376 Chapter 30, Sky Kingdom

Thestrals flew over the British Isles, flapping its wings tirelessly, and took Hoffa across the English Channel, all the way to Paris, France.

In the early morning, when the clouds cleared, Hoffa looked at the Eiffel Tower below from the sky. He had walked this part of the road with Chloe, and he had been dormant in France for a while after Grindelwald planned to kill Aglaia.

During that time he learned some French, and also cruelty. But he didn't stay in France for too long, and he didn't know Beauxbaton's location. However, like Hogwarts, the school of wizards will not be established in such a conspicuous place as Paris.

Sure enough, the Thestrals streaked across the sky and passed over the Eiffel Tower without stopping at all. Flying again from dawn to dusk, Hoffa crossed the whole of France, and the spikes on the Thestral almost tore his legs.

At dusk the landscape below changed and became hilly, the Pyrenees at the junction of France and Spain. The mountain is covered with yellow-green carpets, and there are also lush forests. Coupled with the blue ocean in the distance, the scenery is very pleasant.

The scenery here has become a little familiar. It is not a familiar landmark like the Eiffel Tower, but a landscape with a unified style.

Although the scenery was beautiful, Hoffa didn't care to appreciate it. Instead, he covered his head and closed his eyes on the Thestral.

After recovering his memory, his headaches did not lessen, especially when he saw some scenes that he didn't want to see, or when he thought of his own mistakes, he still had headaches.

Here he had been during his second-year vacation, and he had been here in his nightmares. This was Sylby's hometown, but he had no desire to return here if he could, for the scenery reminded him of his unforgivable mistakes.

Fortunately, the Thestral did not stay here for too long, it suddenly rose from the ground and flew towards the clouds in the sky. The clouds were much thicker than those Hoffa had seen before. Entering the cloud and mist, Hoffa's vision became white. But soon, the Thestral stopped moving. It didn't even flap its wings anymore. Instead, it folded its wings and stood firmly on the clouds.

Hoffa glanced at the Thestral's hooves, and the Thestral shook his body impatiently, motioning for him to get off quickly.

So he jumped off the Thestral's back, and the clouds under his feet looked erratic but could actually be stepped on.

He recalled that he had experienced this kind of place before. Three years ago, when he sent Chloe back to the UK, he had seen Slughorn's base on the clouds. It was a similar place, a cloud that could walk.

But three years ago, the magic power hadn't faded, and now it's the time when the magic power is declining. It's really not easy for Beauxbaton to maintain such a look.

"Thanks a lot."

Hoffa touched the Thestral's pointy head.

"snort."

Thestral snorted coldly. Turn your head away, avoid Hoffa's hand, kick your legs, jump directly from the clouds, disappear in Hoffa's sight, and ignore him at all.

Hoffa smiled: "Cold guy."

After the thestrals left, he walked carefully among the clouds, and now he was at an altitude of more than a thousand meters. If the clouds accidentally collapsed, he wasn't sure Thunderbird would save him.

Fortunately, the terrifying scene in his imagination did not appear. All the way forward, the clouds gradually faded, and some white floor tiles appeared in front of Hoffa. There are also many blue and white arch columns on the floor tiles. They are combined to form a long arch bridge corridor.

Hoffa walked on the arch bridge, touched the cloud pattern on the handrail, looked at the clouds drifting below, and felt a little joy for some reason, yes, he likes such a high place.

Passing through the arch bridge in the clouds, a platinum gate appeared in front of Hoffa. This gate was so huge that when one looked up, one could hardly see the end of it, only the clouds floating above it. On the arch, there are huge wings and cloud reliefs. Because it is too big, Hoffa, who is holding a cross sword, is too small to stand under it, and he can't make out what the pattern is.

He approached the door and pushed it open with his hand without any expectation.

Of course, the door was unmoved, it was firmly locked.

This put Hoffa in a dilemma, whether to knock on the door or call for someone to open the door. Of course he was sure it would have no effect, no public building would be opened by a private shout, and Beauxbatons would be no exception.

