The girl was more than three heads taller than the average person, and she had very sharp eyebrows, which looked very imposing.

Angrily reprimanded by the tall girl, the fanatical fans finally relented a little, and they retreated from the railing, their eyes still staring at Hoffa. As if expecting him to perform a big change Thunderbird.

After the students dispersed, the tall woman came to Don Quixote's side and said very dissatisfied: "Professor, today is not the time for rehearsals, the situation around the periphery is already very tense, you can run out by yourself!

"The lark doesn't stop singing because of the fighting, Olim. ”

Don Quixote interrupted her and said, "But, thanks to you, you were able to take those students away." This Hogwarts student is even more popular than I expected. ”

As he spoke, he pushed Hoffa to the woman who was three heads taller than him, and introduced, "This is Hoffa, the legendary student of Hogwarts, and this is Olim, the best prefect in Beauxbatons. ”

Hoffa opened his mouth in a daze, this figure is too iconic, there is no doubt that this is the future Headmaster Beauxbatons, it turns out that he is also the same age as himself?

"Is this Hofabach?"

And Olim stared at Hoffa intently, she pursed her lips and snorted softly, "It doesn't look very special, it's not handsome and doesn't have golden eyes." ”

The girls next to Don Quixote pursed their lips in displeasure when they heard her say this, which was clearly belittling their eyes.

Hoffa was relieved.

"Thank you, thank you. ”

He hurriedly raised his hand to thank him, he had heard an objective word for so long.

Orim was amused by his action, and she covered her mouth and said, "It's good, you're still a little self-aware, and you're not carried away by Beauxbatons' enthusiasm." ”

Don Quixote said, "Olim, I still have some business to attend to, you can take Hoffa around the school first, take him to get acquainted with Beauxbatons, and we'll see you at dinner." ”

"Uh, okay. ”

Olim probably didn't expect to be the greeting task herself, so she tidied up her school robe and hair to make herself look more dignified.

"Let's go, girls, we still have to rehearse for dinner. ”

Don Quixote said to the girls around him.

Then he left the fountain with the group of warblers.

Olim looked at Don Quixote's back and snorted dissatisfiedly: "Old." ”

After slandering the teacher, she bent down to look at Hoffa, stretched out her hand and said, "It's all coming to school, don't bring a sword, it will scare the students." ”

Hoffa thought about it and felt that the task was still important, so he put the cross sword in Olim's hand, because of the giant blood, this girl was extremely tall, and Hofa's cross sword was like a small dagger in her hand.

"It's strange to you, too, that I haven't heard of a wizard wielding a sword in years, and what about your wand?" asked Olim.

Hoffa thought to himself that his wand was busy playing with the world.

"It has its own ideas. Hoffa said, "I can't control it. ”

Olim was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, and muttered: "You can still talk about such literature and art if you lose your wand, ah, anyway, for a wizard like you, it is enough to turn into a thunderbird, and it is almost the same with or without a wand." ”

The two walked down the steps into Beauxbatons' main building, where students sat in the courtyard reading books and practicing wielding their wands, tropical birds and cats flew around the school building, and even the paintings on the walls were partying and partying.

Compared to the Hogwarts paintings, the paintings here are more flamboyant and bold, with many paintings of plump girls and young women, who are not wearing much clothing. As Hoffa passes by, they also strike a charming pose and hook their fingers at Hoffa.

Hoffa, who was accustomed to the strict rules under Dippert's rule, had never seen such a scene, it was too artistic. He couldn't accept it, so he had no choice but not to turn his head. But there were also enthusiastic students on the other side, who looked at Hoffa, dressed in black hunting suits, chattering excitedly and pointing. It's like a flock of canaries bouncing around looking at the night owls.

"What's wrong with the students in your school?"

After a group of students walked over, Hoffa asked with trepidation, "I didn't do anything, even if I did something, it was done in Hogwarts, why should the people of your school be so welcome." ”

Olim scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Someone in our school has written a book of you as a template and passed it on to the students privately, uh, it's mostly girls." ”

Hoffa was shocked, he thought to himself who was so full and idle that he really lived a hell of a life, in case he had to write about the experience in the nightmare, he wouldn't have to live.

Although Olim looked serious, she also ignited the spirit of gossip when she talked about this kind of thing, and she bent down and whispered, "The story of you and that girl is everywhere among the girls in the school, her family is the oldest family in our school, and the name of the Drashis family appears most often on the Quidditch cup in our school." If you can be recognized by that girl, I think"

Hoffa's legs were weak, and he almost didn't fall on the ground.

Olim hurriedly held him up: "What's wrong. ”

"Can you stop talking about that? Hoffa squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot, it's all Grindelwald's fault, right?" Olim cheered up, "We believe you, Hoffa, you can beat Grindelwald!"

