In the Beauxbatons Castle Auditorium, Maca and Fanny are enjoying a delicious French breakfast. The most distinctive thing on the table at the moment is naturally the classic French baguette.

The freshly baked baguette is crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and it tastes good with cereal milk. Of course, if left for a long time, these thick and long sticks can really be used to hit people......

But to be honest, Maca's impression of French breakfast is not very good, the food on this table is all sweet, and it is really easy to get tired of eating. After a few bites, he began to miss the bacon and grilled sausages at Hogwarts.

Just as he was filling his stomach with one bite at a time, a shadow drifted over his table, and he found that the seat beside him had been occupied by a mass of fat.

"Master Hohenheim?" Maca moved her chair to make room for the other party.

"Hmm...... Good morning......"

The big fat young master of the Hohenheim family obviously hadn't woken up yet, glanced at Maca in a daze, and then shook his head to greet him. Fortunately, at least people can still recognize who he is.

"Well, good morning."

Maca shrugged her shoulders before nodding to Mr. Ghost next to the big fat man. The ghost Davide had a helpless expression at the moment, even though his face was translucent, but it still perfectly expressed what he was thinking.

"I'm sorry, young master, he likes to sleep lazy, it's not easy to get up so early today." Davide smiled wryly and said, "Good morning, Mr. McLean. ”

"Don't be so polite." Maca didn't care, just smiled.

And in the moment when the two of them were greeting each other, the big fat young master had already started eating. Others eat French baguettes with slices, but he grabbed a whole stick and gnawed it directly. Looking at his mouthful of milk and a mouthful of bread, most of them have been solved with a click.

You know, that stick of bread is the length of a man's arm!

Supplementing with enough sugar in the morning when you have just woken up can help wake up your body. It can be seen that the fat young master, who was still sleepy just now, quickly became much more energetic.

“…… Actually, I don't want to get up early in the morning," he muttered to Maca as he opened his mouth to munch, "I wouldn't have gotten up so quickly if Davide hadn't told me that someone was dead!" It's just a pity that the French Ministry of Magic is moving too fast, and by the time I get there, there will be nothing left......"

"It's nothing to look at," Maca said casually, "just sitting alone in the corner, and you can see what it looks like if you think about it?" ”

"Hey...... It's not what matters! Not...... This jam is good...... What I'm looking at is an atmosphere, do you understand the atmosphere? It's just that I feel ......," the big fat man said in a rambling voice, "I've never seen a dead person in my life!" It's exciting to think about! ”

For the fat young master's attitude of fearing that the world will not be chaotic, the ghost Davide felt deeply powerless. Although he wanted to tell his young master more about the dangers contained in it, he also knew, where would this young master care about that?

Maca understands that this big fat man is actually the kind of second ancestor who never goes out on weekdays. It's not that others are bad, but the main thing is that he is still not deeply involved in the world, and his hobbies in life are eating and sleeping, which is really not suitable for contact with the current chaos of Beauxbatons.

If it continues like this, this fat man will suffer sooner or later.

“…… Huh? McLean, why don't you speak? Probably a person said that it was not too enjoyable, but the fat man saw that Maca was only smiling and did not speak, and suddenly felt a little bored, "What do you think?" ”

Maca shook her head, and was about to say a few perfunctory words, but when he turned his head, he saw a small owl flying straight in this direction.

As the flutter of wings fell, an envelope landed on the table in front of the fat man.

"Huh?"

Maca found that the fat man was startled when he saw the owl, and when the envelope had been accurately settled, he did not touch it.

"What's wrong? Don't look at it? ”

Maca asked, but got a series of shakes from the other party, and even the flesh on her face shook together.

"This is the owl that the young lady raised," explained Davide the ghost, "and I think there is something at home that I want to tell the young master." ”

Maca looked at the envelope, and then at the fat man's cowardice, and probably counted it in her heart. But of course it had nothing to do with him, so he just smiled casually, turned his head and went back to his breakfast.

After that, the fat young master hesitated for a while, he said in his heart that he had to look left and right, so he picked up the envelope as if he was fated. I don't know what his sister usually does to him, so much so that he is as reluctant as if he is going to war even when he reads a letter.

