my life has been far more eventful than yours or... that child's.
"I've got the years to prove it. Back in the fourteenth century..."
Nicolas launched into the kind of rambling that was common among the elderly. Perenelle added important details now and then, recalling the difficult but wonderful times they had shared.
Harley listened attentively, and every so often she found herself stunned.
Like Harley, Nicolas was someone who couldn't stand being idle. She had lived for hundreds of years, excavated countless ruins, and even investigated the history of the Second Epoch. She knew of the Ancient Sun God, too.
And she knew the story of how the poor Ancient Sun God had been betrayed by six of His eight Kings of Angel—all but His two children.
Nicolas, too, knew plenty of fascinating stories about the Wizarding World, ones that couldn't be found in A History of Magic or any other books.
For instance, according to Hogwarts' historical records, the Four Founders had disagreed over whether to admit Muggle students, and Slytherin had left as a result.
But according to Nicolas, there was