379 Chapter 33, Alumni Association

For the next three days, Hoffa stayed in the tower and did not go out. Since he refused Pierre's request to join Beauxbatons, Pierre didn't show Hoffa a good look, and asked the elf to send the most ordinary Food was given to him, which probably looked like a piece of white bread and a glass of water.

He probably thought that this would make Hoffa feel bad, and knew what would happen if he rejected him. But Hoffa is almost thankful, if he is allowed to eat "hometown food" for three days in a row, I'm afraid he will go crazy on the spot.

Although the higher-ups have a cold attitude towards Hoffa, his popularity among ordinary students is still strangely high. Every day, a large number of fanatical fans surround his tower, making him afraid to go out.

He didn't know what was going on at Hogwarts. Sylby used the God of Nightmare to take away his power of time, but there was still no news about it. Such a peaceful atmosphere made him feel oppressed and horrified. .

After three days of walking on thin ice, this day finally came to Beauxbaton's school anniversary. It was dawn, and Hoffa came down from the tower early in the morning. He hoped to meet Nicolas May, because he still remembered that Nicolas May told him a few days ago that if he encountered something he couldn't handle in France, things, you can come to him.

No, Ginger is still old and hot, and LeMay had already guessed that Hoffa felt that he had hit a wall.

Because of the school celebration, Beauxbaton's walls were covered with garlands and ribbons, and shiny magic stars were hung everywhere. Hoffa also attended several Christmas parties at Hogwarts when he was young, but the overall atmosphere of Hogwarts was very mysterious and gloomy. Those decorations and ribbons hung on Hogwarts, somewhat subtlety of the skeleton bride. But Beauxbaton is different. The same decoration is hung on Beauxbaton's wall, and it becomes a colorful candle on a big cream cake, which is too sweet to be cloying.

When I came to Beauxbaton's hall, the hall was already full of seats. These seats were very beautifully decorated, but there were not many of them. It seemed that they were prepared for those famous distinguished guests.

Olim is directing the students to be busy here, moving the chairs around to make them look good. Seeing Hoffa approaching, she reached out to greet him and said good morning.

"This is a seat for well-known alumni. Hoffa, maybe you have to sit in it too." Olim said.

Hoffa was not interested in this at all. He asked, "Are these seats only arranged? What about the students? Do they participate in the school celebration?"

"Their seats are outside of me, and the auditorium can't accommodate so many people." Olim said: "Besides, they are also responsible for the welcome ceremony, band performances and the like."

So Hoffa came to the fountain square outside the auditorium. The place here is much more spacious than the outside, and the closed sky door can be seen from a distance. The students had built a wreath archway near the lift, with bands of music on both sides, and it looked like those famous alumni would enter Beauxbatons from the chair lift.

After confirming where Nicolas May would appear, Hoffa found a fountain chair in a corner and sat on it to observe carefully.

As time passed by, the number of people in the square gradually increased. The students all put on long gowns, held garlands and ribbons in their hands, and clapped and twisted beside the archway. The teachers also surrounded Principal Pierre and stood on the high platform of the fountain, waiting quietly.

At eight o'clock, a tall and handsome boy stood on the table next to him, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention. He said with a smile: "Now, let's invite the famous alumni, the ancient and noble French magic family, the representative of the Iris family that has lasted for hundreds of years, Duke Vincent Picoque to enter the venue! !"

Accompanied by the sound of drums and cheers, a tall middle-aged man in a luxurious robe descended slowly from the elevator on the courtyard wall. The man smiled and waved to the cheering crowd on both sides.

Beauxbaton's teachers went up to greet him, and shook hands with Duke Vincent.

After the Duke arrived, the boy sang again: "Next, let us welcome Ms. Zoe Robert, Beauxbaton's 608th graduate, famous alumnus, who served three times as the French Minister of Magic."

Cheers and applause as always.

A grey-haired grandmother walked down the elevator slowly with the support of several ladies, holding a small handbag. She tremblingly stretched out her hand to greet her surroundings. Several teachers hurriedly walked down the high platform under Pierre's instruction, and brought the The old woman helped her to the high platform, and kissed the principal Pierre face to face.

There was an endless stream of people coming to the school celebration, the handsome boy kept shouting, Hoffa sat on a chair and waited quietly, finally, after welcoming ten people. I just heard the boy sing: "Unexpectedly, the long-awaited legend will also come to attend Beauxbaton's school celebration. Next, let us welcome the greatest alchemist in history, the living fossil of the wizarding world, and one of Beauxbaton's school directors." One, the founder of Fountain Square, Nicole——LeMay!!"

