Thestrals swept over the British Isles, flapping its wings tirelessly, carrying Hoffa across the English Channel all the way to Paris, France.

In the early morning, the clouds cleared, and Hoffa looked from the sky at the Eiffel Tower below, a stretch of the road he had walked with Chloe, who had been dormant in France for a while after Grindelwald had designed to kill Aglaia.

During that time he learned some French and also learned to be cruel. However, he did not stay in France for long, and did not know the location of Beauxbatons. However, the wizarding school, like Hogwarts, would not have been established in a prominent place like Paris.

Sure enough, Thestrals streaked across the sky and skimmed over the Eiffel Tower without stopping. From early morning to dusk again, Hoffa crossed France, Thestrals' spikes nearly breaking out both of his legs.

At dusk, the landscape below changes and begins to become undulating, the Pyrenees on the Franco-Spanish border. The mountains are covered with yellow-green carpets, lush forests, and the blue ocean in the distance.

The scenery here has become somewhat familiar, it is not the familiarity of the landmark that can be seen at a glance like the Eiffel Tower, but a unified landscape.

Although the view was good, Hoffa had no intention of appreciating it, instead, he covered his head on the Thestrals and closed his eyes.

After regaining his memory, his headaches did not lessen, especially when he saw something he didn't want to see, or thought of his own faults.

Here he came during the sophomore holidays, and he was here in nightmares. It was Sylby's hometown, but he didn't want to return to it at all if he could, because the scenery would remind him of the unforgivable mistakes he had made.

Fortunately, Thestrals didn't stay here for long, and it suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the clouds in the sky. The clouds were much thicker than the ones that Hoffa had seen before. Entering the mist, Hoffa's vision turned white. But soon, the Thestrals stopped moving, and instead of flapping its wings, it folded its wings and stood firmly above the clouds.

Hofa glanced at Thestrals' hooves, and Thestrals shook her body impatiently, motioning for him to hurry down.

So he jumped off Thestrals' back, and the clouds under his feet looked fluttering, but he could actually step on them.

He remembered that he had experienced this kind of place before. Three years ago, when he sent Chloe back to England, he had seen Slughorn's base on the clouds, which was a similar place, a walking cloud.

However, three years ago, the magic had not faded, and now it was the time when the magic was declining, and it was not easy for Beauxbatons to maintain such a look.

"Thank you. ”

Hoffa touched Thestrals' pointed head.

"Hmph. ”

Thestrals snorted coldly. Don't look over, dodge Hoffa's hand, kick his leg, jump straight from the clouds, disappear from Hoffa's sight, and ignore him at all.

Hoffa smiled: "Cold, fellow. ”

After Thestrals left, he walked cautiously through the clouds, and now he was more than a kilometer in the air. If the clouds accidentally collapsed, he wasn't sure if the Thunderbird would still save him.

Fortunately, the terrible sight of the imagination did not appear, and as the clouds faded as they went, some white floor tiles appeared in front of Hoffa. There are also many blue-and-white arch columns on the floor tiles, which combine to form a long arch corridor.

Hoffa walked on the arched bridge, touched the moire on the handrail, looked at the clouds floating below, and somehow felt a faint sense of pleasure, yes, he liked such a high place.

Crossing the arch bridge in the clouds, a white-gold gate appeared in front of Hoffa, a gate so large that when you looked up, you could barely see its end, only the clouds fluttering above. On the arch was a huge relief of wings and moire, and for it was so large that Hoffa, with his sword, was too small to stand under it, and he couldn't make out what it was.

He approached the door and pushed it with his hand without expectation.

Of course, the gate was unmoved, it was firmly locked.

This puts Hoffa in a difficult situation, should he knock on the door, or should he call someone to open it. Of course, he was sure that this would have no effect, and that no public building would be opened by the shouting of a private person, and Beauxbatons would be no exception.

But if so, how did he get into Beauxbatons? Could it be that the school also had a secret passage? He looked at the surrounding clouds, and thought that the secret passage was probably exclusive to Hogwarts.

