In fact, it's not a good weather for open-air play.

The temperature in Paris hasn't risen too high, and of course, it's not usually very hot. It's just that today, it's raining lightly.

"It would make me think that we didn't actually leave London at all."

Needless to say, Luna's father, Monsieur Lovegood, had also come to France with him, and although he said he had come to visit an old friend, where would Maca believe his nonsense.

The trio were sheltering from the rain in a Muggle café in Place St. Michel's, enjoying the historic scenery of the area's old architecture.

Speaking of which, it's actually quite close to the Delacour house, across the Seine, on the outskirts of the small town of Giverny.

Maca leaned against the café's brown lattice window and watched as the tiny raindrops gently smashed against the glass and then snaked down, drawing hazy water marks on the windows.

Perhaps because the rain came a little suddenly, most of the passers-by on the street hurried by, walking quickly through the dense rain curtains.

Luna and her father seemed to be curious about all things Muggle, and from time to time reached out and touched the dinner bell on the table, and Maca had shown them how to use the gadget, and it was clear that they liked the crisp and pleasant ringtone.

"It's also nice to listen to the rain in Paris once in a while, and it feels a little less sticky than in London."

Maca took a sip of her coffee, smiled casually, and then decisively picked up the milk jug and added more.

“…… I thought it would be nice to have a little more bitterness in this environment," he said, shrugging his shoulders, "but it doesn't seem to be any different...... Should you not be used to drinking or not too accustomed to drinking. ”

"Sweet is better than bitter," Luna said in a trance, picking up her cup and tasting it, then sticking out her tongue slightly, "...... However, I still prefer bitter before sweet rather than bitter first. ”

Maca has long been accustomed to Luna's state, and her sudden philosophical girlish demeanor can sometimes really make people get some good insights.

He nodded noncommittally, and then looked out the window, looking out the pale gray sky.

The three of them sat in the café for a long time, until they had lunch, and then they walked southeast through the damp streets, which had already cleared.

There are always some bright embellishments outside the shops on the side of the road, adding a touch of French romance to this road full of history.

If you mention the small town of Giverny on the outskirts of Paris with the Muggles in Paris, many people will think of the famous painter Claude Monet, who pioneered Impressionism.

In this small town, Monsieur Monet's garden house is a beautiful sight.

Delacul's home, on the other hand, is on a hillside not far from the small town of Giverny.

“…… This should be the place. ”

Maca looked at the sea of colorful flowers in front of her, and couldn't help but admire in her heart.

Delacour's house is an ordinary-looking two-storey French house, with pale yellow brick walls and bright brown-red wooden doors, black eaves with a hint of post-rain dampness, and a low chimney on the roof.

And all of this is submerged in a whole field of luxuriant flower branches, and a rich and fragrant smell comes to the face.

If you ignore the little fairies flying among the flowers and leaves, I believe everyone will think that this is just a Muggle family living comfortably.

Seeing that Lovegood and his daughter were still immersed in the beauty of this little garden, Maca did not disturb them, but walked to the door first.

"Tuk Tuk"

He knocked lightly on the wooden door, and when he heard someone in the room, he took a step back and looked up under the eaves. There are also several delicate strings of wind chimes that collide with each other in the breeze, making a series of relaxing bells.

"Crunch"

The door was pushed open from the inside, and Maca lowered her head at the sound, and the first thing that caught her eye was a dazzling gold.

"Mr. McLean!"

It was little Gabrielle who came out to open the door, and she smiled in surprise at the sight of Maca. Only then did Maca notice that the dazzling gold just now was the light reflected by Gabrielle's hair in the sunshine after the rain.

Maca couldn't help but look back at Luna.

Yes, he still prefers Luna's long pale blonde hair to the long bright blonde hair of the Delacour sisters, which is soft and delicate, and makes people want to let the gold slip quietly through their fingers.

"Sister, sister, it's Mr. McLean here!"

Gabrielle didn't even think to let Maca into the house first, so she ran into the house, and it seemed that she was still running upstairs.

Maca stood still with a smile and laughter, and it would obviously be quite rude to wait honestly for her host to come out and be uninvited, especially since this was his first time visiting.