Whistles and exclamations sounded again and again, and the drums kept beating.

A group of teachers exclaimed and looked at the principal Pierre. Pierre proudly stroked his beard, walked off the field with a cane, strode up to Nicolas, and kissed him passionately.

Hoffa looked at Nicolas May, who looked like a Rembrandt out of a painting in a very old and fancy gown with a collar. He was a different person from that plain old man in London.

If it's true that people rely on clothes and horses, Hoffa thought to himself, this old guy is quite capable in formal clothes. He followed suit and applauded. It turned out that Nicolas May was one of the school directors, no wonder Don Quixote said that before. Now Dumbledore's mission is in play. If Nicole May can speak for him, maybe Pierre can change his mind.

Surrounded by a group of teachers, Flamel came down to the high platform, shook hands and laughed with other guests.

Hoffa stood up from the bench, strolled up the steps, pushed away two wizards who were trying to stop him, came directly behind Nicolas, and patted him on the shoulder.

Nicolas May was shaking hands with Zoe, the former Minister of Magic. When he turned his head and saw Hoffa, he couldn't help being taken aback. Then he nodded apologetically to Zoe, "Sorry, I have something to do."

Zoe's ears are also bad, and she is still hilarious. On the other hand, Pierre saw Hoffa suddenly appearing to take Nicolomet away, with an uncertain expression on his face.

Hoffa took Nico Flamel away from the crowd, and Flamel asked, "Boy Bach, you were indeed sent here by Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Dumbledore asked me to persuade Pierre to send troops to Hogwarts." Hoffa said frankly, "Unfortunately, he didn't even read the letter."

"Pierre refused, which is not surprising."

Le May sighed: "Three major schools, now only it is the best preserved."

"What about your attitude, Flamel?" Hoffa asked.

"Albus also told me about this matter, and I have the same attitude as him. Now the magic world is fragile, and we must unite to boost people's confidence in magic."

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief, and asked, "Are you sure?"

Nicole May said in a low voice: "I have prepared a speech. We have discussed it. After Pierre finished speaking, it will be my turn to speak. I believe they will change their minds after listening to my speech."

Now Hoffa was completely relaxed. Dumbledore really found the wrong person. If he had known that Flamel was the school director, he would have directly asked him to complete this task. Let him make an extra trip, it's thankless, why bother.

Seeing Hoffa heaving a sigh of relief, Nicolas May patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, leave it to me. Look at your nervous breakdown, you don't look like a young man."

(Next, let us welcome Ms. Delfina Spencer, an ancient family from Andorra, the benefactor of Beauxbatons in the past, and the patriarch of the generous and wealthy Spencer family!)

LeMay was still comforting Hoffa: "I should eat and have fun. French girls are more enthusiastic than each other. If I were your age."

Shadows slid from the sky and covered Hoffa's face. It seemed that the sunny sky just now became cloudy in an instant.

Hoffa, who was chatting with Nicolas May, had a froze expression on his face.

He slowly walked out from Nicolas May, facing the archway full of flowers.

Amidst the warm applause and cheers from the students, a woman in a wheelchair was slowly pushed out. She smiled and nodded to the people around her. On her lap lay a wand and a crystal ball.

Hoffa's pupils shook violently, and his palms were numb due to the excessive shock.

Sylby was actually included in the invitation. Damn the leader of Beauxbatons, damn Pierre, he is crazy or a fool.

On the other side, Pierre was even giving a face-to-face kiss with Silby, as enthusiastic as ever.

Hoffa's heart plummeted, his brain spinning wildly. What is Sylby planning to do when he appears here at this moment?

Nicole May stood beside Hoffa with a pale face, "It's her, why did she come?"

"Flame, you saw it" Hoffa murmured.

"Um."

Nicolas nodded solemnly: "That woman in the wheelchair! She was the one who gave Chloe to Fatil."

"You may not know yet, Fatil was killed by him." Hoffa said softly, "I saw it with my own eyes."

Nicolas opened her mouth.

"You probably don't know that he planned the Hogwarts explosion four years ago." Hoffa whispered.

Nicolas was sweating on his brow, he could fit an egg into his mouth.

"Flame, it seems that the trip is coming to an end." Hoffa said.

"What?"

Hoffa's expression became grim: "You leave immediately and go to a safe place. Gather more people, the better. I'm afraid there will be a historic battle here."

