Chapter 468
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Po Sui Tai Di
Chapter 468
During the journey to Principal Beauxbaton's office, Fu Rong didn't speak any more for the rest of the time, and just led the way silently.
Scott and Dumbledore followed Fleur and came under a tower.
The tower is about the same size as the Ravenclaw tower at Hogwarts, and it doesn't look dated at all.
After entering the tower, what they faced was not a spiral staircase, but an elevator similar to the British Ministry of Magic.
Of course, the elevator was far more ornate, inside and out, than the elevators at the British Ministry of Magic.
Scott didn't even feel or hear anything as the elevator closed and went up.
After letting go of the magic perception for a while, he was not surprised to find that the elevator was a product of alchemy, and its kinetic energy came entirely from magic.
Sure enough, like Beauxbatons, a place where magic power gathers, like Hogwarts, cannot use any electricity.
At this moment, the elevator door slowly opened, and Scott restrained his magic perception.
The moment the elevator door was fully opened, a burst of fragrance of flowers and plants wafted into his nostrils, and Scott looked at the scenery outside the elevator in a little surprise.
This……
At the very top of the tower, there is actually a hanging garden full of exotic flowers and plants.
The space here has obviously been cast with a traceless stretching spell, which is much larger than the appearance of the tower.
"Please come this way."
After stepping out of the elevator, Fu Rong led the two of them on a winding path full of flowers.
Scott looked around as he walked.
Even though Christmas is approaching, the whole garden is full of spring.
The thin winter sun shines through the transparent glass dome, as if it has undergone some kind of amplification and becomes warm and pleasant.
On both sides of the road, all kinds of plants that have been carefully pruned are verdant, and flowers of various colors are competing to bloom.
Countless glittering fairies are flying around in the garden.
Looking carefully, Scott found that this kind of vanity and willful little thing was uncharacteristically taking care of the plants here.
Moreover, all the exotic flowers and plants here have a common feature, that is, they are large in size.
Even for the most common rose, the flower is several times larger than the usual roses.
Walking in it, Scott always has the illusion that he has been shrunk.
The three of them made several turns in the garden before finally arriving at the principal's office located in the center of the sky garden.
This is a round transparent glass house, standing like a huge birdcage among the flowers.
Although the glass is transparent, the flower vines wrapped around the exterior and the silk curtain hanging inside prevent them from seeing the interior.
Furong walked up several pure white steps, raised her hand and knocked on the gorgeous door covered with patterns of flowers and plants.
The door opened automatically.
Fleur lowered her head and said very respectfully, "Madame Maxime, Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Trollope have arrived."
"Ask them to come in." Madam Maxim's deep voice came.
"Please."
Fleur stood by the door, guiding Dumbledore and Scott inside.
Dumbledore nodded and walked into the room.
Scott followed behind him.
The traceless stretching spell was obviously cast in the office, the space is very large, and the size of everything in the room is very suitable for Mrs. Maxim's figure.
It made her look like a normal-sized, well-mannered lady in this office.
Correspondingly, this is not very friendly to other people who walk into this office.
When Scott walked into the room, the feeling of being shrunk, or entering the kingdom of giants, was even stronger.
"Oh, Dumbledore, you are finally here, please take a seat."
At this time, Mrs. Maxim who was sitting behind the desk was drinking tea from a cup, and she didn't seem to be in a bad mood.
At least she didn't entertain Dumbledore with a cold-eyed attitude.
In contrast to her is another witch who is also in the office at the moment. After Fleur's reminder before, Scott knew that she was Professor Girard.
Professor Girard, whom Scott has known for a long time, is very beautiful, with long pale golden curly hair hanging loose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and bright red lips complementing a bright red embroidered robe.
It's just that her face was very ugly. After Dumbledore and Scott entered the room, she kept looking at them with disgust.
This kind of eyes that have nothing to do with beauty undoubtedly ruined her beauty.
Especially at this moment, she is sitting on the huge powder blue sofa. Due to the mismatched size of the sofa, her feet are dangling in the air, like a newborn in a large-sized stroller, which adds a touch of weirdness sense of humor.
And Kari, the black boy who witnessed the conflict in the morning, was also standing next to the sofa where she was sitting.
"Thank you, dear Madame Maxime."
Ignoring Professor Girard's gaze, Dumbledore thanked Mrs. Maxime, walked aside, climbed onto the sofa and sat down with insensitive movements.
"Oh, I have to compliment, the sofa here is really comfortable."
He sat very comfortably on the sofa opposite Professor Girard, letting the huge soft satin pillows surround his body, showing an expression of enjoyment.
Scott didn't sit down, but also stood by the arm of the sofa, facing Kari.
The two looked at each other, but neither could see any message in the other's calm eyes.
"Thank you for your compliment, Dumbledore."
Madame Maxime smiled at Dumbledore, waved her wand and served him a cup of tea.
Dumbledore picked up the teacup that looked like a big bowl with both hands, not caring how funny he looked at the moment, bowed his head and took a sip of tea.
"Oh, I need to add some more sugar."
He straightened his hands holding the teacup.
"of course."
Madame Maxime smiled again and tapped her wand lightly.
A large and exquisite ceramic sugar bowl flew over from the side shelf, shook in mid-air, and poured a large pile of white sugar cubes into the teacup in Dumbledore's hand.
"Oh, that's enough."
Dumbledore picked up a teaspoon the size of a soup spoon, stirred it in the cup, took another sip, and then sighed contentedly.
"Just right, this is exactly the taste I like."
"As long as you like it."
Madam Maxim directed the sugar bowl to fly back.
"Olim!"
At this time, Professor Girard finally couldn't sit still.
"If I'm right, you probably didn't invite them here for tea!"
Probably because of anger, her voice was a little shrill.
Madam Maxim frowned, "Please don't be impatient, Veronica, I invited Dumbledore here, of course not for tea."
