"Blood curse?" Lady Orim-Maxim's voice suddenly rose several times over, and she frowned and muttered, "Oh, poor girl...... Isn't that a joke?"

Looking at her like this, she obviously knows the existence of the black magic of "blood curse...... This gave Jon hope in his heart.

"Headmaster Maxim, is there anything you can do?" Jon asked expectantly.

"Maybe we should continue to talk about your suspension, Mr. Patrick......" Madame Maxim smiled a little reluctantly and changed the subject: "You said before that you wanted to apply for suspension, how long are you going to apply?"

As she spoke, she rubbed her forehead with her huge palm......

"Hey!" Jon sighed, the glimmer of hope that had been burned in his heart was now shattered, "I don't know...... I also hope to be able to return to campus as soon as possible...... But I also wish she could live a little longer......"

The first goal failed, and his attention quickly shifted to the second...... Obviously, the longer the "sabbatical" time is for him, the better, so he uses such an ambiguous tone.

The "simple" half-breed giantess principal didn't suspect his careful thoughts, and she nodded lightly: "Okay, I'll write 'indefinite' on the time of your leave of absence." ”

As she spoke, she clapped her hands—a blank piece of parchment flew onto the desk in front of her.

Madame Olim Maxim held a magnifying glass in one hand and pulled out a thick quill out of nowhere in the other...... Then I started to write very carefully on the parchment.

Honestly, the way she writes looks a little funny.

Of course, Jon didn't smile, but looked at the other party with a serious face, until the other party completed the "leave of absence".

Unlike her rugged appearance, Madame Maxim's lines of French and handwriting are very graceful and comfortable to look at.

With this "leave of absence" obtained, Jon's trip to Beauxbatons has basically successfully completed its goal.

He bowed respectfully to the headmistress: "Thank you for your generosity and understanding, Madame Maxim......"

"I hope you will return soon and continue your studies, Mr. Patrick. Carefully tucking the magnifying glass into the drawer, Madame Maxim said blandly.

"Then I'll take my leave. Jon turned, looked down at the ground, and then waved his palm, muttering softly:

"Yugadim Leviosa!"

With the help of the levitation charm, he jumped up from the raised steps that were more than a meter high.

Just as he was about to walk down the bronze gate, back down the hallway, out of the principal's office—

Lady Olim Maxim's voice sounded from behind her again:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Patrick...... Actually, there really is a way!"

......

"Is there a way?" Jon was stunned at first, not knowing what the headmistress was talking about...... It was only then that he reacted.

Madame Maxim had a hesitant expression on her face, as if she was wondering whether she should say it or not.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Jon asked tentatively, "Headmaster Maxim, is it about the method of the blood curse...... Can you tell me more about that?"

The other party did not respond to his words, and the expression on her face was still hesitant.

"If it really works, then an innocent life will be saved......" Jon said calmly, holding back his emotions.

At that moment, Jon even wanted to forcibly use a truth potion or a dementor or an memory spell on her!, but considering the other party's previous "care" for him, as well as his mysterious strength as the headmaster of Beauxbatons, and the home ...... Jon's sanity forced him to give up on that idea.

"You've been at Hogwarts for a year?" the hesitant expression on Lady Maxime's face gradually calmed down.

"Yes. Jon said with a shudder.

"Then I want to ...... Rubeus Hagrid, the key keeper of Hogwarts and professor of the Magical Beasts Protection class, I think you should know?" asked Lady Maxim coldly.

"That's right...... Meet ......," Jon nodded hurriedly.

"Then go and ask him!" said Madame Maxim, bowing her head.

"Ask Professor Hagrid...... About the Blood Curse?" Jon asked rhetorically, somewhat dumbfounded.

It wasn't that he looked down on Hagrid, and with what he knew about Hagrid, he was skeptical that Hagrid understood the true meaning of the word......

"No, of course not! Don't mention the blood charm to him, he shouldn't understand this ......" Madame Maxim quickly shook her head, and he said with a serious expression: "You go and ask him...... Ask him about the giantess Friedwufa...... and her ......"

Madame Maxime's voice grew lower, and Jon had to get closer and closer again to barely hear her.

......

Seeing the boy in front of her leave with a solemn face, Mrs. Olim-Maxim couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She was happy to give him a little help, but it couldn't be in her own interest...... In any case, it is impossible for her to admit her background and her bloodline to the outside world, which is her greatest weakness and will also be a fatal blow to her.

She's nothing more than a witch with a big pelvis, that's all!

Let's hope Hagrid can help him a little.

As she pondered, Madame Maxim lowered her head and looked respectfully at the portrait on the desk—an odd-looking old man with gray, dry hair and a bony body.

Face the patron of Beauxbatons School of Magic, the greatest alchemist in the wizarding world, and the master of the Philosopher's Stone...... After his death two years ago, one of the portraits was forever placed on this desk.

"Mistress Flamel...... I'm sorry, I ......," Madame Maxim said softly, with a look on her face a little apologetic.

The old man in the portrait smiled and nodded, "That's enough, Olim." You're doing a great job!"

......

The huge rooster statue got out of the way, and the expression on his face was as proud as ever.

Jon walked out of the headmaster's office, his face solemn and his mind racing.

A little unnoticed, he almost crashed into the oil painting across from the principal's office.

"I'm sorry!," he said, glancing up at the painting.

The girl in the painting is gone, replaced by a piece of burned ashes.

Just when Jon was stunned—

A holy and pure soul rises from the ruins.

The saint's soul smiled at Jon, and then floated into the sky without looking back!