But it wasn't long before he heard a burst of French coming from inside. Immediately afterward, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. McLean?" She smiled softly and said, "Please come in!" My husband and I have already heard from Fleur that there will be two distinguished guests visiting this summer...... Oh, didn't your companion come? ”

When Maca heard this, she immediately smiled awkwardly, and then gave up a position and pointed to the back: "Sorry, I took the liberty of visiting, I am Macklean." And it's not just me and Luna, her father came over. ”

"Oh! You must be Mrs. Delacour, right? "It is a pleasure to meet you, my name is Xenophilius Lovegood, and this is my daughter, Luna Lovegood......"

As he spoke, he beckoned to Luna, who was still lingering in the sea of flowers, and said, "...... Luna, come over and say hi. ”

Dinner that day was served at Delacul's house.

Fleur and Gabrielle's father came home from work, and the crowd had a good time, and then Marca and Mr. Lovegood declined the warm invitation of the Delacul family to stay overnight, and took Luna to stay overnight at the inn in the small town of Giverny.

No way, the Delacul family's house is not big, and there are always various inconveniences for two men to stay overnight, so it is better to go to a hotel than to stay in their house and crowd them.

In the days that followed, the Fleur sisters took Maca and others around, leaving countless laughter and memories on the banks of the beautiful Seine.

……

"This way, right behind this mountain......"

Deep in the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French-style palace nestled in the mountains. It is surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built using magic, which shimmer in the sun.

Beauxbatons Castle has been standing here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history can't hide its brilliance.

Whenever a guest arrives, she always takes the trouble to praise her beauty.

“…… I have already mentioned it to Madame Maxime, and she has agreed that I will take you to the school during the summer holidays...... Well, there it is! It's time for us to go down......"

Quidditch was already popular in France in the 15th century, when the French wizard Malecle wrote a play about Quidditch, "Oops, I Lost My Feet".

Of course, it sounds interesting, but it doesn't feel like a serious work.

At this moment, they were riding broomsticks towards Beauxbatons Castle.

Like most other schools of magic, Beauxbatons Castle is entrenched in "unmapable" magic, and they would not have been able to find its exact location without Fleur's leadership.

Today Xenophilius did not get up with his daughter, but, as he had said earlier, went to meet with some old friend. Looks like Maca might be wrong to blame him!

Right now, Fleur with Gabrielle, Maca with Luna, two brooms fell from the sky, and then stopped at the gate of Beauxbatons Castle Garden.

The castle is a bit smaller than Hogwarts, but from the outside, it looks much better.

Beauxbatons Castle is a typical classicist style building, the standard three-stage treatment makes her silhouette neat and solemn, and the left and right symmetry is full of rational beauty.

In front of the main palace is a large French-style garden with a unique style, in which every plant and tree is unique, and the whole is magnificent.

"You can see that your school is very rich!" Maca couldn't help but complain.

"Our alumnus, Mr. Nick Lemay, went to Beauxbatons as a young man, and later Mr. and Mrs. Lemay financed the castle and grounds for the school," said Fleur with a hint ......of pride, suddenly pointing to the huge fountain in the middle of the garden, "and voila! That fountain is named after them, and it also has the function of restoration and beautification! ”

Maca nodded abruptly, and Luna followed him, her eyes flashing to look left and right, looking full of interest.

But as they were strolling along in the great garden, they heard what seemed to be a sound from the other side of the fountain, faintly coming to them through the sound of water.

“…… You coward! Today you have to duel with me! Otherwise, you will drop out of school, you know! Across the fountain, the voice of a teenager fell into Maca's ears, but he could not understand French.

"No, how could it be! I...... You must have heard it wrong! I didn't duel with you! Another voice immediately answered, as if panicked, "Did you get my gloves?" Not at all! ”

"You...... You're still not a man! "I am willing to give my life for the sake of the beautiful Miss Delacour, but what about you? You don't qualify for the competition, you coward! ”

"This ...... What are they arguing about? ”

Maca poked her head over and watched the two students on the other side of the mist arguing with each other, and couldn't help but look at Fleur with a puzzled expression, only to find that Fleur had a hint of chagrin on her face.

“…… I still refuse to stop after the holidays, and I will come back another day if I knew it. She couldn't help but mutter.