377 Chapter 31, Difficult Task

That girl is more than three heads taller than the average person. She has very sharp eyebrows and looks very majestic.

After being reprimanded by the tall girl, the fanatical fans finally calmed down a bit. They backed away from the railing, still staring at Hoffa reluctantly. As if expecting him to perform a big change Thunderbird.

After the students dispersed, the tall woman came to Don Quixote and said very dissatisfied: "Professor, today is not the time for rehearsal, and the surrounding situation is already tense, just run out by yourself! If the principal finds out that you brought someone out."

"The larks don't stop singing because of fire, Olim."

Don Quixote interrupted her and said, "However, it's a good thing that you came to take those students away. This Hogwarts student is more popular than I imagined."

As he spoke, he pushed Hoffa to the side of the woman who was three heads taller than him, and introduced: "This is Hoffa, a legendary student at Hogwarts, and this is Olim, the best student at Beauxbatons." Prefect."

Hoffa opened his mouth in a daze. This figure is too iconic. There is no doubt that this is the future Principal Beauxbatons. Is he also about the same age as him?

"Is this Hofbach?"

And Olim stared at Hoffa intently. She curled her lips and snorted softly: "It doesn't look very special, neither handsome nor golden eyes."

When the girls around Don Quixote heard what she said, they pursed their lips unhappily, which clearly belittled their eyes.

Hoffa was relieved.

"Thank you very much."

He hurriedly raised his hand to thank him, he had heard an objective human speech after so long.

Olim was amused by his action, she covered her mouth and said, "It's good, you still have some self-knowledge, and you haven't been overwhelmed by Beauxbaton's enthusiasm."

Don Quixote said: "Olim, I still have something to take care of. You can take Hoffa around the school first and let him get acquainted with Beauxbaton. I'll see you at dinner."

"Uh, fine."

Olim probably didn't expect that she would do the task of welcoming guests. She arranged her school robe and hair to make herself look more dignified.

"Girls, let's go, we have to rehearse for the dinner party."

Don Quixote and the girls around him said.

Then he left the fountain with the group of Yingyingyanyan girls.

Olim looked at Don Quixote's back, and hummed dissatisfiedly: "Old slut."

After slandering the teacher, she bent down to look at Hoffa, stretched out her hand and said, "You are all here at school, so don't bring a sword, it will scare the students."

Hoffa thought for a while, and felt that the task was still important, so he put the cross sword in Olim's hand. Due to the giant blood, this girl is very tall, and Hoffa's cross sword is like a small dagger in her hand Same.

"You are also strange. I haven't heard of a wizard holding a sword for many years. Where is your wand?" Olim asked.

Hoffa thought his wand was busy playing with the world.

"It has a mind of its own," Hoffa said. "I can't control it."

Olim was taken aback, curled his lips, and muttered: "You can still talk so literaryly when you lose your wand. Ah, anyway, for a wizard like you, being able to become a Thunderbird is enough, and it doesn't matter whether you need a wand or not."

The two walked down the steps into Beauxbaton's main building. There were students everywhere. They sat around the courtyard reading books and practicing waving their wands. All kinds of tropical birds and cats were flying around in the teaching building. Even the walls Various gatherings and parties are also going on in the oil paintings.

Compared with the oil paintings of Hogwarts, the oil paintings here are more ostentatious and bold. There are many oil paintings of plump girls and young women who don't wear much clothes. When Hoffa passed by, they would put on charming poses and hook their fingers at Hoffa.

Hoffa, who is used to the strict rules under Dippet's rule, has never seen such a scene before, it's too artistic. He who couldn't accept it had no choice but to turn his head away. But there were also enthusiastic students on the other side. They looked at Hoffa in a black hunting suit, chirping excitedly and pointing. It's like a group of canaries bouncing around looking at night owls.

"What happened to the students in your school?"

After a group of students walked by, Hoffa asked with lingering fear: "I didn't do anything. Even if I did something, it was done in Hogwarts. Why do people from your school welcome me like this?" .”

Olim scratched his head, and said awkwardly: "Someone in our school wrote a novel using you as a template, which was passed on among the students, er, mainly girls."

Hoffa was shocked. He thought to himself that whoever is so full and idle has nothing to do, he is really alive, and if he writes the experience in the nightmare, he will not have to live.

Although Olim looked serious, when she mentioned this kind of thing, she also ignited the soul of gossip. She bent down and said in a low voice: "The story of you and that girl is spread everywhere among school girls, she Your family is the oldest family in our school, and the name of the Drasses family appears most often on our school's Quidditch cup. If you can be recognized by that girl, I think"

Hoffa's legs went limp, and he almost fell to the ground.

Olim quickly supported him: "What's wrong."

"Can you stop talking about that?" Hoffa squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot, it's all Grindelwald's fault, right?" Olim cheered up: "We believe in you, Hoffa, you can definitely defeat Grindelwald!"