Professor Girard said: "Then you should directly tell the respected Professor Dumbledore how I want his bad student to be punished!"
"It's not up to you, Veronica." Madam Maxim's tone was obviously displeased, "This involves a warrior who participated in the Triwizard Tournament. In short, this matter requires the entire referee team A decision can only be made after discussion.”
She looked towards the office door.
"So, now we need to wait for a few other guests to come."
Professor Girard said in a strong tone, "I don't think this matter has anything to do with the Triwizard Tournament. The whole thing is just that a Hogwarts student attacked a Beauxbaton student for no reason and caused him serious injury!"
Madam Maxim turned her head and looked at her expressionlessly, "I think I am the principal of this school, Professor Girard."
Professor Girard stared at her with wide eyes, and took several deep breaths.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Professor Girard took the initiative to ease his tone, "You are right, Olim. Sorry, I lost my temper."
Under Madame Maxime's gaze, she relented.
Madam Maxim smiled gracefully, "It's okay, please wait a little longer, Veronica, I think we can discuss together to reach a result acceptable to all parties."
Professor Girard nodded and stopped talking.
The confrontation between the two stopped here, and it was obvious that Mrs. Maxime, who was the headmaster of Beauxbatons, was the better one.
At this moment, Fu Rong's voice came from the door.
"Madame Maxime, all your other guests are here."
"Invite them in quickly, Fleur."
"Yes, Madame Maxime."
Immediately afterwards, several people walked in from the door.
The first is the other members of the jury.
Two officials of the French Ministry of Magic, Mr. Lefeble and Joly.
Durmstrang's new headmaster, Professor Hartmann.
And, Professor Russell and Lucio of Beauxbaton.
When Professor Russell in a white robe walked into the office, Professor Girard slid directly off the huge sofa.
After her feet landed on the ground, she couldn't wait to ask, "Why did you come here, Professor Russell!"
"My student is also involved." He glanced at Lucio who was following him.
Professor Girard wanted to say something else, but Madam Maxim said, "Professor Russell and his students are invited by me, well, please take your seats. Furong, you come in too, and then close the door. "
With that said, she stood up and greeted everyone else to sit down.
Except for Lucio, who is also a student, everyone sat down.
No one commented on the couches that were completely mismatched in size, even if it was a bit difficult to climb up and sit on the sofa, the movement was somewhat indecent.
Even the serious Mr. Lefeble and Professor Russell.
Of course, Professor Girard also sat down again.
Obviously, everyone is very proud of Mrs. Maxim.
Madame Maxime finally sat down with a smile on her face, and her movements were exceptionally graceful, and she waved her wand to serve everyone tea.
But apart from Dumbledore and Mr. Jolly, no one raised those teacups like a big bowl.
Madame Maxime didn't care either.
She said slowly, "I think everyone has a general idea of what happened. I invite everyone here to discuss a result that everyone can accept."
Several people present nodded.
Madam Maxim said again: "Then, for the sake of fairness, let the students who are involved in the matter tell the details again, in front of all of us."
"No problem," said Mr. Jolly, "only, if I remember correctly, there was another important person who was not present."
Professor Girard immediately said: "Poor Waldo, he is still lying in the school hospital. He has suffered unimaginable pain and torture, and he is still not quite awake until now. I don't want him to be stimulated any more."
As she spoke, she glanced at Scott with cold eyes, and then looked at Cary.
"This is my student, Kari Kama. Kari witnessed the whole thing, and my nephew Valdo entrusted him to tell the truth."
"Is that so?" Mr. Jolly looked at the others, "What do you think?"
"Yes," said Mr. Lefeble.
Several others also nodded.
"That's it." Mr. Jolly clapped his hands. "Then it's up to you to tell the story first, Mr. Kama."
Cary bowed slightly.
"Good afternoon, I'm Karikama, from the Karma family..."
He began to describe in detail what had happened.
Let’s start with Furong’s announcement last night that she has confirmed her dancing partner.
He didn't seem to have the intention of covering up for Waldo, and he clearly expressed Waldo's domineering meaning of not allowing other boys to get close to Fleur.
Of course, he made a lot of embellishments in his words, beautifying Waldo's ugly behavior as "impulse for love".
Listening to his narration, Scott glanced at Fleur standing beside Madam Maxim.
Fu Rong's face was very pale, and there was resentment in her eyes, as if she had been greatly humiliated.
But she didn't make a sound.
Cary went on, and he told of Waldo's actions this morning.
"...On the spur of the moment, Waldo led a group of people to trouble Mr. Trollope, hoping that he would retreat. Because I was worried, I also followed."
Until here, he hasn't said too much nonsense.
But then...
"Waldo got really angry when Lucio reminded Mr. Trollope to be more careful. Impulsively, he said something threatening."
As he spoke, he glanced at Scott.
"But I didn't expect that Mr. Trollope would directly humiliate him. He said that he had never seen such a fool as Waldo, and that he would make Waldo unable to hold his head up in front of him..."
Scott raised an eyebrow.
At the same time, he heard Lucio's heavy breathing.
Lucio was staring at Cary with anger in his eyes.
But Professor Russell glanced at him, and he closed his mouth tightly, not speaking rashly.
Scott quietly watched Cary's performance.
Cary concealed part of the facts, changed part of the chronological order, and then told the whole thing beyond recognition.
In summary, what he meant was that Valdor was only looking for trouble on the spur of the moment, but also only wanted to warn Scott to stay away from Fleur.
Unexpectedly, Scott humiliated him with vicious language, and the incident rose to a violent conflict.
Even during the conflict, Valdo deliberately excluded Lucio, and even set up a magic barrier in order not to affect other people.
But Scott defeated them mercilessly with weird means, and even tortured Waldo in cruel ways, no matter how Kali persuaded him, he didn't stop.
