Chapter 260 Flowing Time in Paris
In fact, this is not a suitable weather for outdoor play.
The temperature in Paris has not risen too high, of course, it is generally not too hot here. It's just today, but it's raining lightly.
It would make me think we didn't actually leave London at all.
Needless to say, Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, also came to France with him. Although he said he came to visit old friends, Maca would not believe his lies.
At the moment, the three of them are sheltering from the rain in a Muggle cafe in Place Saint-Michel, and by the way, they can enjoy the historical scenery of the old architectural style in this area.
Speaking of which, this place is actually very close to Delacour's house, across the Seine River, it is the outskirts of the small town of Giverny.
Maca leaned against the brown floor-to-ceiling windows of the cafe, watching the fine raindrops hit the glass lightly, and then meander down, drawing hazy water marks on the glass window.
Perhaps it was because the rain came suddenly, most of the passers-by on the street were in a hurry, passing by quickly under the fine rain curtain.
Luna and her father seem to be very curious about everything about Muggles. From time to time, they reach out to touch the dining bell on the table. Just now Maca showed them how to use this gadget. It can be seen that they seem to like the crisp Sweet ringtones.
It's also good to listen to the rain in Paris once in a while. It feels less sticky than London.
Maca picked up the coffee and took a sip, smiled casually, then decisively picked up the milk jug and added some more.
...I thought that under this kind of environment, we could taste a bit more bitter taste, he shrugged.
Sweet is better than bitter, Luna said in a trance, holding up the cup and tasting it, and then sticking out her tongue lightly, ...but I prefer to taste sweet first and then bitter. Bitter sweet.
Maca has long been used to Luna's state, and the sudden demeanor of a philosophical girl can sometimes give people some good insights.
He nodded noncommittally, and then turned his gaze out of the window, looking at the pale gray sky in the distance.
The three of them sat in this cafe for a long time, until they had lunch, and then walked all the way to the southeast on the wet street that had already cleared up.
There are always some bright decorations outside the shops on the roadside, adding a little romance that only belongs to France to this historical road.
If you mention the small town of Giverny on the outskirts of the city with Muggles in Paris, many people will think of the famous painter Claude Monet who created Impressionism.
In this small town, Mr. Monet's former garden residence is a beautiful landscape.
And Delacour's house is on a small hill not far from the town of Giverny.
...It should be right here.
Maca looked at the colorful sea of flowers in front of him, and couldn't help but admire in his heart.
Delacour's house is a very ordinary-looking double-storey French-style house, with light yellow brick walls and bright brown-red wooden doors, a little dampness after the rain under the black eaves, and a low roof standing on the roof. chimney.
And all of this was submerged in a whole piece of lush flowering branches, and a rich and fragrant breath rushed over.
If you ignore the little fairies flying among the flowers and leaves, everyone will think that the people living here are just a Muggle family with a comfortable life.
Seeing that Lovegood and his daughter were still immersed in the beauty of this small garden, Maca didn't bother them, but walked to the door first.
Tuk Tuk Tuk
He knocked lightly on the wooden door with his fingers, and when he heard someone answering in the room, he took a step back and looked up towards the eaves. There are also several strings of delicate wind chimes hanging there, which collide with each other in the breeze, making a burst of relaxing bells.
crunch
The door was pushed open from the inside, Maca lowered his head when he heard the sound, and the first thing he saw was a dazzling golden color.
Mr. McLean!
It was little Gabriel who came out to answer the door,
As soon as she saw Maca, she immediately showed a pleasant smile. It was only then that Maca noticed that the dazzling golden color just now was the reflection of Gabriel's hair in the sunshine after the rain.
Maca couldn't help turning her head back, and glanced at Luna.
That's right, he still prefers Luna's light golden long hair to the bright golden long hair of the Delacour sisters. It's soft and delicate, making people want to let the flowing gold slip through his fingers.
Sister, sister, Mr. McLean is here!
Gabriel didn't even think about letting Maca into the house first, so she ran into the house, and it seemed that she was still running upstairs from the sound.
Maca stood there dumbfounded, honestly waiting for the master to come out without being invited would be quite rude, especially since this was his first time as a guest.
But not long after, he heard a burst of French coming from inside. Immediately afterwards, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.