Just as Hoffa was worried about entering the school, a soft sound of music suddenly came into Hoffa's mind. His heart moved, and he followed the sound of the music.

Soon he came to the place where the music was happening, and saw a group of people playing music under the towering college walls, it was several Beauxbatons girls in blue school uniforms, they were gently playing the violin and cello.

And among them, a middle-aged man was leaning against the clouds, holding a hand-cranked organ, slowly rotating the crank, shaking his head as he swirled.

The middle-aged man had black and white hair, his beard was neatly trimmed, and he was wearing a white split robe, showing a little pecs, and he looked a little sassy.

Hoffa was amazed to see such a scene. Compared to Hogwarts, which has almost fallen, it is so harmonious here, and even music is playing, is this a paradise?

Just listen to the man sing.

"Cabin in the Rainstorm"

"Fireplace on a Cold Night"

"Island in the Whirlpool"

"Ignore it"

"Don't Watch, Don't Listen"

"Storm"

"Let's Rage"

"Let's Rage"

"Time"

"Roar"

"Roar"

"Hermit"

"How long can you hold on?"

"Uninvited guests are coming"

The music sounded joyful, soft, and strange, with a certain inexplicable connotation. But I have to say, it's very good. Hoffa waited quietly with his crosssword in his hand.

A few minutes later, with the last abrupt note, the performance stopped.

The man playing music turned around and looked at the boy on the arched bridge. He was dressed in a black hunting suit, holding a leather-sheathed cross sword in his hand, and his face had a murderous aura.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then stroked his beard, smiled and said to the performer next to him: "The scattered leaves are destined to return to their hometown, and the bloodline of the distant journey is waiting for the welcome of brothers and sisters." Ahh ”

The middle-aged man said poetically, he put away the accordion and walked gracefully to Hoffa's side.

"Hello. Hoffa bent slightly at him and said in French, "Excuse me, are you Headmaster Pierre?" ”

"Of course not, I'm Beauxbatons' history of magic teacher, and my name is Don Quixote. Headmaster Pierre informed me that an important wizard was visiting Beauxbatons today. I thought it would be Albus Dumbledore, but I didn't expect it to be you. It's a pleasure to meet you, Hoffa Bach. ”

"You know me?" said Hoffa, surprised.

"Of course. Don Quixote laughed, "I don't just know them, they all know." ”

He pointed to the girls with violins.

Hoffa looked at them, and a single look immediately caused a commotion. The girls covered their mouths, stamped their feet excitedly, their faces flushed, as if they had seen some big singer, and tried their best to restrain their screams. But he still let out a suppressed moan.

This made Hoffa incomprehensible, he felt that he was mediocre in appearance, and had no talent other than transformation, and that he should not be so excited.

"What do you think of our playing?" asked Don Quixote.

"That's good. Hoffa said from the bottom of his heart, "But does the teacher of the history of magic also teach music?"

Don Quixote shook his head, he smiled and said, "The weather is suitable for playing today, that's all." You should know that art is unfathomable magic, Hoffa, I have always felt that Hogwarts education in art is a failure, of course, if Albus is willing to replace that old ghost who doesn't want money in the future, I am sure you will be able to have a deeper sense of music. ”

Hoffa couldn't help but shake his head, although what the other party said made some sense, but at this moment, he really didn't have time to exchange his understanding of music with the other party, he just wanted to see Principal Pierre.

"Can I see Headmaster Pierre?" he said, "I have brought Albus Dumbledore's letter and I would like to give it to myself."

"Stop, stop!"

Don Quixote placed his finger on Hoffa's lips.

Frightened, Hoffa stepped back and shoved back the half-pumped letter.

"Isn't it convenient?" he asked.

"Of course not, we've wanted to see you for a long time. Don Quixote said.

"You want to see me, why do you want to see me?" said Hoffa, a little confused.

Don Quixote clasped his arms and said, "Your father-in-law is a well-known alumnus of our school, your mother is also a student of the school, and your friend is one of the most important trustees of our school.

Hoffa opened his mouth in shock.