Hoffa didn't answer, Olim may think that Aglea is dead, and Grindelwald killed her. But for Hoffa, he can no longer blame Grindelwald now. All he could blame was himself, and he could barely breathe with such guilt.

Fortunately, loud applause from the other side of the bustling Beauxbatons distracted him temporarily. Orim led Hoffa to the place where the students were applauding. Here, many students are walking around on the smooth ground on stilts. The students on the stilts wear all kinds of makeup, some are throwing balls, some are dancing, and some are breathing flames.

Whenever they made some difficult movements, the students below cheered and applauded to celebrate.

Hoffa had never seen this scene even in Hogwarts in peacetime. He looked at the students performing acrobatics and asked puzzledly, "What are they doing? Don't you have to go to class?"

Olim explained with a smile: "It's a coincidence that you came here. Three days later will be Beauxbaton's centennial celebration. It will only be held once every hundred years. On this day, many famous wizards will come to participate in the celebration. The students are currently Rehearsing for the school celebration."

Hoffa suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Nicolas May told him that he could go to him if he encountered any injustice in France. Presumably, he must have been invited for the school celebration, after all, he paid for the construction of the fountain outside.

"How is it?" Olim asked proudly, "Isn't it much more lively than Hogwarts?"

Thinking of the dilapidated and desolate Hogwarts, Hoffa couldn't help but darken his eyes. He asked: "Has Beauxbaton's magic power not declined?"

Olim: "It's a little better than Hogwarts. At the beginning of the magic decline, Principal Pierre took measures to completely close the school. All Beauxbaton's students were locked in the campus and were not allowed to go out. Looking back, this is indeed a wise decision, Hogwarts has declined to shame, and the wizarding world in other countries has also been greatly impacted, but Beauxbatons is still well preserved."

Hoffa was puzzled: "Did the magic ebb event really not affect Beauxbaton at all?"

Olim looked a little more serious, and she said: "There must be some, some young wizards have already shown symptoms of not being able to use their wands. They often lethargy, sleep in class, and sleep when they return to the common room, as if all the time I want to sleep. Every time I wake up from sleep, I feel like I have lost my soul, my magic power has been greatly damaged, and my personality has become gloomy and extreme."

Hoffa looked at the plants in the courtyard. Under the bustling scene, the magical plants in the courtyard had died quietly. It seems that the power of the God of Nightmare has not been blocked by Beauxbaton's school gate, and is still eroding every corner of the wizarding world.

"Excuse me, when can I see Principal Pierre?"

Hoffa asked immediately.

"Come on, Hoffa, take a stroll around the school first. Every night, Principal Pierre holds a banquet with the teachers and prefects. I think he will definitely invite you tonight."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could see the person in charge.

For the rest of the day, Hoffa followed Olim around the campus of Beauxbatons. This school is no smaller than Hogwarts, and the gorgeous decorations in many places are far better than Hogwarts. . Similarly, the students here are more enthusiastic than those in the UK, so enthusiastic that Hoffa can't stand it.

However, occasionally, he would also see some students dozing off in the corner, their eyes were foggy, their expressions were melancholy, and they looked like they were out of their minds, completely indifferent to what happened around them.

Every time Olim saw such students, he would yell at them to cheer them up, but this had no effect. As soon as Olim left, they dozed off again.

The existence of these people made Hoffa's nerves tense, and he dared not relax for a moment.

Finally, the time came to night, when the dark blue night shrouded Beauxbaton's castle. Orim took Hoffa to Beauxbaton's auditorium.

Unlike Hogwarts, Beauxbatons' Great Hall was not divided into four houses, with four long tables like theirs. Their restaurant is more like a mixture of a cafeteria and a large western restaurant. Students pick up their food and sit in different seats in twos and threes.

Likewise, students and teachers do not eat together, and students are in the cafeteria on the first floor. Olim took Hoffa to the second floor of the restaurant.

The decor here is so resplendent that even the most exclusive restaurants pale in comparison. After passing through several wizards and armors on duty, Olim brought Hoffa to a restaurant with a long golden table.

A lot of people had gathered in the restaurant. They were dressed in various styles, but the uniform standard was gorgeousness. Hoffa even saw a wizard with several bright feathers on his head, like a chicken. When he saw Hoffa coming, he jumped up excitedly, grabbed his hand, and chattered a lot at a very fast speed.

Hoffa didn't know him, so he could only smile and shake his hand.

Orim introduced him: "This is Beauxbaton's transfiguration teacher Langerak." She whispered in Hoffa's ear: "He's your fan, and he hasn't been able to become an Animagus until today. I am brooding."

The Transfiguration teacher probably asked a lot of questions about Transfiguration, but he spoke so fast that Hoffa couldn't hear a word. But out of politeness, he could only listen carefully from the sidelines, trying to distinguish the meaning of every word he said.

