Hum......

Looking at Ida, who walked out like a little hen with a cockfighting victory, Xiwen covered his face and said that the world had changed, and said that he respected the teacher.

"Madame Maxim said she wanted you to come to her office. Fleur covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

The world has changed, and neither have you, Xiwen.

"Do you know what the reason is?" Xiwen, who was walking outside, was still wearing a summer wizard's robe like a dog, and his expression was more solemn.

Fleur, who was slightly half a step behind him, replied in a low voice: "It's because of the teaching content, Beauxbatons has always paid more attention to theoretical education, and the practical content is some traditional magic without offensive power, Transfiguration and the like. ”

Siwen didn't find it strange, he knew from the day he set the syllabus that there would definitely be a conflict with the existing philosophy.

Well, after all, they won't know what's going to happen in the future, they won't know how much the future needs to be practiced.

There is a saying in the East, sweat more in peacetime, shed less blood in wartime, and never wait for a crisis to come, so that these immature boys and girls who have never experienced wind and rain can practice and learn in the midst of crisis.

In that case, one out of ten is an ideal ratio.

Along the way, we greeted passing students and walked through the elegant Beauxbatons Castle to the office area.

Standing at the door of the tall principal's office, Xiwen had already heard the chattering voices inside, and it was obvious that he was not invited alone.

Raising an eyebrow and looking at Fleur with an inquiring expression, the girl motioned for her not to go in, and pointed to the corridor to the side, apparently waiting for him there.

Xiwen bent his finger and knocked lightly.

"Please come in. The noise in the room ceased, and the voice of Madame Maxim, who was full of confidence, came.

Xiwen pushed open the door, and sure enough, he saw a middle-aged wizard dressed gorgeously, and the elderly wizard was sitting around here.

"Hello, Headmaster Maxime, hello, President Catherine. "Xiwen said that the other people are what kind of birdmen, I don't know, I call you a director in a good mood, I am in a bad mood, be careful to click on you.

Obviously, the old wizards in the house didn't have a good face, especially the presence of Catherine, who was obviously used by Nicolame to give the town of Siwen.

The shadowy creatures made eye contact quietly underneath, and Sivin said that it seemed that this was the case in any world, and in Azeroth, it was not uncommon to see the group of Dalaran Kenrito Councils who had their backbones broken by Akmund doing this.

Insiders in the civil war, laymen in the foreign war, this hat really can't be just deducted from the poor Eastern Commission who has resisted the independence forces all his life.

Just like the one who said that the people of the big countries in the East like to watch the excitement, if you go around, you will find that in fact, people everywhere like to watch the excitement.

Wherever there are people, there will be struggles, and this is really a wise saying.

"Professor Swift, we have asked you here because we have some questions about your educational methods. "Madame Maxim is still very polite.

Whether it's from the point of view of NicolaMay, who has the grace of knowing her, or from the relationship between her favorite student Fleur Delacour and Sivin, she is not too embarrassed by Siwen.

A short, bobo-headed man was about to open his mouth, but Xiwen's cold eyes killed him, making the frog-eyed man feel as if he was being targeted by some ancient beast.

"Junior of the Gilles family, do you have anything to say?"

As a member of the French aristocracy, the leader of the arrogant Gallic chickens is unbearable.

The frog-eyed man retorted in a sharp voice: "Presumptuous, a commoner who doesn't even know the surname of the nobles, I'm a hereditary earl, Rabbis-Rice, Earl of Rice!"

Xiwen was disdainful, as if he had smelled some dirty smell, and raised his hand to wipe his nose, and inadvertently, the iris mark on the sleeve of the liner was exposed.

Count Rice seemed familiar to him, and thought about it carefully.

"Didn't Gilles teach you what power is?

Syvin's words made Count Rice even more irritable, what a mess of Jill...... Giles ......

Cold sweat trickled down from the oily bangs that clung to the corners of his forehead, and Count Rice swallowed his saliva and quietly raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him.

The long silver-gray hair, the blue eyes, the warm and handsome smile that looked like the reincarnation of a saint, and the silver-colored metallic right arm that was wrapped around his chest.

It's like a man who has stepped out of the painting in his most secret room.

"You, you, you......" Count Rice thought he must have been the victim of an illusion today.

As members of the Rice family, they are born with strong magic and a firm heart, and that is because when they are still in their mother's body, they will receive the influence of the magic book left by their ancestors.

The spellbook of human skins suppressed at the lowest level of Lesburgh will tweak generations of the Lace family in nightmarish fashion.

That never-ending nightmare was actually the era of Gilles Rice, and the craziest was after his crazy obsession with alchemy.

The heirs of the Rice family were fortunate enough to meet the legendary woman, Joan of Arc, in their dreams.

It can also be seen that the Emperor of Europa, who took revenge on France after his anger.

Les felt his teeth fighting up and down, His Majesty in the Palace of Europa, God, Mary, Allah, Jesus, Joan of Arc, Nyorai, Bodhisattva blessed......

Even his ancestor, Gilles Rice, who stopped crying at night, Bluebeard, was a man with his tail between his legs in front of this person.

"What's the matter, Count Rice, what else do you want to say?" Xiwen's expression was simply warm.

"You ......" The old man from the Medici family was about to say something, when he was suddenly interrupted by Rice.

"Your teaching style is fantastic. "It's just that we have seen some minor problems with the syllabus, and it will soon be rolled out in Beauxbatons." ”

In my heart, Count Rice has cursed Nicolame 100 million times, the old man of the dog day, the treacherous dead ghost, actually invited this great god, I should have known a long time ago.

The more he thought about the kindness of Nicolame when he introduced Western Language, wasn't it, the old guy and the ancestor were people of the same era, and of course they were familiar with this fierce man.

None of the people present were fools, and there must be something wrong with the great change in Count Rice. No one will be stupid enough to rush up and knock hard.

Jokes, compared to the speed of surrender and the degree of cowardice, the French nation patted their chests, and no one dared to compare with them except for being stunned.

Looking at the roosters that seemed to have been defeated, Xiwen left here with a warm smile.

However, the spring breeze is triumphant, and Syven, who smiles at each other and walks away side by side, will soon know that at Hogwarts, a dispute is about to start at the Quidditch Pitch.