Chapter 32
As the breeze blows, there may be forest nymphs singing in the garden.
"Professor, what are we here for?"
John was a little depressed, and Dumbledore said to take him to Nico Flamel.
After the result arrived, he first went to the Paris Opera House to listen to a touching opera with John, and then went to a ladies' hat shop to buy himself a favorite ladies' hat.
This is their third stop in France, Beauxbatons Castle, which is also a French magic school.
Dumbledore smiled at John and said, "John, it is true that the pursuit of knowledge cannot stop, but we are on vacation now."
Walking into the gate of Beauxbatons school, in the garden, a tall woman seems to be the female version of Hagrid.
"Dumbledore."
Olim Maxim.
The current headmaster of Beauxbatons.
She has an olive face, a pair of dark, watery eyes, and her hair is slicked back.
She was wrapped from head to toe in a black satin dress and wore many rich opals.
Like a large lady.
She stretched out her hand, and Dumbledore kissed the back of it very naturally.
Despite her size, she carries herself with grace.
"Ms. Maxim, thank you for agreeing to have my students here."
Dumbledore was already tall enough, but not enough in front of Madame Maxime.
After hearing his words, Ms. Maxim looked condescendingly at John over there.
She spoke in English, but with a French accent, "Dumbledore, Nico Flamel is the school director of Beauxbatons. I will not refuse his request."
Dumbledore smiled, and the two seemed to be playing riddles.
John looked confused.
At this time, Ms. Maxim came to John. She looked at John's decent little suit with a little satisfaction in her eyes.
"Now, you may want to make some changes."
She took out her wand and tapped it gently on John.
John noticed the change and looked down to see that his clothes had changed.
The suit turned into a light blue robe, with a pattern of two golden wands crossing each other on the chest, with three stars emerging from each.
John was a little confused when he changed his clothes with one click.
Dumbledore cleared his throat, snapping John out of his daze.
"John Wick, from now on, you will spend the holidays at Beauxbatons as a temporary exchange student at Hogwarts."
This old man who likes to eat so sweet that he gets tired of cockroaches has a smile on his face.
Only then did John realize that he had been deceived by this old bee.
I agreed to find Nico Flamel, but ended up becoming an exchange student.
"Oops, I'm a substitute."
John shouted in his heart that something was wrong. Could it be that Dumbledore found out that he was learning black magic and wanted to expel him from Hogwarts?
Do you want to be so awesome?
He had subconsciously forgotten the word temporary mentioned by Dumbledore, and now he was in a panic.
"Professor, if you are dissatisfied with what I have done, please tell me directly." John was about to cry.
Dumbledore blinked, touched John's shoulder, and said mysteriously: "John, every magic school is full of mysteries. You can discover and find them through your observant eyes. You can also enjoy Booth." Barton’s Garden and Fountain, my old friend was very fond of it.”
These words seemed to imply something to John. Dumbledore whispered: "Don't worry, Hogwarts will not expel the little wizard just because he is curious about magic."
Well, these words let John finally not have to worry about being fired.
He was brought to Beauxbatons by Madam Maxime, where he would have a two-month exchange student career.
It is impossible for Ms. Maxim to bring a student herself, even if the student is sent by Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of this century.
It just so happens that there is a student in the school who needs to be in the school temporarily.
John got help from a girl.
Her name was Fleur Delacour, a beautiful girl three years older than John.
The graceful hibiscus is so beautiful that it doesn’t look like a mortal.
She has a slender figure and an elegant aura. When she walks, she seems to be floating on the ground, and her whole body seems to exude a faint silver light.
She has silver hair that reaches her waist, big blue eyes and straight white teeth.
When she walked in front of John, John came back to his senses.
He searched around in his mind and felt that there was only one word that could be used to describe this girl.
"It's really bulin bulin, it's like adding duang."
He said it very sincerely, but Fleur looked confused.
What is called bulin bulin is the same as what is called duang.
If she had known the classic saying of Jack Cheng, the pioneer in the field of furniture stores, she might have known that it was just like praising her beauty and adding special effects.
In fact, John was also very curious, because he really saw a silver light surrounding Fleur.
This girl seemed to have some other kind of blood, just like his fire dragon blood.
"Hello, my name is John Wick. Just call me John."
John stretched out his hand, and Fleur also had a favorable impression of this good-looking boy.
With a gentle squeeze of the little hand, it was separated by a touch.
John didn't feel too much. He was staring curiously at the twelve huge horses with wings.
"This is the magic rune horse, raised by Ms. Maxim." Fleur introduced it to John.