Excuse me, are you Mr. McLean? She smiled gently, Please come in quickly! My husband and I have heard from Fu Rong that there will be two distinguished guests visiting this summer... Oh, you Is your companion not here?
When Maca heard this, she smiled awkwardly, then gave up her position and pointed to the back: Sorry, I'm taking the liberty to visit, I'm Maca McLean. Besides, it's not just me and Luna, her father is also Come together.
Oh! You must be Mrs. Delacour, right? Mr. Lovegood has also noticed at this moment, he turned around, and then hurriedly strode towards this side, Nice to meet you, my name is Xenophilius Lovegood, this is my daughter, Luna Lovegood...
Just as he was talking, he waved repeatedly to Luna who was still lingering in the sea of flowers: ...Luna, come quickly and say hello.
Dinner that day was at Delacour's.
Fleur and Gabrielle's father came home from get off work, and everyone had a good time. Then Maca and Mr. Lovegood declined the warm invitation from the Delacour family and took Luna to the small town of Giverny. Stay overnight at the hotel above.
No way, the house of Delacour's family is not big, and it is always inconvenient for two men to stay overnight. It is better to stay in a hotel than to stay crowded in their house.
In the next few days, the Fu Rong sisters took Maca and others to play around, leaving countless laughter and memories on the beautiful Seine River.
...
This way, just behind this mountain...
Deep in the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French palace in the mountains. Surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains created using magic, it glistens beautifully in the sunlight.
Beauxbaton Castle has stood here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history cannot conceal her brilliance.
Whenever a guest comes, she will always praise her beauty tirelessly.
...I have already mentioned it to Mrs. Maxime, and she agreed that I would take you to visit the school during the summer vacation... Well, that's it! We should go down...
Quidditch was already popular in France in the 15th century. At that time, the French wizard Malekley also created a dramatic work related to Quidditch Oh, I deformed my feet.
Of course, although that sounds interesting, it doesn't seem like a very serious work at all.
Right now, they were riding broomsticks towards Beauxbaton Castle.
Like most other magic schools, Beauxbaton Castle was solidified with unmarkable magic. Without Fleur's guidance, they would not be able to find the exact location of the castle.
Today Xenophilius did not follow his daughter up, but went to meet an old friend as he said earlier. It seems that Maca may have blamed him by mistake!
Right now, Fleur brought Gabriel and Maca took Luna. The two brooms fell from the sky, and then landed firmly at the gate of the garden of Beauxbaton Castle.
This castle is smaller than Hogwarts, but from the outside, it looks much better.
Beauxbaton Castle is a typical classical style building. The standard three-stage treatment makes her outline 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. Every plant and tree in it is ingenious, and the whole looks magnificent.
It can be seen that your school is very rich! Maca couldn't help complaining.
Our alumnus, Mr. Nick Lemay, once went to study at Beauxbatons when he was young. Later, the LeMays also funded the castle and grounds for the school... Fu Rong said with a hint of pride, and suddenly pointed to the middle of the garden. The huge fountain said, Look! That fountain is named after them, and it also has the function of restoration and beautification!
Maca nodded in amazement, while Luna followed beside him, looking around with her eyes blinking, looking full of interest.
But just as they were strolling forward in the big garden for a while, they heard something seemed to be coming from the other side of the fountain, faintly coming to them through the sound of water.
...You coward! You have to duel with me today! Otherwise, you will drop out of school, understand! On the other side of the fountain, a boy's voice fell into Maca's ears, but he couldn't understand French.
No, how is it possible! I...you must have heard it wrong! I didn't duel with you! Another voice immediately continued, seeming to be flustered, Have you received my gloves? No? !
You...you are still not a man! The boy just now said angrily, I am willing to give my life for the beautiful Miss Delacour, but what about you? You are not qualified to join the competition, you coward!
What... what are they arguing about?
Maka poked her head over and watched the two students on the opposite side of the mist quarreling with each other. She couldn't help but looked at Fu Rong with a puzzled expression, only to find that there was a trace of annoyance on Fu Rong's face.
...It's already a holiday and I still refuse to stop. I would have come back another day if I knew it. She couldn't help muttering to herself.
