Chapter 168: Defense Against the Dark Arts class ended
An amazing metamorphosis is happening here
The professors at Beauxbatons really felt the amazing changes that had happened to their students, even some of them were shocking.
There are even some very old professors who participated in the First World War against the Royal German Wizarding Order and the Second World War against Grindelwald's fascist wizarding legions.
They could clearly feel the bloody aura that had not dissipated from the little wizards, and the terrifying change was like the cold change in temperament after the ignorant French wizard group landed on the battlefield for the first time but was slaughtered.
However, after many professors reported these problems upward, their feedback was as if they had sunk into the sea.
There were even a few wizards who were old enough to submit their real-name reports to the European Federation of Ministries of Magic, and the feedback they got was actually no problem, when they continued to crusade against the outliers who appeared in Beauxbatons.
Soon the place was calm again.
Because the old Medici and De-Les did not even come forward in person, but only slightly showed that they did not want such complaints to arise again, and soon all the discontent and protests died down.
Because for NicolaMay's recommendation, it may only be respectful, but face is not something to eat, and this respect is dispensable when there is a conflict of interest.
But the Drys and Medici, the underground masters of the French wizarding world who had inherited a great deal of magical heritage since the Anglo-French War in the fifteenth century, and the older Roman family, were not something that ordinary wizards could fight against.
While some still wonder why the two families would speak up for this new young unspoken wizard professor, at least on the surface they won't be teasing it anymore.
Of course, our Professor Swift wouldn't know about it, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. Because he knows very well that in the face of absolute power and authority, these so-called protests and disputes are like flies, which can be slapped to death with a wave of his hand when he is too lazy to take care of them.
Xiwen was more concerned about the group of young wizards in front of him, who were like the only possible flame in the darkness of this stagnant swamp.
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute raging storms, these small flames are not so easy to survive, and if they fail, they should be regarded as the only memorial he left in this world.
In the resplendent hall, red satin hangs down from the dome dozens of meters high, and the gold and red form a violent visual impact as far as the eye can see.
The young wizards sat quietly on the staggered seats, well designed so that they could look at the person standing on the center stage from any angle.
A few young wizards from the ancient family had a shock in their eyes, they were somewhat familiar with this place, this is a legendary scene, as the origin of European wizards, and even the origin of the entire European civilization, the familiar golden-red emblem flag fluttered for thousands of years.
The ruins that were nothing more than remains for Muggles actually remained as grand as they once were in the magical dimension, welcoming hordes of wizards and nobles who came to pay their respects.
From the Golden Theatre of Nero Claudius, the most powerful emperor of the ancient Roman Empire, who bears the name of a tyrant!
"Rest assured, lovely students, there will be no new exams for you today. "Xiwen rarely changed into a very solemn costume, how to say that he has also been a performer under the pomegranate skirt of a luxurious tyrant, there is still no shortage of such props.
It's just that it makes a certain Fleur, whose memory is a little confused, frown, which is really a nasty style. To be reasonable, I was also a king of Britain in my dream, and now I have become a French chicken.
And......
This costume, the theater of the evil shameless Roman cows, did not expect that the fire had only burned down part of the false Muggle world, and the wizarding world was half intact.
The second half of this chapter is temporarily missing, and I will fill it in when I think about it.