It is a rather delicate painting of a nude girl tied to a cross, and below her, a raging fire lit by wood is rising and devouring her......

As Jon stared intently at the painting, the girl tied to the cross suddenly opened her eyes and glared at him.

Frightened, Jon quickly turned around—

Fortunately, the girl on the oil painting didn't say much.

On the opposite side of the painting is a statue of a rooster, of a very large size, nearly two meters tall to Jon's eye. Behind the statue, the rooster appears to be guarding a bronze gate.

The rooster statue tilted its head proudly, glanced down at Jon from above, and then said, "Who are you and why are you here?"

Standing in front of such a giant statue, Jon couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of fear and oppression.

"I'm Christopher Patrick!" he quickly replied, "I want to find Madame Maxim, the Headmaster...... Well...... Find her something!"

"The Headmaster is inside!" the rooster said coldly, swaggering to the side, making way for Jon.

Looking at the unobstructed bronze door in front of him, Jon was slightly stunned-

There was no password, no blocking, not even a notification...... I didn't expect it to be so easy for students to find a principal in Beauxbatons.

"Hurry up!" the giant rooster statue on the side couldn't help but scold.

Jon dragged his slightly larger robes and hurriedly opened the bronze door and walked in.

......

The bronze door opened and he entered the principal's office—

For a moment, Jon felt like he had broken into the land of giants from Greve's Travels.

The tables, chairs, furniture, furnishings, everything was close to a glass bigger than Jon usually saw...... For example, at a height of more than a human and a half, Jon had to make out that it was actually a teapot, and on the other side of the room, the bed that was like a hut, was at least a meter above the ground, and Jon felt that it would be quite difficult for him to climb up.

Madame Maxim in the office also seemed to be aware of the movement in the room, and only heard her snort coldly—

Jon quickly turned his head to see the headmistress of Beauxbatons sitting at her desk at the innermost part of the room, holding a magnifying glass in one hand and a document in the other.

"What's the matter?" she asked, in a somewhat cold tone.

"That's right, Madame Maxim......" Jon hurriedly walked over: "I'm Christopher Patrick, from ......"

Jon was halfway through his sentence, and then came to an abrupt end...... As he approached, the tall desk blocked his view from the ground, so that he could no longer see Madame Maxim.

Just as he was about to take a few steps back, the floor beneath his feet suddenly moved.

As if there had been an earthquake, the marble floor beneath his feet began to rise violently...... Jon had to keep his composure and not let himself fall.

The floor had risen by a meter or so, and most of Jon's body was now exposed above his desk, and he could clearly see Madame Maxim up close.

It seems that the other party has long been accustomed to this phenomenon and has been prepared for a long time.

There was a strong smell of perfume coming from the principal...... Jon noticed her rough olive face, jet-black eyes, and pointed nose, and the huge opal jewelry sparkling before Jon's eyes.

Madame Maxim placed both the magnifying glass and the papers on the table—Jon noticed that the normal-sized documents were about the size of her palm.

"Christopher Patrick?" she muttered, frowning.

Then, she waved at the pile of papers on her right, and a series of papers flew through the sky...... However, most of them flew back into the pile of papers, and only one flew into the hands of the headmistress.

Madame Maxim picked up her magnifying glass again and began to peruse the document in her hand.

......

The reading lasted almost a minute, and Madame Maxim put down the magnifying glass and the document in her hand again.

"I transferred from Durmstrang a year ago, right...... Then he went to Hogwarts as an exchange student for a year. Apparently Madame Maxime had forgotten the brief meeting with the boy a year ago, and she said with a serious expression: "So Mr. Patrick, what is the matter...... If you're asking about the dos and don'ts of new students, you should ask Melanie Thierry, the fifth-grade prefect, ......"

"That's right, Professor Maxim. Jon calmly replied, "I'd like to be able to apply for a period of time off?"

"Suspension?" The headmaster's face changed suddenly, "Mr. Patrick, are you sure? If I'm not mistaken, you're a fifth-year student, at the end of the fifth year semester. LS exams are one of the most important exams of your life, and there will be no second chances, so you are trying to take a break during this time?

Jon certainly doesn't say something like "I don't think I can learn anything in school."

He lowered his head, trying to make his voice deeper: "Professor Maxim...... A very close friend of mine, she was seriously ill and almost incurable...... She has little left to live, and she could die at any time, and I hope to be able to take a break from school to be with her during this time!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Beauxbatons has had no incurable students in recent years. Madame Maxim's cold and stern tone calmed a little, and she continued.

"Not classmates...... I met her in England. Jon replied honestly, "The therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry said she probably won't survive Christmas, so I hope you understand...... I hope to be able to spend the last period of her life with her......"

"What is the disease?" Madame Maxim's face also softened a little, and she asked softly, "There are not many incurable diseases in the wizarding world...... You tell me, I'll see if there's anything I can do?"

Jon froze.

He suddenly realized that the half-blood giantess in front of him was actually one of the best wizards in all of Europe.

With a slightly "weird" appearance and "terrible" bloodline, she became the president of the largest magic academy in Europe, and Madame Olim Maxim's attainments in magic may be even higher than she imagined.

She might really have some useful advice.

Jon took a deep breath, then replied grimly, "It's the Blood Curse, ma'am." ”