Fortunately, except for this extremely enthusiastic Transfiguration teacher, the attitude of the other teachers towards Hoffa is relatively cold. They looked at Hoffa cautiously, and when they looked at each other, they would quickly turn their heads away to avoid his gaze.

However, this is good news for Hoffa.

A Transfiguration teacher is enough for him.

Fortunately, Langerac's torment did not last too long. Soon, an old man slowly came to the hall with the help of Don Quixote. He was about the same age as Dumbledore, but much shorter. He had a white beard that curled upwards, combed his back hair meticulously, held a cane inlaid with sapphires in his hand, and his eyes sparkled. Is a very energetic man.

When Hoffa saw him, his eyes lit up, and he immediately apologized to Langerak and went up to him. Even if no one introduced him, from his temperament, he could tell at a glance that this was Beauxbaton's current principal——Jean Pierre.

Seeing Hoffa in a black hunting suit coming towards him, Pierre happily pushed Don Quixote away, opened his arms very happily, and said, "Ah, look, who is coming."

Along the way, Hoffa came to understand the enthusiasm of these French people. He hugged and kissed each other, and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Dear Principal."

"Look, it's indeed the person Fatier likes." Pierre said to the surrounding teachers: "Look, he is very polite and gentle."

Now, those indifferent teachers showed warm smiles, agreed with Pierre's words, and greeted Hoffa. Some young talents are speaking in their mouths, and their reputation is well-deserved.

Hoffa was not in the mood to be courteous to these people, he was full of Dumbledore's mission, and after seeing Pierre, he was even more eager to know his attitude.

"Come on, sit down."

Pierre pointed to a position for the deputy.

Hoffa was a little nervous. He didn't think he should be sitting in this position. But it was urgent, so he didn't make any excuses, and sat down in this position.

As soon as he sat down, he turned sideways and said in a low voice, "My lord, I have a letter from Mr. Dumbledore."

When Pierre heard this, he raised his eyebrows and didn't answer. He sat up straight and said to Don Quixote: "Let the elves serve the food. Our guest has traveled a long distance, so he must not be hungry. Let him have a good taste." Hometown food."

Don Quixote nodded gracefully, and then he clapped his hands. Immediately, a group of elves wearing maid dresses flew in from the air. Unlike the house elves at Hogwarts, Beauxbaton's elves looked like Very cute, with shiny wings on the back, very dreamy.

Soon, the elves filled the dining table. The golden tableware was lifted, revealing all kinds of food inside. Among them, only for appetizers are smoked silver carp, oysters, sole, fried foie gras, onion soup and so on. Not to mention the dinner that hasn't arrived yet.

"Come on, try it."

Pierre said enthusiastically.

Looking at the dazzling array of delicacies in front of him, Hoffa's scalp was really numb and he didn't dare to speak. What happened in the nightmare reminded him of the horror of these delicate foods all the time. But Pierre was watching him, and he couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, forcefully cut off a small piece of meat with a knife and fork, put it in his mouth, pretended to chew it, and swallowed it whole.

The taste in his throat made his nerves tense, he put down the tableware tremblingly, and exclaimed: "It's wonderful, I haven't eaten such delicious food for a long time."

"Hahaha, what did I say, the food in my hometown is always the most delicious."

The elf poured wine for everyone, and Pierre raised his glass: "Come on, let us welcome the return of the wanderers, and hope that every wizard blood outside can return to his due destination."

Pierre's proposal was supported by everyone, and everyone in the hall raised their glasses and echoed: "I hope that every wizard blood outside can return to his due destination."

After drinking a glass of wine, Hoffa's spirit has been tense to the extreme. These food and wine are extremely torture for him. All he wanted was to finish dinner quickly and talk to Pierre about something serious.

However, Pierre didn't have any intention of asking Hoffa why he came. He gracefully cut off a piece of foie gras and said, "Let's have some music, Don Quixote."

"Of course, sir."

Don Quixote clapped his hands again.

The elves brought a harp and played a moving and cheerful melody in the hall.

The melody fell into Hoffa's ears, and he felt that the seat was burning his ass. He thought again and again of Miranda's smile in the dream, that sweet but deadly kiss. Why is he so happy with those things?

But the fear he felt was enlivening the atmosphere in the hall at the moment, and with the exquisite food served one after another, the atmosphere of the banquet became more active. Beauxbatons' school executives talked about everything from astrology to Gringotts, from wand materials to the herbal business. From student grades to Quidditch competitions.

But he never mentioned Hoffa's purpose, which made Hoffa very anxious. Although they have to ask Hoffa a few questions from time to time, most of those questions are not painful, such as the feeling when transforming into a magical creature, such as the trick of casting spells without a wand.

But out of politeness, Hoffa still responded one by one, knowing everything.