Until the end, Scott also snatched Waldo's alchemy item, the magic barrier ball.
If people who don't know the truth generally listen to it, they will feel that although Waldo is wrong, it is not a big mistake, but he is a little impulsive for love.
On the contrary, Scott is arrogance, arrogance, cruelty, and cold-blooded, just like the next generation of Dark Lord.
"...I'm done." Kari bowed again.
"Did you hear that?"
Professor Girard patted the armrest of the sofa, then pointed at Scott with a finger painted with bright red nails.
"This Mr. Trollope is an extremely dangerous student! His sophistication and cruelty are comparable to those of senior dark wizards! For such a student, what you should do is to disqualify him from the competition, and then He's in jail!"
Hearing her words, the two officials from the French Ministry of Magic, as well as Professor Hartman, looked at Scott with puzzled eyes.
"cough……"
Dumbledore coughed and was about to speak, but Professor Russell spoke suddenly.
"Your words sound reasonable, Professor Girard. But according to my student, Lucio Gonzalez, the truth is not the case."
He raised a hand to stop Professor Girard's retort.
"We can't just listen to one side of the story. Now is it my student's turn to tell the story?" he asked Madame Maxime.
"Of course." Madame Maxime nodded, motioning for Lucio to speak.
"Kary is lying!"
Lucio said this first.
Professor Girard turned to stare at Lucio, "Lucio Gonzalez, you should understand that you have to be responsible for what you say, and I hope you can bear the corresponding consequences."
It was almost a blatant threat.
But Professor Russell immediately interjected, "I think with me as a mentor, my apprentice can boldly say what he wants to say."
Professor Girard's face changed, "Professor Russell, are you sure?"
Scott immediately understood her subtext—
Are you sure you're going to break up with our Girard family for a Muggle-born student.
"I'm sure, Professor Girard." Professor Russell didn't show her face.
Professor Girard took a few more deep breaths, his face darkened.
Professor Russell withdrew his gaze, "Continue, Lucio."
"Yes, teacher."
Lucio responded and resumed his narration.
He deliberately went to remind Scott to talk about it early in the morning, and told the whole story.
"...Anyway, because Waldo kept humiliating us with the title 'Mudblood', Scott would call him a fool angrily. Also, it was Waldo and the others who did it first. After the incident, Waldo There are no scars on the body."
He bowed.
"My story is over."
"It seems that the facts in Gonzalez's mouth are completely different from what Kama said." Mrs. Maxim said, "We need to distinguish the truth of the facts."
Professor Girard said: "Lucio Gonzalez is just lying to help his friend escape responsibility. Such a student, Beauxbatons should expel him from school."
"I trust my students." Professor Roselle refused to budge. "He would never lie to me."
Professor Girard glared, "August Russell! This matter involves Beauxbatons and Hogwarts!"
She tried to use Beauxbaton's name to pull Professor Russell into the united front.
But Professor Russell obviously doesn't like this.
He said in a deep voice: "Because Beauxbaton's reputation cannot be tarnished, it is more necessary to remove some stains that should have been removed long ago, instead of letting them go again and again for the sake of some people."
"you!"
Professor Girard was so angry that his breath became short of breath.
At the critical moment, Dumbledore spoke.
"Gentlemen and ladies, I don't think we have much to argue about the matter."
"Oh? Do you have anything to say, Dumbledore." Madame Maxime asked.
Dumbledore smiled.
"I have only two points to make."
"First, for Scott Trollope, other people can only decide about the Triwizard Tournament. As for how to deal with him, it is our Hogwarts business."
"Secondly, my student is good at inventing some interesting gadgets, and the incident has been recorded by him with magic items. We will know the real process at a glance."
As he spoke, he took out a rectangular mirror from his pocket.
"Oh, right here."
He tapped the mirror with his wand, then flicked it, and the corresponding picture was immediately projected on the white curtain hanging on one side of the glass wall.
Scott watched this scene in surprise.
This method is undoubtedly much simpler and more convenient than the method he often uses, and there is no need to make an additional large mirror as a player.
It's just that he didn't know how Dumbledore did it.
"Very interesting gadget, I modified it on a whim."
Dumbledore whispered something to him, then looked at the others.
"Well, let's start watching now."
Soon, the image projected on the curtain moved.
Scott glanced at Professor Girard and Cary, both of whom had serious expressions at the moment.
Unexpectedly!
With a sneer in his heart, he also relived the incident again.
Although Waldo's arrogant appearance made people uncomfortable, and the screams were ugly, the feeling of relief was still very comfortable.
In the picture at this time, the lawlessness of Waldo and his group of followers can be seen at a glance, and the voice from Dumbledore's [magic phone] is even more vivid.
That defiant gesture, that "mudblood" sound, and that unfinished sentence that tried to insult Madam Maxim were all completely exposed in front of everyone's eyes.
When that sentence was played, Scott deliberately observed Madam Maxim's reaction from the corner of his eyes.
In any case, the plus-size lady barely managed to maintain her graceful posture when Valdor spoke of her in a contemptuous tone.
At the same time, Professor Girard's face became more and more serious.
Until the absolute darkness fell in the video screen, and Waldo's screams sounded, Professor Girard finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Enough!" she almost screamed. "Enough! Stop!"
But no one responded to her, and Dumbledore didn't listen to her.
This video was played until the end, allowing everyone present to understand what happened.
Facing the eyes of other people focusing on her, Professor Girard gritted his teeth and said: "This is not true! With Dumbledore's level of magic, he can completely disguise such an image!"
Hearing what she said, the faces of the others were a little displeased.
Such evidence has already been thrown in the face, so what's the point of continuing to be stubborn?
Scott, who has been silent until now, stood up and bowed, "If there is a Pensieve, I can pull out my memory and let everyone check it out."
"Me too." Lucio said quickly.
"Memory is not unchangeable." Professor Girard still refused to admit defeat.