Hoffa didn't answer, and Orim probably thought that Aglaia was dead and that Grindelwald had killed her. But for Hoffa, he could no longer blame Grindelwald. The only thing he could blame was himself, and the guilt made him barely breathe.

Fortunately, a loud applause came from the other side of the lively Beauxbatons, which temporarily diverted his attention. Olim led Hoffa to the place where the students applauded. Here, many students are walking around on stilts on the smooth ground, and the students on the stilts are wearing all kinds of strange makeup, some are losing balls, some are dancing, and some are spitting flames.

Whenever they made some difficult movements, there were cheerful applause from the students below.

Hofa had never seen this scene even at Hogwarts in peacetime, and he looked at the acrobatic students and asked, "What are they doing?

Olim smiled and explained, "It's a good coincidence that you're here, and it's Beauxbatons' centennial celebration in three days. It is only held once in a hundred years, and on this day, many wizards with heads and faces will come to participate in the school celebration. The students are rehearsing for the school anniversary. ”

It dawned on Hoffa that it was no wonder that Nicolemel would tell him that he could go to him if he had a problem in France. I think he must have been invited by the school celebration, after all, the fountain outside was built at his expense.

"How's it going?" asked Olim proudly, "Isn't it much more lively than Hogwarts?" ”

Thinking of the dilapidated and desolate Hogwarts, Hoffa's eyes couldn't help but darken. He asked, "Hasn't Beauxbatons' magic waned?"

Olim: "A little better than Hogwarts." At the very beginning of the decline of the magic, Principal Pierre took the measure of closing the school completely. All Beauxbatons students were locked up on campus and were not allowed to go out. In retrospect, it was a wise decision, Hogwarts had declined, and the wizarding world in other countries had been greatly impacted, but Beauxbatons was still intact. ”

Hoffa was puzzled: "Did the magic ebb and flow event really not affect Beauxbatons at all?"

Orimu's expression was much more serious, and she said, "There must be, there are some young wizards who are already showing symptoms of not being able to use their wands. They often get sleepy, sleep in class, and sleep in the common room, as if they want to sleep all the time. Every time I wake up from sleep, it's like losing my soul, my magic is greatly damaged, and my personality has become gloomy and extreme. ”

Hoffa looked at the plants in the courtyard, and in the bustling scene, the magical plants in the courtyard had quietly died. It seems that the power of the Nightmare God is not blocked by the Beauxbatons school gate, and it still erodes all corners of the wizarding world.

"Excuse me, when will I see Principal Pierre. ”

Hoffa immediately asked.

"In the evening, Hoffa, you go for a walk around the school. Every evening, Headmaster Pierre throws a banquet and eats with the teachers and prefects, and I think he'll be inviting you tonight. ”

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, it was good to see the person in charge.

For the rest of the day, Hoffa followed Olim around Beauxbatons' campus, no smaller than Hogwarts, and in many places had far more ornate decorations than Hogwarts. Similarly, the students here are more enthusiastic than their British counterparts, and the enthusiasm is a bit overwhelming.

Occasionally, however, he would see students dozing off in the corner, their eyes misty, their expressions melancholy, and their eyes unconcerned, not at all paying attention to what was happening around them.

Every time Olim saw such a student, he shouted at them to cheer them up, but it didn't work, and as soon as Olim left, they dozed off again.

The presence of these people made Hoffa's nerves tense and he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Finally, the time came for night, when the deep blue of the night hung over Beauxbatons' castle. Olim led Hoffa to Beauxbatons' auditorium.

Unlike Hogwarts, Beauxbatons' Great Hall does not have four houses, and does not have four long tables like theirs. Their cafeteria is more like a mix of a cafeteria and a large western restaurant, where students take their food and sit in different seats.

Similarly, the places where students and teachers eat are not together, and the students are in the cafeteria on the first floor. Olim, on the other hand, took Hoffa to the second floor of the restaurant.

The décor is so splendid that even the most exclusive restaurants pale in comparison. After passing through several wizards and armor on duty, Olim led Hoffa to a dining room with a long golden table.

There were already a lot of people gathered in the restaurant, all dressed in different ways, but the uniform standard was flamboyance, and Hoffa even saw a wizard with several bright feathers on his head, like a chicken. When he saw Hoffa coming, he jumped up excitedly, grabbed his hand directly, and muttered a lot of words very quickly.

Hoffa didn't know him, so he could only smile and shake his hand.

Olim introduced him: "This is Longerak, Beauxbatons' Transfiguration teacher. She whispered in Hofa's ear, "He's a fan of yours, and he hasn't been able to become an Animagus to this day."

The Transfiguration teacher probably asked a lot of questions about Transfiguration, but he spoke so fast that Hoffa couldn't hear a word. But out of politeness, he had to listen attentively on the sidelines, trying to discern the meaning of each of his words.