But if so, how would he get into Beauxbatons? Does this school also have secret passages? He looked at the surrounding clouds and thought that the secret passage might be the exclusive feature of Hogwarts.

Just when Hoffa was worrying about entering the school, a soft sound of music suddenly came into Hoffa's mind. His heart moved, and he walked along the sound of the music.

Soon he came to the place where the music took place, and saw a group of people playing music under the towering academy wall. They were a few Beauxbaton girls in blue school uniforms, and they were gently playing the violin and cello.

Among them, a middle-aged man was leaning against the clouds, holding a hand organ, slowly turning the handle, shaking his head while spinning.

The middle-aged man had black and white hair, his beard was neatly trimmed, and he was wearing a white bifurcated robe, showing a little chest muscle, looking a bit flirtatious.

Hoffa was surprised to see such a scene. Compared with Hogwarts, which has almost fallen, this place is so harmonious, even playing music, is this some kind of paradise?

Just listen to the man sing.

"House in the Rain"

"Fireplace in the Cold Night"

"Island in the Whirlpool"

"Don't hear or ask"

"Don't see or hear"

"Storm"

"Rage"

"Rage"

"Time"

"Roar"

"Roar"

"Hermit"

"How long can you last"

"An Uninvited Guest is Coming"

The sound of the music was joyful, soft and weird, with some inexplicable meaning. But I have to say, it sounds great. Hoffa held the cross sword and waited quietly aside.

A few minutes later, with a final note that stopped abruptly, the playing stopped.

The man playing the music turned around and looked at the boy on the arch bridge. He wore a black hunting suit, held a leather sheathed cross sword in his hand, and had a murderous look on his face.

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, then stroked his beard, smiled and said to the performers beside him: "The falling leaves are destined to return to their hometown, and the blood that travels far away is waiting to be greeted by brothers and sisters. Ah, ah, look Look, who's coming."

The middle-aged man spoke poetically. He put away the hand organ and walked gracefully to Hoffa.

"Hello." Hoffa bent slightly at him and said in French, "Excuse me, are you Principal Pierre?"

"Of course not. I am Beauxbaton's history of magic teacher, and my name is Don Quixote. Principal Pierre informed me that an important wizard will visit Beauxbatons today. I thought it would be Abu Dumbledore, I didn't expect it to be you. Nice to meet you, Hoffa Bach."

"You know me?" Hoffa asked in surprise.

"Of course." Don Quixote laughed, "Not only I know, they all know."

He pointed to the girls with violins.

Hoffa looked at them, and a look immediately caused a commotion. The girls covered their mouths, stomped their feet excitedly, their faces were flushed, as if they saw some big singer, and tried their best to restrain their screams. But still let out a suppressed groan.

This made Hoffa unable to understand. He felt that he was mediocre and had no talent other than deformation, so it shouldn't make people so excited.

"What do you think of our performance?" asked Don Quixote.

"It sounds good." Hoffa said from the bottom of his heart, "But, does the History of Magic teacher also teach music?"

Don Quixote shook his head. He smiled and said, "The weather is suitable for playing today, that's all. You should know that art is an unfathomable magic, Hoffa. I always think that Hogwarts' art education is Failed, of course, if Albus is willing to replace that free old ghost in the future, I believe you will be able to have a deeper feeling for music."

Hoffa couldn't help shaking his head. Although what the other party said made sense, at this moment, he really didn't have time to exchange his understanding of music with the other party. He just wanted to see Principal Pierre.

"Can I see Principal Pierre?" He said, "I have brought a letter from Albus Dumbledore, and I hope to hand it over by myself."

"Hit, hit, hit. Stop!"

Don Quixote pressed his finger to Hoffa's lips.

Startled, Hoffa took a step back and stuffed the half-drawn letter back.

"Is it not convenient?" he asked.

"Of course not, we have wanted to see you for a long time." Don Quixote said with his hands behind his back.

"Want to see me? Why do you want to see me?" Hoffa was a little confused.

Don Quixote folded his arms and said, "Your father-in-law is a well-known alumnus of our school, your mother is also a student who has gone out of the school, and your friend is one of the most important directors of our school. Could it be that at this moment, You came back here just to deliver a letter, something an owl can do, isn't it?"