"Enough, it's too ugly, Professor Girard." Professor Russell said, "You know exactly what kind of character your nephew is."
Professor Girard finally fell silent.
"It seems that's how it happened."
Mrs. Maxim, who had regained her graceful posture, gracefully picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Next, what we should discuss is how to deal with this matter, without affecting the Triwizard Tournament."
The two officials from the Ministry of Magic pondered.
"His qualification should be disqualified!" Professor Girard cheered up again, "This is a punishment for him and Hogwarts, the champion of this year's Tournament can only be between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang! "
Scott has been observing the reactions of other people. Professor Hartman was obviously a little moved by Professor Girard's proposal, and nodded slightly.
But he did not rush to make a statement, but looked at the two officials.
Mr. Jolly shook his head and rejected the proposal first, "No, this will make the Triwizard Tournament unworthy of its name and meaningless."
"That's right, there must be three parties participating in the Triwizard Tournament." Mr. Lefebler echoed.
"Then Hogwarts must change to a warrior." Professor Girard said again, "This student's methods are vicious and cruel, obviously not suitable for the identity of a warrior."
"Vicious and cruel? I don't think so."
Or Professor Russell.
Scott didn't expect him to speak for him in this kind of place.
Could it be because of the disagreement between the Russell family and the Girard family?
But he vaguely felt that Professor Roselle was not that kind of person, and he probably wouldn't do this kind of objection for the sake of objection.
"what are you saying?"
Professor Girard also looked at Professor Russell in surprise.
"Didn't you hear that poor Waldo was tortured so badly that he still hasn't recovered yet, this incident might leave him with a psychological shadow!"
She pointed at Scott angrily.
"If that's the case, he will completely destroy Waldo's future!"
Facing her accusation, Professor Russell's eyes were extraordinarily calm.
He still said in his usual tone: "Professor Girard, what you should do is not to blame Mr. Trollope, but to reflect on the family education of your Girard family."
"What did you say?" Professor Girard's eyes widened in disbelief.
Professor Russell didn't answer her, but turned to Scott and asked, "Mr. Trollope, have you tried it yourself? How much pain did Valdogilar suffer?"
Scott told the truth: "I tried it, and it was equivalent to being stabbed once."
Of course, the pain in the illusion can be adjusted.
But because pain can also cause death, in order not to cause death, the pain level Scott gave to Waldo is not too high.
Professor Russell nodded, looked at Professor Girard again, and then replied her with a long paragraph.
"I know Valdo Girard has suffered some pain."
"But that level of pain is not comparable to that of a Quidditch player falling from a high altitude, nor is it comparable to an alchemist being injured by an explosion in an alchemy experiment, and it is not even comparable to the score caused by a student's mistake in practicing apparition." body."
"Of course, it's not more serious than what he caused when he bullied others in the past."
"It's not uncommon for little wizards to be injured in their daily lives. Why didn't others leave a shadow because of those pains?"
"They're still playing Quidditch, they're still doing alchemy experiments, and they've all passed the apparition certificate."
"Why is only Waldor so vulnerable?"
"Because you have always protected him too well, allowing him to enjoy privileges in the collective, and not allowing him to suffer any harm."
"Even learning Apparation, you lead him by the hand until he gets used to the magic."
"He is lawless, he does things regardless of the consequences, and he can't bear pain. Such qualities are cultivated by you."
"In other words, even though he left an indelible shadow because of this incident, the ones who really ruined him are actually you loved ones who doted on him."
After speaking this long paragraph, Professor Roselle stood up directly.
"In short, my attitude has been expressed, and I will not participate in the next thing."
He nodded to the others and led Lucio out of the office.
How handsome, Professor Russell!
Those words are beautiful!
Scott almost wanted to applaud him directly.
In his long paragraph, Professor Girard was stunned when he said it directly.
And when she came to her senses and wanted to refute back, Professor Russell had already left with Lucio.
Professor Girard was panting with anger, but he couldn't find someone to vent to.
She couldn't be too rude to Dumbledore, that was obviously unmannered behaviour.
She also can't face Scott directly, that would definitely make her lose her identity.
She could only stare at the reopened door, her chest rising and falling.
"Well, how to deal with this incident should be decided by the members of our referee team." Mrs. Maxim said, "Other people's opinions can only be used as a reference."
Professor Girard immediately asked, "Could it be that your decision is to give him no punishment? This is unreasonable!"
"Yes, there must be a penalty." Mr. Jolly said, "So I propose to deduct 5 game points as a penalty."
5 O'Clock?
Scott thought back.
In the current standings, I have 48 points, Klum has 45 points, and Furong has 43 points.
Is this to allow myself and Furong to stand on the same starting line again?
"I agree." Professor Hartmann was the first to agree.
He was obviously happy to vote for it, because then Krum would be No. 1 in the standings.
"Yes."
"Yes."
Monsieur Lefebre and Madame Maxime also agreed.
Finally, they looked at Dumbledore.
"I have no objection." Dumbledore glanced at Scott, "Then deduct 5 points."
Scott felt that the point deduction was actually unreasonable because it had nothing to do with the game.
But Dumbledore didn't object, so it wasn't his turn to speak.
He didn't care that much about the 5 points.
"Then it's so decided!" said Mr. Jolly with the final word.
Even if Professor Girard wanted to deduct more points from Scott, it was too late.
With things thus over, Scott and Dumbledore left Beauxbaton Castle together and returned to their tower.
"They're back!"
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"Scott!"
Everyone was waiting for them, and as soon as they met, they couldn't wait to ask about the results of the incident.
"How's it going?"
"What did they say?"
Scott quickly told them the result of the treatment.
"Deduction of points?" Fred was a little surprised, "Is that all?"
Roger curled his lips, "Fortunately, it's just 5 points deducted, that's why Krum is cheap!"