Fortunately, except for this unusually enthusiastic Transfiguration teacher, the other teachers had a relatively cold attitude towards Hoffa. They looked at Hoffa cautiously, and when they met their gaze, they quickly turned their heads away from him.

However, this is good news for Hoffa.

A Transfiguration teacher would be enough for him.

Fortunately, Longrack's torture did not last long, and soon an old man, supported by Don Quixote, slowly came to the hall. He was about the same age as Dumbledore, but much shorter, with a white beard curled upwards, a large hair combed with meticulous back, a cane studded with sapphires in his hand, and a sparkling look in his eyes, which made him look like a man of great energy.

When Hoffa saw him, his eyes lit up, and he immediately said sorry to Langlak and greeted him. Even if no one introduced him, in terms of temperament, he could tell at a glance that this was the current principal of Beauxbatons - Jean Pierre.

Seeing Hoffa, dressed in a black hunting suit, Pierre happily pushed Don Quixote away, opened his arms very happily, and said, "Ahhhh ”

Along the way, Hoffa came to appreciate the warmth of these Frenchmen, and he hugged each other, kissed them on the face, and said, "It's an honor to meet you, honorable Headmaster." ”

"Look, it's worthy of Fatil's fancies. Pierre said to the teachers around him: "You see, very polite, very gentle. ”

At this time, the previous cold teachers showed enthusiastic smiles, agreed with Pierre's words, and greeted Hoffa. said some young talents, worthy of the name.

Hoffa didn't have the heart to be polite with these people, he was full of Dumbledore's mission, and he was even more eager to know his attitude when he met Pierre.

"Come, sit. ”

Pierre pointed to a position of the deputy.

Hoffa was a little nervous, he felt like he shouldn't be in this position. But when the matter was urgent, he didn't shirk it too much and sat down in this position.

As soon as he sat down, he leaned sideways and said in a low voice, "Headmaster, I have a letter from Mr. Dumbledore."

When Pierre heard this, he raised his eyebrows, but did not reply, he sat up straight, and said to Don Quixote: "Let the elves serve the food, our guests must not go hungry after a long journey, let him taste the delicacies of his homeland." ”

Don Quixote nodded elegantly, then he clapped his hands, and immediately a group of elves in maid dresses flew in from the sky, unlike the house-elves of Hogwarts, Beauxbatons' elves were cute-looking, with shiny wings on their backs, very dreamy.

Soon, the elf had the table full. The golden cutlery was lifted to reveal the assortment of food inside. Among them, smoked silver carp, oysters, sole, pan-fried foie gras, onion soup and so on are just appetizers. Not to mention the main meal that hasn't come up yet.

"Come, taste. ”

Pierre said enthusiastically.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies in front of him, Hoffa's scalp was really numb and he didn't dare to eat. What happened in the nightmare reminded him of the horror of these exquisite foods. But Pierre was watching him, and he couldn't refuse, so he forced himself to cut off a small piece of meat with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth, pretending to chew it, and swallowing it.

The taste in his throat made his nerves tense, and he put down the dishes tremblingly, exclaiming, "It's wonderful, I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time." ”

"Hahaha, what do I say, the food in my hometown is always the most delicious. ”

The elf poured wine for everyone, and Pierre raised his glass: "Come, let us welcome the return of the wanderer, and hope that every wizard bloodline outside will return to his rightful home." ”

Pierre's proposal was well received, and everyone in the hall raised their glasses and chimed in: "I hope that every wizard bloodline out there will return to his rightful place." ”

With a glass of wine, Hoffa's spirit was already tense to the extreme, and the food and wine were incomparably torturous for him. He just wanted to finish dinner quickly and get down to business with Pierre.

However, Pierre did not ask about Hoffa's intentions, but he elegantly cut off a piece of foie gras and said, "Have some music, Don Quixote." ”

"Of course, Your Excellency. ”

Don Quixote clapped his hands again.

The elves brought harps and played a beautiful and cheerful melody in the hall.

The melody fell into Hoffa's ears, and he felt like the seats were burning his ass. Again and again, he thought of Miranda's smile in the dream, the sweet but deadly kiss. Why is he so willing to eat those things?

But the things he felt fearful were now enlivening the atmosphere in the hall, and the atmosphere of the banquet was becoming more and more lively as fine food was brought one after another. Beauxbatons' school leaders talked a lot, from the stars to Gringotts, from wand materials to the herbal business. From student grades to Quidditch matches.

But he never mentioned Hofa's intentions, which made Hofa very anxious. From time to time, they had to ask Hoffa a few questions, but most of them were innocuous and innocuous questions, such as how it was felt when transforming into a magical creature or the trick of casting spells without a wand.

But out of politeness, Hoffa still responded one by one, knowing everything.