After drinking for three rounds, Pierre's face was red after drinking, and he leaned on the chair, pointing with his cane, looking very happy. The other teachers also let go of their bodies, making all kinds of jokes non-stop.

Hoffa saw that he was finally comfortable serving the master, and the banquet was almost over. So he approached cautiously and asked, "Master Headmaster, look, can we talk about Hogwarts?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, Pierre, who was still smiling a second ago, immediately rolled his eyes, tapped his finger on the table, and said: "You should have come back to see it, Bach. Let me tell you, you Hogwarts was purely an accident. If you were in France back then, you would have received an invitation from Beauxbatons.

In the past two years, under the management of Dippet, that school can still take a look, but now you look. Hey, sometimes school leaders are too important. A wise decision can save a school or destroy it. Don’t you think so, Bach? "

"What the principal said is true." Hoffa quickly complimented.

"Hahahaha, but let me tell you, the prodigal son is not in exchange for money. You have suffered a lot outside these years. I heard that you left Hogwarts when you were in the third year. You must not have a diploma yet, right? .Bach, this is not acceptable. In the future, if you want to work and get promoted, this thing will get stuck in your neck.”

"I was young and ignorant, Headmaster."

Hoffa bowed his head and said humbly.

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay, it's a blessing in disguise." Pierre waved his hand generously: "Now that Hogwarts is gone, let me tell you, you can transfer to Beauxbatons. Come to your mother." School, right? Graduated from me successfully, and then settled in France. I think not only your mother's spirit in heaven will be pleased, but the Drasses family will also be happy for you."

Hoffa looked down, his eyes suddenly enlarged, and he clenched his fists on his knees.

"That's right, Hoffa, take the lead. If you can return to the place where you truly belong, there must be many wizards following suit." A female teacher with exquisite makeup echoed.

Hoffa looked up, looking directly at Pierre.

"Headmaster, Hogwarts has not disappeared." He said softly.

"Ah, just those few people, it's no different from disappearing. Don't look at me like this. I'm also very well informed. It's all about sooner or later. Are you right?" Pierre said indifferently.

Hoffa couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up, bowed deeply, and said, "Principal Pierre, I'm here to ask for help. The existence of Hogwarts is related to the survival of the wizarding world. Now, The root of the loss of magic power is entrenched in Hogwarts, we want to solve the problem of loss of magic power, but Hogwarts is seriously lacking in strength now, please ask the headmaster to send some reinforcements to help us."

silence.

The peaceful dining table just now fell into a deadly silence.

Some of Beauxbaton's teachers exchanged glances with each other.

Some people are in a trance and generally remain motionless.

Even the elf playing the music didn't move.

Only Don Quixote took a puff and exhaled a ring of smoke. Watching Hoffa amusedly.

Hoffa knew he was being rude, but he had no choice. Time did not allow him to enjoy fine food and listen to soft music here.

After an unknown amount of time, Jean-Pierre slowly picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

He said slowly, "Bach, do you know where the wizard's magic power comes from?"

"Please ask the principal to clarify."

Hoffa bowed and said.

"The magic of wizards comes from faith, from fantasy. If there is no fantasy, there is no faith. There will be no difference between wizards and Muggles. But fantasy is fragile, and so is faith.

Especially at this time, everything about Muggles is impacting human fantasies and beliefs all the time. At this time, the more open it is, the faster the magic power will disappear.

Look at the end of Hogwarts. After Dippet stepped down, Albus immediately adopted a series of pro-Muggle policies, which resulted in a large number of new cultures pouring into the wizarding world. What happened in the end? "

Pierre sneered: "If everyone knows that a wand is inferior to a gun, who would pick up a wand?

And at this time, you actually think that I, like Dumbledore, send my precious students to such a dangerous world?

No, of course not.

If my students become like Hogwarts students after leaving Beauxbatons, and even come against Beauxbatons, am I responsible for this? "

Hoffa looked at Pierre, his heart sank gradually.

"But Mr. Principal, even if you don't do anything, the magic power is still declining, and you won't feel it." Hoffa whispered.

"That's better than Hogwarts. It only took two years for Hogwarts to decline. At the rate of Beauxbaton's magic decline, we can survive for ten years." Pierre said carelessly: " Maybe the magic will come back in ten years, who knows."

"Even if magic miraculously returns after ten years, can you still recruit new students in these ten years?" Hoffa asked.

Pierre was taken aback by this question, then he paused his cane angrily, stood up, and said, "That's enough! Bach! For the sake of the Drasses family, I received you with the etiquette of Beauxbaton alumni , but don’t be ignorant. It is impossible for France to take any action against the outside world. Now Beauxbaton’s sky gate is absolutely not allowed to open. Olim.”

Olim stood up quickly.

"headmaster."

"Bach looks very tired, you can send him to rest." Pierre said unceremoniously.