(End of this chapter)
During the journey to Principal Beauxbaton's office, Fu Rong didn't speak any more for the rest of the time, and just led the way silently.
Scott and Dumbledore followed Fleur and came under a tower.
The tower is about the same size as the Ravenclaw tower at Hogwarts, and it doesn't look dated at all.
After entering the tower, what they faced was not a spiral staircase, but an elevator similar to the British Ministry of Magic.
Of course, the elevator was far more ornate, inside and out, than the elevators at the British Ministry of Magic.
Scott didn't even feel or hear anything as the elevator closed and went up.
After letting go of the magic perception for a while, he was not surprised to find that the elevator was a product of alchemy, and its kinetic energy came entirely from magic.
Sure enough, like Beauxbatons, a place where magic power gathers, like Hogwarts, cannot use any electricity.
At this moment, the elevator door slowly opened, and Scott restrained his magic perception.
The moment the elevator door was fully opened, a burst of fragrance of flowers and plants wafted into his nostrils, and Scott looked at the scenery outside the elevator in a little surprise.
This……
At the very top of the tower, there is actually a hanging garden full of exotic flowers and plants.
The space here has obviously been cast with a traceless stretching spell, which is much larger than the appearance of the tower.
"Please come this way."
After stepping out of the elevator, Fu Rong led the two of them on a winding path full of flowers.
Scott looked around as he walked.
Even though Christmas is approaching, the whole garden is full of spring.
The thin winter sun shines through the transparent glass dome, as if it has undergone some kind of amplification and becomes warm and pleasant.
On both sides of the road, all kinds of plants that have been carefully pruned are verdant, and flowers of various colors are competing to bloom.
Countless glittering fairies are flying around in the garden.
Looking carefully, Scott found that this kind of vanity and willful little thing was uncharacteristically taking care of the plants here.
Moreover, all the exotic flowers and plants here have a common feature, that is, they are large in size.
Even for the most common rose, the flower is several times larger than the usual roses.
Walking in it, Scott always has the illusion that he has been shrunk.
The three of them made several turns in the garden before finally arriving at the principal's office located in the center of the sky garden.
This is a round transparent glass house, standing like a huge birdcage among the flowers.
Although the glass is transparent, the flower vines wrapped around the exterior and the silk curtain hanging inside prevent them from seeing the interior.
Furong walked up several pure white steps, raised her hand and knocked on the gorgeous door covered with patterns of flowers and plants.
The door opened automatically.
Fleur lowered her head and said very respectfully, "Madame Maxime, Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Trollope have arrived."
"Ask them to come in." Madam Maxim's deep voice came.
"Please."
Fleur stood by the door, guiding Dumbledore and Scott inside.
Dumbledore nodded and walked into the room.
Scott followed behind him.
The traceless stretching spell was obviously cast in the office, the space is very large, and the size of everything in the room is very suitable for Mrs. Maxim's figure.
It made her look like a normal-sized, well-mannered lady in this office.
Correspondingly, this is not very friendly to other people who walk into this office.
When Scott walked into the room, the feeling of being shrunk, or entering the kingdom of giants, was even stronger.
"Oh, Dumbledore, you are finally here, please take a seat."
At this time, Mrs. Maxim who was sitting behind the desk was drinking tea from a cup, and she didn't seem to be in a bad mood.
At least she didn't entertain Dumbledore with a cold-eyed attitude.
In contrast to her is another witch who is also in the office at the moment. After Fleur's reminder before, Scott knew that she was Professor Girard.
Professor Girard, whom Scott has known for a long time, is very beautiful, with long pale golden curly hair hanging loose, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and bright red lips complementing a bright red embroidered robe.
It's just that her face was very ugly. After Dumbledore and Scott entered the room, she kept looking at them with disgust.
This kind of eyes that have nothing to do with beauty undoubtedly ruined her beauty.
Especially at this moment, she is sitting on the huge powder blue sofa. Due to the mismatched size of the sofa, her feet are dangling in the air, like a newborn in a large-sized stroller, which adds a touch of weirdness sense of humor.
And Kari, the black boy who witnessed the conflict in the morning, was also standing next to the sofa where she was sitting.
"Thank you, dear Madame Maxime."
Ignoring Professor Girard's gaze, Dumbledore thanked Mrs. Maxime, walked aside, climbed onto the sofa and sat down with insensitive movements.
"Oh, I have to compliment, the sofa here is really comfortable."
He sat very comfortably on the sofa opposite Professor Girard, letting the huge soft satin pillows surround his body, showing an expression of enjoyment.
Scott didn't sit down, but also stood by the arm of the sofa, facing Kari.
The two looked at each other, but neither could see any message in the other's calm eyes.
"Thank you for your compliment, Dumbledore."
Madame Maxime smiled at Dumbledore, waved her wand and served him a cup of tea.
Dumbledore picked up the teacup that looked like a big bowl with both hands, not caring how funny he looked at the moment, bowed his head and took a sip of tea.
"Oh, I need to add some more sugar."
He straightened his hands holding the teacup.
"of course."
Madame Maxime smiled again and tapped her wand lightly.
A large and exquisite ceramic sugar bowl flew over from the side shelf, shook in mid-air, and poured a large pile of white sugar cubes into the teacup in Dumbledore's hand.
"Oh, that's enough."
Dumbledore picked up a teaspoon the size of a soup spoon, stirred it in the cup, took another sip, and then sighed contentedly.
"Just right, this is exactly the taste I like."
"As long as you like it."
Madam Maxim directed the sugar bowl to fly back.
"Olim!"
At this time, Professor Girard finally couldn't sit still.
"If I'm right, you probably didn't invite them here for tea!"
Probably because of anger, her voice was a little shrill.
Madam Maxim frowned, "Please don't be impatient, Veronica, I invited Dumbledore here, of course not for tea."