After three rounds of drinking, Pierre's face was red after drinking, and the whole person leaned back in his chair, pointing with a cane, looking very happy. The other teachers also let go of their bodies, and all kinds of jokes went on and on.

Huo Fa saw that he finally served this master comfortably, and the banquet was almost over. So he cautiously leaned over and asked, "Lord, can you talk about Hogwarts?" ”

As soon as he said this, Pierre, who was still laughing a second ago, immediately glared at him, tapped his fingers on the table, and said, "You should have come back to see it, Bach." If you want me to say, your presence at Hogwarts was a pure accident, and if you were in France, you would have received an invitation from Beauxbatons.

In the first two years under the management of Duppert, that school can still be seen, but now you can see. Hey, sometimes, school leaders are too important, and a wise decision can save or destroy a school, right, Bach?"

"That's what the headmaster said. Hoffa hastened to compliment.

"Hahahaha, but if you want me to say, the prodigal son will not change his money. You've suffered a lot out there over the years. I heard that you left Hogwarts when you were in your third year, and you still don't have a diploma, right? Bach, this is not going to work, you have to be promoted, this thing will get stuck in your neck. ”

"I was young and ignorant, Headmaster. ”

Hoffa bowed his head and said humbly.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, Seon doesn't know if he's lost. Pierre waved his hand generously: "Now that Hogwarts is gone, if you want me to say, you can come to Beauxbatons." Come to your mother's school, right, graduate from me and settle down in France. I think that this will make you happy not only for your mother's spirit in the heavens, but also for the Drashis family. ”

Hoffa looked down, his eyes dilated, and he clenched his fists on his knees.

"Yes, Hoffa, take the lead. If you can return to the place where you really belong, there will be many wizards who will follow suit. A female teacher with beautiful makeup chimed in.

Hoffa looked up and looked directly at Pierre.

"Headmaster, Hogwarts is not gone. He whispered.

"Ah, just those few people, it's no different from disappearing. Don't look at me like this, I'm also very well-informed, it's all a matter of time or time, are you right? Pierre said indifferently.

Hoffa couldn't bear it any longer, he stood up, bowed deeply, and said, "Principal Pierre, I'm here to ask for help. The existence of Hogwarts is a matter of survival in the wizarding world. Now, the root of the loss of mana is entrenched in Hogwarts, we want to solve the problem of mana loss, but now Hogwarts is seriously underwhelmed, and we ask the headmaster to send some reinforcements to help us. ”

Quiescence.

The table, which was still peaceful, fell into a crisis-like silence at the moment.

Beauxbatons teachers exchanged glances with each other.

Others are stuck in a motionless position.

Even the elf playing music didn't move.

Only Don Quixote took a puff and puffed out a smoke ring. Look at Hoffa with amusement.

Hoffa knew his actions were rude, but he had no choice. Time does not allow him to enjoy fine food here and listen to soft music.

After some time, Jean-Pierre slowly picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Bach, do you know where the wizard's magic comes from?"

"Ask the principal to explain. ”

Hoffa said as he bent over.

"The magic of a wizard comes from faith, from fantasy. If there are no illusions, there is no faith. There would be no difference between wizards and Muggles. But fantasy is fragile, and so is faith.

Especially at times like these, Muggles are constantly impacting human fantasies and beliefs. At this time, the more open you are, the faster the magic will disappear.

Look at what happened to Hogwarts, after Deppet's ouster, Albus immediately adopted a series of pro-Muggle policies, which led to a large number of new cultures pouring into the wizarding world, what was the final result?"

Pierre sneered: "If everyone knows that a wand is not as good as a gun, who would pick up a wand?"

And at a time like this, you want me to send my precious students to such a dangerous world, just like Dumbledore?

No, of course not.

If my students leave Beauxbatons and become like Hogwarts students, or even come against Beauxbatons, can I take on this responsibility?"

Hoffa looked at Pierre, and his heart sank.

"But Lord Headmaster, even if you don't do anything, your magic is still declining, and you won't feel it. Hoffa whispered.

"That's better than Hogwarts, which only took two years to fall, and at the rate of Beauxbatons' magic decline, we can last ten years. Pierre grinned, "Maybe the magic will come back in ten years, who knows." ”

"Even if magic miraculously returns in ten years, will you still be able to recruit new students in these ten years?" asked Hoffa.

This question made Pierre stunned for a moment, then he paused his cane in annoyance, stood up, and said: "That's enough! Bach! I have received you with the etiquette of Beauxbatons alumni for the sake of the Drashis family, but don't be ignorant." It is impossible for France to do anything externally. Now Beauxbatons' Sky Gate is absolutely not allowed to be opened. Olim. ”

Olim quickly stepped forward.

"Headmaster. ”

"Bach looks tired, you send him to rest. Pierre said unceremoniously.

(End of chapter)