It's more like a palace than a castle.

At this dusk, the spires around the entire floating city are lit up...... It looks resplendent in gold.

The golden, silver-maned rune horse beneath his feet startled Jon with a long howl, and it began to swoop, close to the Floating City, and fly low......

They first flew over an imposing arch that looked somewhat similar to the Arc de Triomphe, and at the top of the arch was painted a large emblem: two golden wands crossed by three stars above them, the emblem of Beauxbatons.

After passing through the arch, the rune horse landed in a fountain plaza in the center of the Floating City.

......

The fountain erupted to a height of maybe twenty meters, and a few drops of water splashed onto Jon.

On one side of the fountain is a small wooden plaque with a line written on it: This fountain was built in 1394 with the donation of the famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel and his wife, Madame Perenal-Flamel.

Beauxbatons' fountains are famous throughout the wizarding world, and are said to have healing and beauty effects.

Jon couldn't help but take his hand into the fountain and drench, it was cool and comfortable.

So...... It's no wonder that the girls of Beauxbatons are all tender and delicate!

Jon continued to wander around Fountain Square. There are many statues of witches and wizards here...... It should be the famous witches and wizards who graduated in Beauxbatons history.

Many people have mentioned it in their History of Magic classes:

For example, Vincent de Tefleur-Picoquet, who escaped from the guillotine in 1790 by casting a concealment charm on his neck and pretending to have been beheaded.

and Gilles de Les, the most notorious dark wizard in French history, who brutally murdered nearly a thousand young children as sacrifices in order to perform a resurrection magic.

Jon made a rough count and found that there were more witches than male witches, and that shorter wizards were much more powerful than taller......

For several minutes, Jon didn't see a single Beauxbatons student.

It looks like like Hogwarts, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is also having their summer vacation.

"The teachers are still there, aren't they?" Jon muttered to himself.

He now had to find a teacher and ask him where Madame Maxim's office was located.

But just then, Jon suddenly heard a voice in the grove on the other side of the fountain.

......

The voice was soft, and Jon could vaguely hear what was being said.

"Someone spotted them near the Alps, and I think I understood that I was about to go!"

"But the Alps are big and it is very difficult to find them, or I can go with you to find them. ”

"It's a dangerous mission, Olim......"

Both voices were familiar to Jon. One was Lady Olim Maxim, Headmaster of Beauxbatons, and the other was Rubeus Hagrid, Dumbledore's henchman.

Jon looked curiously, and Hagrid put on the ugly plush brown suit again, with a happy expression on his face.

Madame Maxim was beside him, frowning and thinking......

"Who?" she shouted as she suddenly looked in Jon's direction and raised her wand.

"Hello, Madame Maxime......" Jon hurriedly walked out, explaining in French.

In the face of these two "big shots" who are four or five meters tall, the pressure to reason Jon is still quite high.

"If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons should have all left the school!" Madame Maxim still didn't let her guard down, her wand still pointed at Jon.

"That's right, ma'am......" Jon hurriedly pulled out the letter he had brought from Durmstrang.

......

"You're Christopher Patrick?" said Madame Maxim, a little surprised, "Professor Dumbledore told me about you, and he said, "You're the niece of a friend of his?"

"Nephew?" Jon couldn't help but be stunned.

However, he remained silent on his face and nodded: "Yes, my aunt is a friend of Professor Dumbledore!"

"Professor Dumbledore's junior?" Hagrid walked over curiously, looking Jon up and down, and Jon was a little numb when he saw it.

"Poor boy, my parents died when I was two years old......," Madame Maxim had finished reading the letter, and with some sympathy she bent down and took Jon into her arms with a large hand: "He was bullied in Durmstrang...... Rest assured, no one will bully you in Beauxbatons......"

"I knew Durmstrang didn't have a good thing!" Hagrid said indignantly, "Huh, wait...... Why go to Beauxbatons, you should come to Hogwarts!"

Not noticing Madame Maxim's momentary sinking expression, Hagrid began to get up in a serious manner:

"Hogwarts is the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world, each of its teachers is the best in the world, and Albus Dumbledore, the world's great Headmaster......"

Looking at Hagrid, who was completely unaware of the approaching storm, Jon had to smile wryly, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"Rubeus Hagrid!" Hagrid patted his chest heavily, "Hogwarts' Magical Beasts Conservation Teacher, Key Keeper, and Hunting Grounds." ”

"That's right, Professor Hagrid......" Jon explained, "Hogwarts only admits students from England, and I was born in Austria, so I ......"

"So, Professor Dumbledore has applied for an exchange place for you to go to Hogwarts!" Lady Maxim said coldly, "Mr. Patrick, you can go to Hogwarts with confidence; I think Professor Dumbledore is going to teach you well in this year." ”

"Exchange student, that's great!" said Hagler, "when you get to Hogwarts, remember to look for me in the hut next to the Forbidden Forest......"

Seeing Madame Maxime's increasingly gloomy appearance, Jon smiled wryly and nodded, he just wanted to beg Hagrid to say a few words now.

"You look a little depressed?" Hagrid said with a grin, "Don't worry, you can get the best education at Hogwarts, I swear much more than you can learn at Durmstrang or Beauxbatons!"

At this time, Madame Maxim had an expression on her face that looked as if she wanted to kill.

......

Like a runaway rabbit, Jon hurried out of Beauxbatons' campus after completing the formalities.

At the same time, he felt a moment of silence for Hagrid, who was still happy and remained in the fountain square.