As far as relations are concerned, Madame Maxime was definitely the one who had the closest relationship with the late Mr. Nicol Lemay of all the wizards present, apart from the old butler Edward. This alone seems to inevitably arouse everyone's suspicions, for fear that this Madame Maxim is impartial on the surface, but behind the scenes she covets that inheritance.

But in this magical world, there is probably no one who does not know who Madame Maxim is. Since she became the headmaster of Beauxbatons, everything has been the priority of the school and the students, and in addition to her usual dignified atmosphere and fairness, there are many wizards who admire this headmistress from the bottom of their hearts.

What's more, this time, in order to avoid suspicion, Madame Maxim has long stated her position on this public incident of inheritance. Because of this, she even directly vacated the venue rights for the alchemy event for everyone.

To tell the truth, if she hadn't chosen to retreat, the fact that this was Mr. Nicole Lemay's alma mater, would have been the place where the tournament would have been held.

In such a world-class event, many small and medium-sized forces dare not even think of it.

However, I am afraid that the appearance that Madame Maxim has always shown is an illusion, and when this great benefit is in front of her, it may be the time for her to show her true colors. Just think about it, in this world, is there still less such long-planned changes?

In the corridor, as the rumors about Madame Maxim spread, some people's eyes began to change differently.

From here, it can be seen that the many forces are clearly divided into two factions.

More than half of the wizards chose to be dispassionate spectators, because none of them intended to wade into this pool of deliberately disturbed waters too soon; The rest of the small number of wizards chose to follow the trend, trying to muddy the waters even more, so that their own forces could find considerable benefits in the chaos.

Maca, for her part, scanned the crowd in a very timely manner, and then immediately came to a conclusion.

Among the wizards present, the forces that chose to watch were either weak or more inclined to hold alchemy events; And those who choose to continue to add chaos are the groups that want to make trouble next.

Only a handful of fellows had not yet figured out the situation, and they were all looking around suspiciously, and from time to time they glanced at Madame Maxime, and for a time their expressions were different.

With a little analysis, he can know in advance which forces need his more attention, so why not do such a good thing?

When Maca quickly withdrew her gaze and looked at Madame Maxim beside her, she also happened to glance at him. The implication is that Maca understands it somewhat.

It didn't matter if she was suspicious, because she hadn't intended to get too involved in the matter in the first place. After deciding on the ownership of the event venue, she can sweep all these forces in Beauxbatons out of the house.

The point is that at the moment, some people don't want this alchemy competition to be held safely and securely, and if it is possible, the other party is afraid that they will do whatever it takes to delay it, or even destroy it altogether.

After all, there are too many surprises in one game. Who will benefit in the end, and no one dares to say that they will have the last laugh until the results of the tournament are known.

"Maybe some people don't want the legacy to be made public," Madame Maxim said suddenly, listening to her say calmly, "but I still think that since Monsieur Lemay intends to entrust the inheritance to the whole world, then the wizarding community of all countries should be qualified to participate in it." It doesn't matter if you doubt me, I just want you to understand that this precious heritage belongs to everyone. ”

The meaning of her words is clear, and any shrewd wizard can understand it.

Yes, if it is used by some well-intentioned people, perhaps the vast majority of forces can get the result of the distribution ratio, and it will no longer exist.

These words of hers were obviously addressed to those forces that were not strong enough to compete with others. If more than half of the small and medium-sized forces can unite and twist into a rope, even a few large forces will probably have to weigh it carefully.

In short, all she wants to convey is one sentence: if you don't want to get any benefits in the end, then support the holding of the alchemy competition!

Hearing Madame Maxim's quick response, Maca couldn't help but nod secretly - this headmistress has not been in vain for so many years.

Not long after, while everyone was watching, the French Ministry of Magic finally sent someone over.

Unlike the British wizarding community, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has a good relationship with the French Ministry of Magic, and often supports each other in various matters. For this murder, although the current situation is still a little sensitive, because there is no secret between the two, it is unusually smooth.

