Chapter 567: A Letter That Will Explode

In the auditorium of Beauxbaton Castle, Maca and Fanny are enjoying an exquisite and delicious French breakfast. The most distinctive thing on the long table right now is naturally the classic French baguette.

Freshly baked French baguettes are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, and taste good with oatmeal milk. Of course, if left for a little longer, these thick and long sticks can really be used to beat 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 bored. After a few bites, he began to miss Hogwarts bacon and grilled sausages.

Just as he was filling his stomach with every mouthful, a shadow drifted over his table, and then he found that the seat beside him had been occupied by a large mass of fat.

Master Hohenheim? Maca moved the chair to give him some space.

Well... good morning...

The fat young master of the Hohenheim family was obviously still asleep, he glanced at Maca in a daze, then shook his head and greeted him. Fortunately, at least people can recognize who he is.

Well, good morning.

Maca shrugged, and then nodded to Mr. Ghost next to the fat man. The ghost David's expression was very helpless at the moment, even though his face was translucent, he still perfectly expressed what he thought in his heart.

Sorry, young master, he likes to sleep late. It's not easy to wake up so early today. David said with a wry smile, Mr. McLean, good morning.

You don't need to be so polite. Maca didn't care, just smiled.

While the two of them were exchanging greetings, the fat young master had already started eating. When others eat baguettes, they always come in slices, but he grabbed a whole baguette and gnawed it directly. Watching him take a mouthful of milk and a mouthful of bread, more than half of it has been removed with a click.

You know, a stick of bread is as long as a human arm!

Adding enough sugar in the morning when you just wake up can help wake up your body. It can be seen that the fat young master, who was sleepy just now, soon became much more energetic.

...Actually, I don't want to get up early in the morning, he mumbled to Maca while chewing, If David hadn't told me that someone died, I wouldn't have woken up so soon Get up! It's a pity that the French Ministry of Magic moved too fast, and when I get there, I'll have nothing...

It's nothing to look at, Maca said casually, It's just sitting in a corner alone, you can see what it looks like when you think about it?

Hey... what's important is not what it is! Well... this jam is good... What I want to see is an atmosphere, do you understand the atmosphere? It's just the feeling... The big fat man said in a long-winded manner, I can't live in this life. I haven't seen a dead person yet! Thinking about it is exciting!

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

Maca finally understands that this big fat man is actually the kind of second-generation ancestor who never goes out on weekdays. It's not that he's not good, the main reason is that he's still inexperienced, and his hobbies in life are eating and sleeping, so it's really not suitable for him to come into contact with the current chaos of Beauxbatons.

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

...Eh? McLean, why don't you talk? Probably one person said that it wasn't very satisfying, but the fat man felt a little boring when he saw that Maca just smiled and said, What are you thinking?

Maca shook his head, and was about to say something casually, but when he turned his head, he saw a small owl flying straight towards this side.

Following the flapping of wings, an envelope just happened to land on the table in front of the fat man.

what?

Maca found that the fat man was startled when he saw the owl, and when the envelope was settled accurately, he didn't touch it for a long time.

What's wrong? Don't you want to watch?

Maca asked a question, but got a series of shaking of the head from the other party, and even the flesh on the face shook.

This is the owl raised by the young lady, the ghost David explained on his behalf. I think there is something to tell the young master at home.

Maca looked at the envelope, and at the fat man's cowardly look, he probably knew something in his heart. But of course these had nothing to do with him, so he just smiled casually, then turned his head and continued to eat breakfast on his own.

After that, the fat young master hesitated for a while, he thought he had to look both left and right, so he picked up the envelope as if resigned to his fate. I don't know how his sister usually treats him, so much so that he even read the letter as if he was about to go to the battlefield, full of reluctance.

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Dear Brother Noah:

I believe you have spent the night in Beauxbatons, wondering if it is as beautiful as Papa said? Dear brother, take a good look for Sarah first, and then write down everything you see. Sarah wants to read it when you come back?

Of course, this is not the most important.

Sarah is writing you this letter mainly because Dad wants to repeat what he has to do. Remember to make good friends with Mrs. Maxim, and to say hello on time every day, so that we can show that the members of our Hohenheim family are all well-mannered wizards.

Then, this time you went to Beauxbatons to represent your father in negotiating the distribution of the estate of Grand Alchemist Nicole Flamel, remember to listen to David’s advice more, and don’t just focus on Hang out by yourself.

Oh oh, and more—it's Sarah's business again, and before you get back, don't forget to find something to take home. do you remember? Sarah's birthday is coming soon! In the second half of the year, Sarah should go to school at Beauxbatons, which is what my father promised! Dear brother, please do take a good look at Beauxbaton's bathroom and toilet for Sarah!

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

Well, let me calculate the time... When this letter was sent to you, you should not have woken up yet, right? Really, without the lovely Sarah, my brother would definitely stay in bed! In this case...

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

It was a sudden explosion, in terms of power, it was comparable to a shattering curse cast by an adult wizard. The long table in front of Maca already lacked a piece of tabletop, and all kinds of tableware were blown up into a hidden weapon, and scattered all over the place in an instant.

Maca stood in front of him with one hand, and a layer of azure magic barrier firmly blocked the explosive power radiating towards him, not even hurting half of his hair. It's a pity that the few guys sitting opposite him were in a bit of a miserable state. Most of them were ashamed, and one of them had his face cut several times by the explosion fragments, and blood was flowing.

Does your lady like to play such powerful pranks? Maca kept his hands moving, turned his head, and asked Mr. Ghost with an inexplicable expression.

Uh... David looked quite embarrassed, and he quickly apologized, I'm really... really very sorry...Mr. McLean, and everyone... really...

Hey, McLean, your defense is really good! The fat man didn't care about the miserable appearance of those people at all. Instead, he became very curious about Maca's magic, Can you teach me?

Hey! What's going on with you!

That's right! What the hell happened here? Someone put a poisonous spell on the letter paper?

Ouch... my handsome face...

Naturally, the wizards on the opposite side were not happy. They cried out in pain, as if they wanted to ask the fat man for clarification. Perhaps the fat young master was enough to attract attention. The action of reading and throwing the letter just now was noticed by the other party, and now they all wanted to find an explanation for themselves.

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

There, the original letter paper fell to the ground, and it was completely intact in the explosion just now!

This is not the power of a spell. He bent down to pick up the letter while thinking to himself, and checked it over and over again.

Just now, if he hadn't reacted very quickly, he might have fallen for it. The explosion attached to this letter paper is not only powerful, but also only has an extremely short-lived fluctuation of magic power beforehand. It is probably a masterpiece of some kind of alchemy.

Is it the Miss of the Hohenheim family that David said before?

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

Look, look... just look at it, the fat man waved his hands again and again, Don't talk about reading it, you can give it to you-but don't give it back to me, God knows if it will explode again?

Maca nodded in understanding before looking at the words on the letter paper.

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

Please translate for me, please. He said helplessly.

Don't you need a translator? Although the gathering was mainly conducted in English to take care of everyone, the letter was written in French.

Soon, after Fanny quietly translated the content to him, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Will you be entering Beauxbatons in the second half of the year?