For the next three days, Hoffa stayed in the tower and did not go out, and since he refused Pierre's request to join Beauxbatons, Pierre did not give Hoffa a good look, and asked the elf to bring him the most ordinary food to eat every day, which was about the appearance of a piece of white bread and a glass of water.

He probably thought that this would make Hoffa taste the bitterness, and knew the end of rejecting him. But Hoffa was almost thankful that if he was allowed to eat "hometown food" for three more days, he was afraid that he would go crazy on the spot.

Despite the cold attitude of the higher-ups, Hofa was still eerily popular among the ordinary students, and every day his tower was surrounded by a large number of fanatical fans, making him afraid to go out.

He didn't know what was going on at Hogwarts, Sylby had taken away his time power with the God of Nightmares, and there was still no news from him, and the peaceful atmosphere made him feel depressed and terrifying.

After three days on thin ice, it was finally Beauxbatons' school anniversary. It was dawn and Hoffa came down from the tower early in the morning, hoping to see Nicolamay, for he remembered that Nicolemmay had told him the other day that he could come to him if he could find something untenable in France.

No, the ginger is still old and spicy, and Hoffa feels that he has hit a wall, and Lemay has already guessed it.

As a result of the school celebration, Beauxbatons' walls have been lined with garlands and streamers, and sparkling magic stars have been hung everywhere. Hoffa also attended several Christmas parties at Hogwarts when he was younger, but the overall atmosphere of Hogwarts was very mysterious and gloomy, and the embellishments and streamers hung on Hogwarts were somewhat subtle like a skeleton bride. But Beauxbatons is different, the same decoration hangs on the walls of Beauxbatons, and it becomes a colored candle on a large cream cake, sweet to the point of greasy.

When we arrived at Beauxbatons' hall, the hall was already full of seats, which were beautifully decorated, but not in many quantities, and it seemed that they were chairs for those well-known guests.

Olim is directing the students to be busy here, moving chairs around and posing in beautiful shapes. Seeing Hoffa coming, she reached out to greet him and said good morning.

"This is a place for well-known alumni. Hofa, maybe you'll sit in there too. Olim said.

Hoffa was not interested in this, and he asked, "Are these only seats, students, are they attending the school celebration?"

"Their location is outside me, and the auditorium can't accommodate that many people. "Also, they're in charge of the welcome ceremony, the band playing and so on. ”

So Hoffa went to the fountain square outside the auditorium, which was much more spacious than the outside, and the closed door to the sky could be seen from a distance. The students built a garland archway near the elevator, flanked by a procession of musicians, and it appeared that the famous alumni would enter Beauxbatons through the chairs.

After confirming where Nicolamet would appear, Hoffa found a fountain chair in the corner and sat on it to take a closer look.

As the minutes ticked by, the crowd in the square gradually increased, and the students all changed into long dresses, holding garlands and streamers in their hands, clapping their hands and twisting on the side of the archway. The teachers also gathered around Principal Pierre and stood on the high platform of the fountain, waiting quietly.

At eight o'clock, a tall and handsome boy stood on the platform next to him, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention. I saw him smile and said: "Now, let's invite the famous alumni, the ancient and noble French magic family, the representative of the hundreds of years of the Rooty Iris family, Duke Vincent Picoquet to enter!!"

Accompanied by the beat of drums and cheers, a tall middle-aged man in a rich robe descended slowly from the elevator of the courtyard wall. The man smiled and waved to the cheering crowd on either side.

Beauxbatons' teachers greeted him and shook hands with Duke Vincent.

When the Duke arrived, the boy sang, "Now, let us welcome Lady Zoe Robert, a graduate of Beauxbatons's 608th class and a famous alumnus, who served three terms as Minister of Magic of France." ”

Cheers and applause as always.

A gray-haired old woman slowly walked down the elevator with a small handbag supported by several ladies, she trembled and stretched out her hand to greet her, and several teachers hurriedly walked down the high platform at the behest of Pierre, helped the old woman to the high platform, and kissed the principal Pierre.

There was an endless stream of people who came to attend the school celebration, and the handsome boy kept shouting, and Huo Fafa sat on a chair and waited quietly, and finally, after welcoming ten people. I only heard the boy sing: "I didn't expect that the long-awaited legend would also come to Beauxbatons' school celebration, below, let's welcome, the greatest alchemist of all time, the living fossil of the wizarding world, one of the trustees of Beauxbatons, the founder of Fountain Square, Nicol Lemay!!"