Professor Girard said: "Then you should directly tell the respected Professor Dumbledore how I want his bad student to be punished!"
"It's not up to you, Veronica." Madam Maxim's tone was obviously displeased, "This involves a warrior who participated in the Triwizard Tournament. In short, this matter requires the entire referee team A decision can only be made after discussion.”
She looked towards the office door.
"So, now we need to wait for a few other guests to come."
Professor Girard said in a strong tone, "I don't think this matter has anything to do with the Triwizard Tournament. The whole thing is just that a Hogwarts student attacked a Beauxbaton student for no reason and caused him serious injury!"
Madam Maxim turned her head and looked at her expressionlessly, "I think I am the principal of this school, Professor Girard."
Professor Girard stared at her with wide eyes, and took several deep breaths.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Professor Girard took the initiative to ease his tone, "You are right, Olim. Sorry, I lost my temper."
Under Madame Maxime's gaze, she relented.
Madam Maxim smiled gracefully, "It's okay, please wait a little longer, Veronica, I think we can discuss together to reach a result acceptable to all parties."
Professor Girard nodded and stopped talking.
The confrontation between the two stopped here, and it was obvious that Mrs. Maxime, who was the headmaster of Beauxbatons, was the better one.
At this moment, Fu Rong's voice came from the door.
"Madame Maxime, all your other guests are here."
"Invite them in quickly, Fleur."
"Yes, Madame Maxime."
Immediately afterwards, several people walked in from the door.
The first is the other members of the jury.
Two officials of the French Ministry of Magic, Mr. Lefeble and Joly.
Durmstrang's new headmaster, Professor Hartmann.
And, Professor Russell and Lucio of Beauxbaton.
When Professor Russell in a white robe walked into the office, Professor Girard slid directly off the huge sofa.
After her feet landed on the ground, she couldn't wait to ask, "Why did you come here, Professor Russell!"
"My student is also involved." He glanced at Lucio who was following him.
Professor Girard wanted to say something else, but Madam Maxim said, "Professor Russell and his students are invited by me, well, please take your seats. Furong, you come in too, and then close the door. "
With that said, she stood up and greeted everyone else to sit down.
Except for Lucio, who is also a student, everyone sat down.
No one commented on the couches that were completely mismatched in size, even if it was a bit difficult to climb up and sit on the sofa, the movement was somewhat indecent.
Even the serious Mr. Lefeble and Professor Russell.
Of course, Professor Girard also sat down again.
Obviously, everyone is very proud of Mrs. Maxim.
Madame Maxime finally sat down with a smile on her face, and her movements were exceptionally graceful, and she waved her wand to serve everyone tea.
But apart from Dumbledore and Mr. Jolly, no one raised those teacups like a big bowl.
Madame Maxime didn't care either.
She said slowly, "I think everyone has a general idea of what happened. I invite everyone here to discuss a result that everyone can accept."
Several people present nodded.
Madam Maxim said again: "Then, for the sake of fairness, let the students who are involved in the matter tell the details again, in front of all of us."
"No problem," said Mr. Jolly, "only, if I remember correctly, there was another important person who was not present."
Professor Girard immediately said: "Poor Waldo, he is still lying in the school hospital. He has suffered unimaginable pain and torture, and he is still not quite awake until now. I don't want him to be stimulated any more."
As she spoke, she glanced at Scott with cold eyes, and then looked at Cary.
"This is my student, Kari Kama. Kari witnessed the whole thing, and my nephew Valdo entrusted him to tell the truth."
"Is that so?" Mr. Jolly looked at the others, "What do you think?"
"Yes," said Mr. Lefeble.
Several others also nodded.
"That's it." Mr. Jolly clapped his hands. "Then it's up to you to tell the story first, Mr. Kama."
Cary bowed slightly.
"Good afternoon, I'm Karikama, from the Karma family..."
He began to describe in detail what had happened.
Let’s start with Furong’s announcement last night that she has confirmed her dancing partner.
He didn't seem to have the intention of covering up for Waldo, and he clearly expressed Waldo's domineering meaning of not allowing other boys to get close to Fleur.
Of course, he made a lot of embellishments in his words, beautifying Waldo's ugly behavior as "impulse for love".
Listening to his narration, Scott glanced at Fleur standing beside Madam Maxim.
Fu Rong's face was very pale, and there was resentment in her eyes, as if she had been greatly humiliated.
But she didn't make a sound.
Cary went on, and he told of Waldo's actions this morning.
"...On the spur of the moment, Waldo led a group of people to trouble Mr. Trollope, hoping that he would retreat. Because I was worried, I also followed."
Until here, he hasn't said too much nonsense.
But then...
"Waldo got really angry when Lucio reminded Mr. Trollope to be more careful. Impulsively, he said something threatening."
As he spoke, he glanced at Scott.
"But I didn't expect that Mr. Trollope would directly humiliate him. He said that he had never seen such a fool as Waldo, and that he would make Waldo unable to hold his head up in front of him..."
Scott raised an eyebrow.
At the same time, he heard Lucio's heavy breathing.
Lucio was staring at Cary with anger in his eyes.
But Professor Russell glanced at him, and he closed his mouth tightly, not speaking rashly.
Scott quietly watched Cary's performance.
Cary concealed part of the facts, changed part of the chronological order, and then told the whole thing beyond recognition.
In summary, what he meant was that Valdor was only looking for trouble on the spur of the moment, but also only wanted to warn Scott to stay away from Fleur.
Unexpectedly, Scott humiliated him with vicious language, and the incident rose to a violent conflict.
Even during the conflict, Valdo deliberately excluded Lucio, and even set up a magic barrier in order not to affect other people.
But Scott defeated them mercilessly with weird means, and even tortured Waldo in cruel ways, no matter how Kali persuaded him, he didn't stop.
Until the end, Scott also snatched Waldo's alchemy item, the magic barrier ball.