Because of the importance of this incident, the Minister of the French Ministry of Magic came in person.

Maca saw that it was a tall, thin middle-aged male wizard. He was dressed rather plainly, only delicate but not luxurious, and seemed to be a down-to-earth figure.

He was accompanied by a squad of French Aurors, who behaved strictly according to the rules, but it was quite in tune with the style of the minister.

I saw a group of people from the Ministry of Magic arrive in unison, and after exchanging a few words with Madame Maxim, they immediately began to work. The in-situ exploration of in-situ exploration, and the interrogation and evidence collection of interrogation and evidence collection are organized and clear, and the work efficiency is extremely high.

Compared to them, the British Ministry of Magic, which has been producing some moths in recent years, is quite dwarfed.

It was only about ten minutes later, and except for the wizard who had first found the scene of the body, everyone else was persuaded to disperse by the minister. Maca, of course, was among the departing crowd, and it was time for breakfast, so he took Fanny all the way to Beauxbatons' auditorium.

Along the way, many people were whispering, saying gossip that had just appeared suddenly.

Although Madame Maxim handled it properly just now, the situation did not get worse on the spot. But Maca knew that the muddy guy had achieved what he wanted, and that some kind of bad influence would inevitably spread over the next few days.

Whether the holding of the alchemy competition is a good thing or a failure, it is really difficult to say at this moment.

……

Not to mention that the gloom on Maca's side is gradually deepening, but at this time, Harry is worried about dating Ginny.

He didn't expect that the old man in Slughorn seemed to be very talkative, but when he asked around the bush if he could lighten the burden of homework on Valentine's Day, the other party decisively expressed regret.

Slughorn is a professor who used to be there for a long time before he quit his job. He is often a little out of tune about what a professor must insist on, but he still adheres to the right principles.

This balding old man loves promising young wizards, and has a hobby of collecting excellent students, and has always been on a road of no return for collecting addiction. But to be honest, as a professor, he is still very reliable.

Harry's bad idea didn't succeed, and as he walked down the hallway, he gradually calmed down.

In fact, since he had never noticed Ginny's mind in the past, he was now very much tempted to make amends when he was touched by the understanding given by Ginny. And dating in Hogsmeade was the most appropriate way he could think of compensation right now.

It's a pity that a fifth-grader's studies are still quite heavy. LS exams are just around the corner, and he's probably not going to be able to leave behind a lot of homework to go on a date. Maybe he didn't care, but Ginny would most likely disagree with him doing so, in which case his purpose of wanting to compensate the other party would be greatly reduced.

Now, he has only one choice - to rush to his homework the night before Valentine's Day!

Harry grimaced his determination as he walked briskly into the Great Hall, and under the curious eyes of Ron and Hermione, he sat down at the Gryffindor table with a sad face.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?"

As soon as he sat down, Ron next to him asked in a whisper. Harry's hurried back and forth in the common room had generated tons of curiosity in him.

“…… I went to Professor Slughorn. Harry didn't want to say it, but when out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Ginny was also sneaking in this direction, and he couldn't help but say it.

"Slughorn?" Ron wondered, "Don't you hate that bald head?" Why did you take the initiative to send it to the door this time? ”

Hermione, who was sitting across from her, was obviously strange too, and Ron was asking questions from there, and she was listening with her ears pricked up over there. Although she held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand for her daily morning reading, her mind was that it was no longer in the article.

"I'm going to ......," Harry looked a little annoyed, "I'm going to see if I can get him to give me less homework." You know, homework in Potions class has always been a big one! ”

"What?"

Before Ron could express his surprise, Hermione across the table had already slammed down the newspaper and looked at Harry with the look of a Fromberry caterpillar.

"Harry, have you lost your brain?" She said incredulously, "What the hell are you thinking?" ”

"No, no—" Harry said with a quick wave of his hand, "I mean, it's just Valentine's Day homework." I'm going to Hogsmeade with Ginny...... With so much homework, you can't stay with her all day, can you? ”

"Oh," Hermione said for a moment, then stunned, "when did you become smart?" ”