Hoffa opened his mouth in shock.

He didn't expect this guy to be so direct, and he was a little caught off guard. He didn't know who his mother was at all, and he didn't know any of Beauxbaton's school director friends, not to mention that he and Fatil had never had an agreement in that regard, so it was fine as a joke, why did he take it seriously?

"Let's go, I'll take you to your alma mater to have a look."

said Don Quixote.

what? Hoffa was at a loss, alma mater.

His alma mater was Hogwarts anyway, and it would never turn into Beauxbatons. But he could only say such things in his heart, and he was still shouldering the task of asking for help entrusted to him by Dumbledore. He could only answer these people's strange words in silence, and did not refute.

Don Quixote drew his wand and sent a flare into the sky.

Then, a floating elevator fell from the towering courtyard wall. Several people walked into the suspended ladder one after another, and the girl who played music huddled with Hoffa. He was fine, but the necks of the two girls standing beside him were already red. She bit her lip, avoiding Hoffa's eyes, her body was trembling.

Hoffa looked at them in confusion, unable to understand why they were so excited.

As the elevator got higher and higher, over the towering courtyard wall, three huge arched castles appeared in front of Hoffa. Compared with Hogwarts, Beauxbaton's architectural style was much softer, and the color tone was also more subtle. Very warm, without the sharp and eerie texture of Hogwarts. It is golden and white, with many blue stripes dotted in the middle, like sweet cotton candy.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the fountain in front of the building. In the pool water, there is an eight-meter-high Pegasus sculpture. Those stone horses have wings, and they leap high and vividly.

The elevator went down slowly, and finally stopped near the ground. Don Quixote led Hoffa and his party down the elevator. He pointed to the fountain in front of him and asked Hoffa: "Do you know this fountain?" Is it?"

Hoffa shook his head.

"This fountain is called Perenal Fountain, and the owner who built it must be known to you."

"I know?"

"Two hundred years ago, Nicolas May and his wife funded the construction of this fountain and named it after his wife. What do you think?"

"It's spectacular," Hoffa said.

(He couldn't help thinking of the thundering voice he heard at Flamel's house, and Nicolas Flamel's mask of pain.)

At this time, a large number of students poured out from the castle. There were men and women. They rushed to the high platforms on both sides of the fountain, looked at the boy in black below, and screamed through the sky.

"Hoffa! Hoffa! Hoffa!!"

Students shouted his name, startling Hoffa.

He looked around in shock, not knowing what happened.

Don Quixote said: "We have heard about you, Hoffa, Thunderbird Animagus, the releaser of the legendary shield, Grindelwald's deadly enemy, we have been looking forward to the day you can come back here , look, they are all your admirers."

Listening to the screams, Hoffa broke out in cold sweat, with thorns on his back. The experience in the nightmare had already made him unwilling to bear such a great reputation. He just wanted to complete his mission, defeat Sylby, and then return to Aglaia and confess to her. But before that, he didn't want to attract anyone's attention, every extra attention would bring more shame and panic to him.

But Beauxbaton's students didn't want to do what Hoffa wanted. A fanatical girl rushed out from the crowd regardless of the obstruction, she rushed to Hoffa with a photo in her hand, and asked loudly: "Are you really Hoffa, why are you with the person in the photo?" no the same!?"

Hoffa shuddered as he looked at the photo in her hand.

There is more than one person in that photo.

"Hey! Bach, can you really become a Thunderbird?"

A boy waved at him excitedly from a high place: "Turn into a Thunderbird and show us, please!"

"Yes, yes! Hoffa, let's see the Thunderbirds!"

Of course Hoffa couldn't turn into a Thunderbird, the beast in him said he wasn't worthy of harnessing such a huge amount of energy. The fanatical shouts of these people made him feel ashamed, so he could only force himself to smile.

Fortunately, when the frenzy reached its peak, a tall figure rushed out of the castle and said loudly: "You guys are so brave, have you forgotten the principal's ban? Run outside one by one!? Hurry up! Go back, otherwise ten points will be deducted from one person!!"