Whistles and exclamations rang out, and drums beat incessantly.

A group of teachers exclaimed and looked at the headmaster, Pierre, who proudly stroked his beard, carried his cane and walked down to Nicolame in front of him, and kissed him passionately.

Hoffa looked at Nicolamay, who was dressed in an old-fashioned robe with a hoop neck, and looked like Rembrandt coming out of an oil painting. It's like the simple old man in London.

If it is really a man who relies on clothes and horses and saddles, Hoffa thought to himself, this old fellow is quite like that in a formal suit. He also applauded after him. It turned out that Nicolame was one of the school trustees, no wonder Don Quixote would have said that before. Now Dumbledore's mission is in play, and if Nicolame can speak for him, maybe Pierre can change his mind.

Surrounded by a group of teachers, Lemay stepped onto the high platform and shook hands with the other guests.

Hoffa rose from his bench, strode up the steps, pushed away the two wizards who tried to stop him, and went straight behind Nicolamet, patting him on the shoulder.

Nicola May was shaking hands with Zoe, the former Minister of Magic, when he turned his head and saw Hoffa, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then he nodded apologetically to Zoe, "I'm sorry, I have something." ”

Zoe's ears are also not good, and she is still playing haha. Pierre, on the other hand, saw that Hoffa suddenly appeared and took Nicolemel away, and the expression on his face was cloudy.

Hoffa left the crowd with Nicolamay, and Lemay asked, "Bach boy, were you really sent here by Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Dumbledore asked me to convince Pierre to send an army to Hogwarts. Hoffa said frankly: "It's a pity that he didn't even read the letter. ”

It was no surprise that Pierre refused. ”

Lemay sighed: "Of the three major schools, only it is the best preserved now. ”

"What about your attitude, Lemay. Hoffa asked.

"Albus also told me about it, and I had the same attitude as him. The wizarding world is now brittle and needs to be united to boost people's faith in magic. ”

Relieved, Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you sure?"

"I've prepared a speech, we've agreed on it, and I'll have my turn to speak after Pierre has finished speaking," said Nicolamay in a low voice. I'm sure they'll change their minds after listening to my speech. ”

At this time, Hoffa completely relaxed, Dumbledore really found the wrong person, if only he knew that Lemay was the school director and asked him to complete this task directly. Let him make an extra trip, it's thankless, why bother.

Seeing that Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, Nicolame patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, leave it to me." Look at your nervous breakdown, where do you look like a young man. ”

(Now, let's welcome Ms. Delfina Spencer, an ancient family from Andorra, a benefactor from Beauxbatons over generations, and the patriarch of the generous and wealthy Spencer family!)

Lemay was still comforting Hoffa: "Go and eat, play, the French girls are more enthusiastic than the other, if I were your age."

Shadows slipped from the sky and crawled all over Hoffa's face. It was as if the sky, which had just been sunny, suddenly became cloudy.

Hoffa, who was chatting with Nicolamay, had a frozen expression on his face.

He slowly stepped out of Nicolame's side, facing the flowery archway.

Amid the applause and cheers of the students, a woman in a wheelchair was slowly pushed out, and she nodded to the people around her with a smile. On her knees, there was a wand and a crystal ball.

Hoffa's pupils shook violently, and his palms went numb from the shock.

Sylby turned out to be among the invites, damn Beauxbatons leader, damn Pierre, he's a madman or a fool.

On the other side, Pierre was even making a face-to-face salute with Sylbie, as enthusiastic as ever.

Hoffa's heart plummeted, and his brain spun wildly. What exactly is Sylby going to do when he is here at this moment?

Nicolamay stood beside Hoffa, his face pale, "It's her, how could she come?"

"Lemay, you see," Hoffa murmured.

"Hmm. ”

Nicolame nodded solemnly: "The woman in the wheelchair! ”

"You probably don't know it, he killed Fatil. Hoffa whispered, "I saw it with my own eyes. ”

Nicola Lamé opened his mouth.

"You probably don't know that he also planned the Hogwarts explosion four years ago. Hoffa whispered.

Nicolame's head was sweating, and his mouth could fit an egg.

"Lemay, it looks like the trip is coming to an end. Hoffa said.

"What?"