He didn't expect this guy to be so direct, and he was a little caught off guard. He didn't know who his mother was, and he didn't know what other friends he had with Beauxbatons, not to mention that he and Fatil had never had that agreement, and even if he was joking, how could he still be serious

"Let's go, I'll take you to your alma mater. ”

Don Quixote said.

What is it? Hoffa is confused, alma mater.

His alma mater was Hogwarts anyway, and it would never become Beauxbatons. But he could only say this kind of thing in his heart, he was still tasked with asking for help given to him by Dumbledore, and he could only answer these strange words in silence, and he did not refute them.

Don Quixote drew his wand and fired a flare into the sky.

Then, a floating elevator descended from the towering courtyard wall. Several people walked into the suspension ladder one after another, and the girls playing music and Hoffa huddled together. He wasn't fine, but the two girls standing next to him had red necks, and she was biting her lip and avoiding Hoffa's eyes, her body trembling.

Hoffa looked at them in bewilderment, unable to understand why they were so excited.

As the elevator gets higher and higher, and above the towering courtyard wall, three huge vaulted castles appear in front of Hofa, and compared to Hogwarts, Beauxbatons's architectural style is much softer, and the color palette is also very warm, without the sharp and eerie texture of Hogwarts. It is gold and white all over, with many blue stripes in the middle, like sweet marshmallows.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the fountain in front of the building, only to see that there is a more than eight meters high Pegasus sculpture in the pond, those stone carved horses have wings, and they leap high and vividly, and they are very handsome.

The elevator descended slowly, and finally stopped near the ground, and Don Quixote led Hoffa and his party down the elevator, only to see him point to the fountain in front of him and ask Hoffa, "Do you know this fountain?"

Hoffa shook his head.

"This fountain is called the Perenal Fountain, and you must know the owner who built it. ”

"I know?"

"Two hundred years ago, Nicolame and his wife financed the construction of this fountain, and named it after his wife, what do you think?"

"It was spectacular. Hoffa said.

(He couldn't help but think of the thunderous sound he heard at Lemay's house and Nicol Lemay's mask of pain.) ）

At this time, a large number of students poured out of the castle, both men and women, and they rushed to the high platforms on both sides of the fountain, looking at the black-clothed young man below, and the screams resounded in the sky.

"Hofa!Hofa!Hofa!!"

The students shouted his name, startling Hoffa.

He looked around in shock, not knowing what was happening.

Don Quixote said, "We've heard of you, Hoffa, Animagus the Thunderbird, the Legendary Shield Releaser, Grindelwald's nemesis, and we've been looking forward to the day when you'll be back here, and behold, they're all your admirers." ”

Listening to the screams, Hoffa broke out in a cold sweat and stabbed his back. The nightmare experience had made him reluctant to endure such fame anymore, and he only wanted to complete his mission, defeat Sylby, and return to Aglaia to confess to her. And before that, he didn't want to attract anyone's attention, and every little attention he paid would make him feel more ashamed and frightened.

But Beauxbatons' students did not want to grant Hoffa's wish. A fanatical girl rushed out of the crowd despite the obstacles, she held a photo in her hand, rushed to Hoffa's side, and asked loudly, "Are you really Hoffa, how are you different from the person in the photo!?"

Hoffa shuddered as she looked at the photo she was holding.

There was more than one person in the picture.

"Hey, Bach, can you really turn into a Thunderbird?"

A boy waved at him excitedly from a high place: "Become a thunderbird and show us, please!"

"Yes, yes, Hoffa, let's see the Thunderbirds!"

Hoffa certainly couldn't turn into a thunderbird, and the beast inside him showed that he wasn't worthy to harness that vast amount of energy. The frenzied cries of these people made him feel embarrassed, and he could only force a smile.

Fortunately, just as the frenzy was at its peak, a tall figure rushed out of the castle and said loudly: "You are so bold, have you forgotten the principal's ban? Run outside one by one!? Hurry up and give me back, otherwise one person will be deducted ten points!!"

(End of chapter)