If people who don't know the truth generally listen to it, they will feel that although Waldo is wrong, it is not a big mistake, but he is a little impulsive for love.
On the contrary, Scott is arrogance, arrogance, cruelty, and cold-blooded, just like the next generation of Dark Lord.
"...I'm done." Kari bowed again.
"Did you hear that?"
Professor Girard patted the armrest of the sofa, then pointed at Scott with a finger painted with bright red nails.
"This Mr. Trollope is an extremely dangerous student! His sophistication and cruelty are comparable to those of senior dark wizards! For such a student, what you should do is to disqualify him from the competition, and then He's in jail!"
Hearing her words, the two officials from the French Ministry of Magic, as well as Professor Hartman, looked at Scott with puzzled eyes.
"cough……"
Dumbledore coughed and was about to speak, but Professor Russell spoke suddenly.
"Your words sound reasonable, Professor Girard. But according to my student, Lucio Gonzalez, the truth is not the case."
He raised a hand to stop Professor Girard's retort.
"We can't just listen to one side of the story. Now is it my student's turn to tell the story?" he asked Madame Maxime.
"Of course." Madame Maxime nodded, motioning for Lucio to speak.
"Kary is lying!"
Lucio said this first.
Professor Girard turned to stare at Lucio, "Lucio Gonzalez, you should understand that you have to be responsible for what you say, and I hope you can bear the corresponding consequences."
It was almost a blatant threat.
But Professor Russell immediately interjected, "I think with me as a mentor, my apprentice can boldly say what he wants to say."
Professor Girard's face changed, "Professor Russell, are you sure?"
Scott immediately understood her subtext—
Are you sure you're going to break up with our Girard family for a Muggle-born student.
"I'm sure, Professor Girard." Professor Russell didn't show her face.
Professor Girard took a few more deep breaths, his face darkened.
Professor Russell withdrew his gaze, "Continue, Lucio."
"Yes, teacher."
Lucio responded and resumed his narration.
He deliberately went to remind Scott to talk about it early in the morning, and told the whole story.
"...Anyway, because Waldo kept humiliating us with the title 'Mudblood', Scott would call him a fool angrily. Also, it was Waldo and the others who did it first. After the incident, Waldo There are no scars on the body."
He bowed.
"My story is over."
"It seems that the facts in Gonzalez's mouth are completely different from what Kama said." Mrs. Maxim said, "We need to distinguish the truth of the facts."
Professor Girard said: "Lucio Gonzalez is just lying to help his friend escape responsibility. Such a student, Beauxbatons should expel him from school."
"I trust my students." Professor Roselle refused to budge. "He would never lie to me."
Professor Girard glared, "August Russell! This matter involves Beauxbatons and Hogwarts!"
She tried to use Beauxbaton's name to pull Professor Russell into the united front.
But Professor Russell obviously doesn't like this.
He said in a deep voice: "Because Beauxbaton's reputation cannot be tarnished, it is more necessary to remove some stains that should have been removed long ago, instead of letting them go again and again for the sake of some people."
"you!"
Professor Girard was so angry that his breath became short of breath.
At the critical moment, Dumbledore spoke.
"Gentlemen and ladies, I don't think we have much to argue about the matter."
"Oh? Do you have anything to say, Dumbledore." Madame Maxime asked.
Dumbledore smiled.
"I have only two points to make."
"First, for Scott Trollope, other people can only decide about the Triwizard Tournament. As for how to deal with him, it is our Hogwarts business."
"Secondly, my student is good at inventing some interesting gadgets, and the incident has been recorded by him with magic items. We will know the real process at a glance."
As he spoke, he took out a rectangular mirror from his pocket.
"Oh, right here."
He tapped the mirror with his wand, then flicked it, and the corresponding picture was immediately projected on the white curtain hanging on one side of the glass wall.
Scott watched this scene in surprise.
This method is undoubtedly much simpler and more convenient than the method he often uses, and there is no need to make an additional large mirror as a player.
It's just that he didn't know how Dumbledore did it.
"Very interesting gadget, I modified it on a whim."
Dumbledore whispered something to him, then looked at the others.
"Well, let's start watching now."
Soon, the image projected on the curtain moved.
Scott glanced at Professor Girard and Cary, both of whom had serious expressions at the moment.
Unexpectedly!
With a sneer in his heart, he also relived the incident again.
Although Waldo's arrogant appearance made people uncomfortable, and the screams were ugly, the feeling of relief was still very comfortable.
In the picture at this time, the lawlessness of Waldo and his group of followers can be seen at a glance, and the voice from Dumbledore's [magic phone] is even more vivid.
That defiant gesture, that "mudblood" sound, and that unfinished sentence that tried to insult Madam Maxim were all completely exposed in front of everyone's eyes.
When that sentence was played, Scott deliberately observed Madam Maxim's reaction from the corner of his eyes.
In any case, the plus-size lady barely managed to maintain her graceful posture when Valdor spoke of her in a contemptuous tone.
At the same time, Professor Girard's face became more and more serious.
Until the absolute darkness fell in the video screen, and Waldo's screams sounded, Professor Girard finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Enough!" she almost screamed. "Enough! Stop!"
But no one responded to her, and Dumbledore didn't listen to her.
This video was played until the end, allowing everyone present to understand what happened.
Facing the eyes of other people focusing on her, Professor Girard gritted his teeth and said: "This is not true! With Dumbledore's level of magic, he can completely disguise such an image!"
Hearing what she said, the faces of the others were a little displeased.
Such evidence has already been thrown in the face, so what's the point of continuing to be stubborn?
Scott, who has been silent until now, stood up and bowed, "If there is a Pensieve, I can pull out my memory and let everyone check it out."
"Me too." Lucio said quickly.
"Memory is not unchangeable." Professor Girard still refused to admit defeat.