Hoffa's expression became cold: "You leave immediately and go to a safe place." Gather as many people as possible. I'm afraid there will be a big battle at a historical level here. ”

Nicolame gasped, and the face of the young man next to him was palpitating.

"What about you, Hoffa, you don't know anyone here now, and if I'm gone, who's going to help you?" said Nicol Lemay worriedly.

Hoffa said with a blank face: "Lemay, no matter what happens to me today, you must leave. ”

Nicol Lemay was shocked, and he wanted to refute.

But Hoffa turned his head and looked him in the eye: "Lemay, your existence is far more important than you think. If you make any mistakes here, the logic of my existence will disappear immediately, and I can't predict what will happen next. Now you can't be the only one, go down and prepare. ”

Nicol Lemay could not understand, and he was not to be reconciled: "Bach, what the hell are you talking about?"

"This is the order, Lemay. ”

Hoffa interrupted him.

The calm words fell on Nicolame's ears, but he was like a thunderbolt, and he was stunned. The awe that was vague reappeared, as if some inexplicable magic connected him to the boy in front of him, and made him unable to raise the courage to oppose it.

He pondered for a moment, raised his head, and said, "I will take someone to wait for you at the station in the Pyrenees for twelve hours, and if you don't come back by then, I will have to send an obituary." ”

"Don't crow's mouth, Lemay. Hoffa said.

After making the decision, Nicol Lemay did not ink, he excused himself to go to the toilet and left the scene.

Hoffa stared at the woman in the wheelchair, and Sylby's gray eyes swept around the venue lightly, locking on to the corner of Hoffa, revealing a shallow smile.

Hofa's hair exploded, as if facing a great enemy.

Rumble!!

This was accompanied by a heavy artillery fire.

Huo Fa, whose nerves were tense to the extreme, shook his hand, and his palms turned into five sharp feather knives side by side.

But that was only a signal of the beginning of the celebration.

Pairs of Beauxbatons men and women joined hands and streamed out of the castle in a long chain, led by the leading male dance partner, running and dancing merrily and enthusiastically through the halls, fountains, auditoriums, and corridors, and the students they met joined them in increasing numbers.

Sylby looked at Hoffa in a fighting state and couldn't help but laugh.

Hofa ran in front of the crowd, holding hands and dressed in delicate and brightly colored gowns, whirling and jumping in the hall like flowers in full bloom.

It was as if Hoffa had fallen into an invisible whirlpool, unable to advance or retreat.

The feather knife retracts and becomes the finger.

His face was pale.

Sylby was already leaning back in his wheelchair, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly, as if he too was immersed in such a lively atmosphere.

Play with flames, stilt walking, tap dancing.

A series of traditional projects is dizzying.

But Hoffa's eyes were empty, and he couldn't see anything except the woman in the wheelchair. At this moment, he was calculating the success rate of immediately stepping forward to assassinate Sylbie.

As the clock ticked out at 10 o'clock in Beauxbatons, the welcoming ceremony ended and the well-known alumni entered the auditorium, surrounded by Beauxbatons teachers and students.

The Hofa magnet followed the wheelchair not far away.

In the hall, Beauxbatons' headmaster began to deliver a speech for the centennial celebration.

"Dear alumni and guests, welcome to Beauxbatons' 10th Centennial, the wizarding world has been in a state of constant turmoil and unrest more than a decade ago, ever since the German dark wizard Grindelwald launched a large-scale invasion of the wizarding world in Europe. However, just last year, thanks to the joint efforts of wizards from all over Europe, the dark wizard Grindelwald was expelled, and the world ushered in two years of peace. And in this great victory, it is not an exaggeration to say that we Beauxbatons and the wizards under Beauxbatons have contributed greatly. Now that the evil Germany has been sanctioned, we who represent justice have gone through a difficult time, but we have finally ushered in hope and dawn."

And all this is thanks to the spirit that this great school has given us, our magic, which comes from our culture, our long history and traditions, and this centenary is the moment when our traditions are manifested."

Pierre stood on the high platform and said enthusiastically.

The applause was continuous, and every time Pierre paused, the gap was filled with applause.

After calculating for a long time, Hoffa decided to take the initiative.

Before the sortie though.

Students must be allowed to leave.

Prefect Olim was clapping vigorously when suddenly, someone tugged at her waist.

She turned her head and saw a grim-looking Hoffa.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"There are so many people gathered here that it's not safe. Hoffa said bluntly.