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Dear Brother Noah,

I'm sure you've spent a night in Beauxbatons, and I wonder if it's as beautiful as Dad said? Dear brother, you take a good look at Sarah first, and then write down everything you see, and Sarah will see it when she comes back?

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

Sarah is writing this letter to you mainly because Dad wants to do it again. Remember to be good friends with Madame Maxim and greet you on time every day, so that we in the Hohenheim family can show that we are wizards who know how to count.

Then, this time you are in Beauxbatons to represent your father in the Alchemist Nicle Lemay's estate distribution discussions, and remember to listen to Davide's advice and stop wandering around on your own.

Oh, and there's more—it's Sarah's business, and don't forget to find something to take home with you before you come back. Remember? Sarah is having a birthday soon! In the second half of the year, Sarah should go to Beauxbatons to enroll, which is what her father personally promised! Dear brother, please be sure to give Sarah a good look at the bathrooms and toilets in Beauxbatons!

Finally, I hope my dear brother has a good time these days! As Sarah's best wishes to her brother, please remember these wonderful times in Beauxbatons!

Well, I'll calculate the time...... You shouldn't have gotten up when this letter was delivered to you, right? Really, without the lovely Sarah, my brother would definitely be in bed! In that case......

……

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Before the fat man had finished reading the letter, he threw the letter and the envelope aside, but it happened to be in Maca's plate. And the next moment, only a loud "bang" was heard, and countless pairs of eyes in the auditorium suddenly looked over to this side.

It was a sudden explosion, and in terms of power, it was comparable to a full-grown wizard's shattering spell. The long table in front of Maca was already missing a tabletop, and all kinds of tableware were blown up into a "hidden weapon", which was scattered and splashed far away in an instant.

Maca held one hand in front of him, and a layer of azure magic barrier steadily blocked the power of the explosion radiating to his side, not even half of his hair hurt him. It's a pity that the guys sitting across from him are a little miserable, most of them are disgraced, and one of them has several broken faces in the face of the explosion, and blood is gushing.

"Does your young lady like to play this kind of powerful prank?" Marca kept her hand moving, and he turned his head to the side and asked Mr. Spectre with an inexplicable expression.

"Uh......" Davide looked quite embarrassed, and he quickly said apologetically, "Really...... I'm really sorry...... Mr. McLean, and everybody...... It's ......."

"Hey, McLean, you're so well guarded!" The fat man didn't care about the miserable appearance of those people at all, but became full of curiosity about Maca's magic, "Can you teach me?" ”

"Hey! What's going on with you guys! ”

"That's right! This...... What's going on? Poisoned on the letterhead? ”

"Ouch...... My handsome face ......"

The wizards on the other side were naturally unhappy, and they each cried out in pain, as if they wanted to ask the fat man for an explanation. Maybe the fat young master himself is eye-catching enough, just now he read the letter and threw the letter in the eyes of the other party, and at this time he wanted to find an explanation for himself.

Maca didn't care what they said, he didn't even bother with the fat man's question, but after removing the magic barrier, he looked at the ground under the hole in the table with a slight surprise.

There, the original piece of letter paper fell to the ground, intact from the explosion just now!

"It's not the power of a spell." He thought to himself as he bent down to pick up the piece of letter and flipped through it to examine it.

Just now, if it weren't for his very fast reaction speed, I'm afraid he would have caught the way. The explosion attached to this piece of paper was not only powerful, but also had an extremely brief fluctuation of magic power in advance, which was probably the work of some kind of alchemy.

Is it the "young lady" of the Hohenheim family that Davide said earlier?

"Can I read the contents of the letter?" Maca asked the fat young master.

"Look, look...... Look at it," said the fat man, waving his hand, "don't say it, I'll give it to you—but don't give it back to me, God knows if it will blow up again?" ”

Maca nodded knowingly, and then looked at the words on the letter.

But after only a few seconds, he immediately pursed his lips, and then decisively handed the letter to Fanny next to him.

"Could you please translate it for me?" He said helplessly.

Don't you have to find a translator? Although the meeting was mainly in English in order to take care of everyone, the letter was written in French.

Soon, when Fanny whispered to him the translation, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Only enrolled in Beauxbatons in the second half of the year?"