John stared at the twelve horses, but he had only one thought in his mind.
"We have to find a way to get some materials from these horses."
As soon as he entered school, John set his sights on other people's horses.
If Ms. Maxim knew that she had led a wolf into the house, she would probably not let this guy enter the school even if Nico Flamel came in person.
Dumbledore's words made John very interested, and his thoughts moved.
Hogwarts has a Room of Requirement. As Beauxbatons' counterpart, the probability that there is no such place is extremely low.
Nico Flamel is the director of Beauxbatons and a former student of the school.
John remembered what Dumbledore said about taking him to Nico Flamel.
He didn't think Dumbledore would break his promise. Either Nicolas Flamel was in Beauxbatons, or there was something related to Nicolas Flamel here.
No matter which one it is, as an alchemy master, if you can get it or see it, you will definitely benefit a lot.
Thinking of this, John cheered up.
Isn't it just a change of place to continue the night tour? It's not like I haven't done it before.
So he shyly found Furong, showed a harmless smile and asked: "Do you know if there is a restricted book area here?"
Fleur was even more confused about the brain circuit of this little wizard from England. Restricted book zone? you ask me?
This is Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts, and they won't let the Restricted Book Section be left there.
So the answer John got was as expected.
Yes, but don’t even think about it.
Well, John had no choice but to be a stranger in a foreign land, put on a level 4 disguise spell and started a night tour in Beauxbatons.
I heard that Beauxbatons was rumored to be haunted during that time. There was always the sound of wandering footsteps in the middle of the night but no one was there. Even the professor who came in person found nothing unusual.
Someone once saw a ghost lying on the ground looking for something near the Fountain of the Flamel couple. He looked as pale as a vampire who had been hung upside down for three days.
The Beauxbatons student was so frightened that he hid in his dormitory for several days and filled the window with garlic.
Chapter 38 Learning and Making
"John, do you know that the Talisman Horse's feathers have been losing their feathers recently?"
Ms. Maxim has been very sad recently. Something happened to her magic horse.
I don’t know whether it’s because of fighting for a mate or because of depression, but the magic horse is losing hair like crazy.
It was not obvious at first, but now it is visible to the naked eye that the wings and mane of the magic rune horse are bald.
Not even single malt whiskey can make the Talisman happy.
Fleur fixed her suspicious eyes on John, who had behaved well since his arrival.
Although there was no evidence, the woman's intuition told her that John Wick had something to do with this matter.
"Rune horses? You mean those huge horses?"
John looked surprised and surprised, and said: "I don't know, I have been studying books on alchemy recently."
As he spoke, John also took out his book list.
The above are all documents about alchemy. As a magic school with a history of seven hundred years, the things recorded in it are no less than Hogwarts.
Even because of the alchemy master Nico Flamel, there are a lot of alchemy documents here, which seems to be more than Hogwarts.
Of course, the book written by Nico Flamel is indispensable, and the content in it has benefited John a lot.
"Yeah?"
Fleur was a little hesitant. When she saw the book list, she thought there was nothing wrong with John, but she always felt it was weird.
Suspicious, Furong left.
Shortly after she left, John waited for nearly an hour before coming out of the library.
He returned the books one by one and rubbed his tired temples.
He did not use Xueba 2.0 because this thing needs to be used when it is more needed.
For example, when he entered Nico Flamel's alchemy room.
Yes, Nico Flamel’s alchemy room.
According to the clues provided by Dumbledore, John used the most primitive method to hammer and hammer near the Flamel couple's fountain for several nights.
Finally, I found the entrance to the secret room at the mouth of the fountain.
It was an alchemy room, which contained a large number of alchemy-related notes and materials.
One of the diary-like things told him that the owner of this room was the famous Nico Flamel.
This is the room that Nico Flamel left when he was a student at Beauxbatons, and all the notes in it were written by his own hand.
John was hungry in this treasure-like room. Although the young Nico Flamel seemed immature in some places, he was just right for some young wizards who were just dabbling in alchemy.
Apart from the notes, the biggest surprise was the diary.
John took out a quill, filled the tip with ink and wrote in the diary.
"Dear Nico, there are some things I don't understand about alchemy, and I hope you can give me answers."
After writing this line, John continued to write about the difficulties he encountered.
After writing, it was as if there was an invisible pen writing under the line of handwriting.
Beautiful fonts appear out of thin air on the diary.
"Of course, dear John, the answer to your question may be found in the seventh notebook from the left on the third row of the bookshelf. I hope it will be helpful to you."
After John saw the writing, he quickly stood up and went to the bookshelf.