Olim was stunned for a moment, and then said unhappily: "It's not safe, what's not safe, Hoffa, please don't question our ability, our security work is in place." ”

"Do you remember the Titanic?" said Hoffa.

Olim looked slightly annoyed: "Hoffa, don't talk nonsense, how can that kind of Muggle ship be compared to our Beauxbatons, our school has been around for thousands of years. ”

Hoffa: "I don't blame you, Olym, I just hope that, as a prefect, you can prepare some lifeboats." Just in case, I mean in case something happens. You'd better be prepared, that's your job, isn't it?"

"Okay, you're really" Olim rolled his eyes helplessly, "Okay, okay, you think I'm doing something wrong, I'll make amends." ”

Hoffa: "There are so many students out there, if you can, I'd like you to evacuate them." ”

Olim was shocked: "What!?Are you crazy, Bach, our headmaster is giving a speech, you asked me to evacuate the students below, you let our headmaster give a speech to the air, what if?"

"Time is running out. ”

Hoffa pleaded.

"No, no, no!" Olim waved his hand angrily and said, "You are deliberately demolishing our principal's platform! I can't evacuate the students, and if I listen to you today, I won't have to stay in France in the future." ”

(Pierre: Although the wizarding world is facing some minor problems right now, which has caused some people and wizards to waver in their attitudes towards magic.) But these issues are within my control. At a time when other schools of magic are languishing. Beauxbatons' long-standing principle of independence played a crucial role in this time. Dear alumni, dear students, there is an opportunity in a crisis. If this crisis can be handled skillfully, Beauxbatons' influence in Europe and around the world will continue to expand in the future. I thought, if there is any place that can represent the future, it is undoubtedly -——Beauxbatons!)

Accompanied by his enthusiastic and high-spirited voice.

A large blue Pegasus tapestry rolls down the wall behind him.

The audience applauded

Hoffa feels that the crisis is imminent, but if no one cooperates with him, then whether he takes the initiative or passively defends, it will cause heavy losses. And now the wizarding world can't afford to withstand more tosses, and he doesn't want to see greater losses.

Suddenly, someone said, "Olim, be obedient." ”

Hoffa raised his head and was surprised to see a middle-aged man in a white split trench coat standing beside him, only to see him staring at the blue tapestry with a blank face.

"Olim, Bach has a point. Sadness is always after the excitement, my organ can't play bright music today, and if even art is sad, then reality can't be as good as the eye sees. ”

He looked at the applause and said, "There must be something I didn't see, but my accordion did." ”

Orimu, who didn't believe it, immediately changed his face when he heard Don Quixote's words: "My God, Don Quixote, do you think something is abnormal?"

"Of course, Olim, I never lie. Art never lies. Don Quixote said.

Olim immediately grabbed Don Quixote's wrist, looked at Hoffa, and asked, "Then Hoffa, where do you think we should evacuate the students?" ”

Hoffa didn't expect that when he was almost in despair, this teacher of the history of magic would stand up and help him.

He hurriedly said: "The farther the better, no matter how bad it is, you have to move to the clouds outside, in short, I don't know what is going to happen." But you have to think about the worst, think about the worst, and then prepare. ”

"Good. ”

Olim agreed, and then, along with Don Quixote, she left the venue.

In the center of the venue, Pierre's speech finally came to an end, he coughed twice, and said: "Now, I would like to invite the famous wizard, the greatest alchemist of all time, and Beauxbatons' good friend, Nicol Lemay, to congratulate us on our school anniversary. ”

Bang bang bang.

The applause was endless.

However, when the applause ended, no one stood up.

The crowd looked around in confusion to find Nicolame.

But in the silence, Nicolamay was nowhere to be found.

Pierre frowned, his face a little unsightly. He felt that he couldn't get off the stage, and Nicolamay, who had made an appointment with him in advance, didn't know where to go.

In the awkward silence, someone chuckled.

"Lemay is old, he may be in a toilet at this time, and he can't straighten his waist. ”

Everyone's eyes turned again, and fell on the woman in the wheelchair.

I only heard her say in a slightly hoarse and magnetic voice: "Principal Pierre, Lemay have to stay in the toilet for a while, everyone wait for his time, don't mind coming and listening to me say a few words, I also have a speech, it's very short, it won't delay much." ”

(End of chapter)