"Enough, it's too ugly, Professor Girard." Professor Russell said, "You know exactly what kind of character your nephew is."
Professor Girard finally fell silent.
"It seems that's how it happened."
Mrs. Maxim, who had regained her graceful posture, gracefully picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"Next, what we should discuss is how to deal with this matter, without affecting the Triwizard Tournament."
The two officials from the Ministry of Magic pondered.
"His qualification should be disqualified!" Professor Girard cheered up again, "This is a punishment for him and Hogwarts, the champion of this year's Tournament can only be between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang! "
Scott has been observing the reactions of other people. Professor Hartman was obviously a little moved by Professor Girard's proposal, and nodded slightly.
But he did not rush to make a statement, but looked at the two officials.
Mr. Jolly shook his head and rejected the proposal first, "No, this will make the Triwizard Tournament unworthy of its name and meaningless."
"That's right, there must be three parties participating in the Triwizard Tournament." Mr. Lefebler echoed.
"Then Hogwarts must change to a warrior." Professor Girard said again, "This student's methods are vicious and cruel, obviously not suitable for the identity of a warrior."
"Vicious and cruel? I don't think so."
Or Professor Russell.
Scott didn't expect him to speak for him in this kind of place.
Could it be because of the disagreement between the Russell family and the Girard family?
But he vaguely felt that Professor Roselle was not that kind of person, and he probably wouldn't do this kind of objection for the sake of objection.
"what are you saying?"
Professor Girard also looked at Professor Russell in surprise.
"Didn't you hear that poor Waldo was tortured so badly that he still hasn't recovered yet, this incident might leave him with a psychological shadow!"
She pointed at Scott angrily.
"If that's the case, he will completely destroy Waldo's future!"
Facing her accusation, Professor Russell's eyes were extraordinarily calm.
He still said in his usual tone: "Professor Girard, what you should do is not to blame Mr. Trollope, but to reflect on the family education of your Girard family."
"What did you say?" Professor Girard's eyes widened in disbelief.
Professor Russell didn't answer her, but turned to Scott and asked, "Mr. Trollope, have you tried it yourself? How much pain did Valdogilar suffer?"
Scott told the truth: "I tried it, and it was equivalent to being stabbed once."
Of course, the pain in the illusion can be adjusted.
But because pain can also cause death, in order not to cause death, the pain level Scott gave to Waldo is not too high.
Professor Russell nodded, looked at Professor Girard again, and then replied her with a long paragraph.
"I know Valdo Girard has suffered some pain."
"But that level of pain is not comparable to that of a Quidditch player falling from a high altitude, nor is it comparable to an alchemist being injured by an explosion in an alchemy experiment, and it is not even comparable to the score caused by a student's mistake in practicing apparition." body."
"Of course, it's not more serious than what he caused when he bullied others in the past."
"It's not uncommon for little wizards to be injured in their daily lives. Why didn't others leave a shadow because of those pains?"
"They're still playing Quidditch, they're still doing alchemy experiments, and they've all passed the apparition certificate."
"Why is only Waldor so vulnerable?"
"Because you have always protected him too well, allowing him to enjoy privileges in the collective, and not allowing him to suffer any harm."
"Even learning Apparation, you lead him by the hand until he gets used to the magic."
"He is lawless, he does things regardless of the consequences, and he can't bear pain. Such qualities are cultivated by you."
"In other words, even though he left an indelible shadow because of this incident, the ones who really ruined him are actually you loved ones who doted on him."
After speaking this long paragraph, Professor Roselle stood up directly.
"In short, my attitude has been expressed, and I will not participate in the next thing."
He nodded to the others and led Lucio out of the office.
How handsome, Professor Russell!
Those words are beautiful!
Scott almost wanted to applaud him directly.
In his long paragraph, Professor Girard was stunned when he said it directly.
And when she came to her senses and wanted to refute back, Professor Russell had already left with Lucio.
Professor Girard was panting with anger, but he couldn't find someone to vent to.
She couldn't be too rude to Dumbledore, that was obviously unmannered behaviour.
She also can't face Scott directly, that would definitely make her lose her identity.
She could only stare at the reopened door, her chest rising and falling.
"Well, how to deal with this incident should be decided by the members of our referee team." Mrs. Maxim said, "Other people's opinions can only be used as a reference."
Professor Girard immediately asked, "Could it be that your decision is to give him no punishment? This is unreasonable!"
"Yes, there must be a penalty." Mr. Jolly said, "So I propose to deduct 5 game points as a penalty."
5 O'Clock?
Scott thought back.
In the current standings, I have 48 points, Klum has 45 points, and Furong has 43 points.
Is this to allow myself and Furong to stand on the same starting line again?
"I agree." Professor Hartmann was the first to agree.
He was obviously happy to vote for it, because then Krum would be No. 1 in the standings.
"Yes."
"Yes."
Monsieur Lefebre and Madame Maxime also agreed.
Finally, they looked at Dumbledore.
"I have no objection." Dumbledore glanced at Scott, "Then deduct 5 points."
Scott felt that the point deduction was actually unreasonable because it had nothing to do with the game.
But Dumbledore didn't object, so it wasn't his turn to speak.
He didn't care that much about the 5 points.
"Then it's so decided!" said Mr. Jolly with the final word.
Even if Professor Girard wanted to deduct more points from Scott, it was too late.
With things thus over, Scott and Dumbledore left Beauxbaton Castle together and returned to their tower.
"They're back!"
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"Scott!"
Everyone was waiting for them, and as soon as they met, they couldn't wait to ask about the results of the incident.
"How's it going?"
"What did they say?"
Scott quickly told them the result of the treatment.
"Deduction of points?" Fred was a little surprised, "Is that all?"
Roger curled his lips, "Fortunately, it's just 5 points deducted, that's why Krum is cheap!"
(End of this chapter)