Nicole May sucked in a breath of cold air, and the expression on the young man's face was palpitating.

"What about you, Hoffa, you don't know anyone here now, if I leave, who will help you?" Nicolas said worriedly.

Hoffa said blankly, "LeMay, no matter what happens to me today, you have to leave."

Nicolault was shocked, and he wanted to refute.

But Hoffa turned his head and looked straight into his eyes: "Flame, your existence is far more important than you think. If you make any mistakes here, the logic of my existence will disappear immediately, and nothing will happen later I can predict it. Now you are the only one who can't have an accident, go down and prepare."

Nicole May couldn't understand, he said unwillingly: "Bach, what are you talking about?"

"This is an order, Flamel."

Hoffa cut him off.

The calm words fell into Nicolas' ears, but they struck him like thunder, and he was stunned. The vague awe reappeared, as if some inexplicable magic connected him with the young man in front of him, making him unable to muster up the courage to oppose.

He raised his head after pondering for a moment, and said, "I will bring someone to wait for you at the station in the Pyrenees for twelve hours. If you don't come back by then, I will have to issue an obituary."

"Don't be crowed, Flamel," Hoffa said.

After making the decision, Nicolas May left the scene with the excuse of going to the toilet.

Hoffa stared intently at the woman in the wheelchair, while Sylby's gray eyeballs swept the venue calmly, locked on Hoffa in the corner, and showed a faint smile.

Hoffa's hairs exploded, as if he was facing an enemy.

boom! !

Accompanied by a violent gunshot.

Hoffa, who was extremely nervous, flicked his hand, and his palm turned into five sharp feather knives side by side.

But that was only the signal for the celebration to begin.

Pairs of Beauxbatons men and women came out of the castle hand in hand, forming a long chain, led by the leading male dance partner, running and dancing cheerfully and enthusiastically, passing through the hall, fountain, auditorium, corridor, and The students they met joined them one after another, and the number increased.

Sylby looked at Hoffa in a fighting state and couldn't help laughing.

Hoffa ran in front of the crowd, holding hands, wearing delicate and colorful dresses, twirling and jumping in the hall, like blooming flowers.

Hoffa seemed to have fallen into an invisible vortex, unable to advance or retreat.

Hato retracted and turned into fingers.

His face was livid.

Sylby was already leaning on the wheelchair, closing his eyes and shaking his head slightly, as if he was also immersed in such a lively atmosphere.

Play with flames, walk on stilts, tap dance.

A series of traditional projects is dizzying.

But Hoffa's eyes were empty, he couldn't see anything except the woman in the wheelchair. At this moment, he was calculating the success rate of going forward to assassinate Sylby immediately.

Time passed by quickly, and with Beauxbaton's ten o'clock bell echoing in the sky, the welcome ceremony ended, and well-known alumni entered the auditorium surrounded by Beauxbaton's teachers and students.

Hoffa followed the wheelchair like a magnet.

In the hall, the principal of Beauxbatons began to address the centennial celebration.

"Distinguished alumni and guests, welcome to Beauxbatons' tenth centennial celebration. More than ten years ago, since the German dark wizard Grindelwald launched a large-scale invasion of the European wizarding world, the wizarding world has been in a long-term crisis In turmoil and unrest. However, just last year, with the joint efforts of all European wizards, the dark wizard Grindelwald was expelled, and the world ushered in two years of peace. And in this great victory , we Beauxbatons and the wizards under Beauxbatons can be described as the greatest contributors. Now that the evil Germany has been sanctioned, we, representing justice, have passed through difficult times, but finally ushered in Hope and Dawn."

"...and it's all thanks to the spirit, our magic, that comes from this great school that comes from our culture, our history and our traditions, on this centennial , is the moment when our heritage is revealed.”

Pierre stood on the high platform and spoke enthusiastically.

The audience applauded continuously, and whenever Pierre paused, the gap would be filled with applause.

After a long calculation, Hoffa decided to take the initiative.

But before attacking.

Students must be let go.

The prefect Olim was applauding vigorously when suddenly, someone pulled her waist.

She turned her head and saw Hoffa with a serious face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Too many people gathered here, it's not safe." Hoffa said directly.

Olim was stunned for a moment, and then said unhappily: "It's not safe, what's not safe, Hoffa, please don't question our capabilities, our security work is very good."

"Do you remember the Titanic?" Hoffa said.

Olim looked slightly annoyed: "Hoffa, don't talk nonsense, how can that kind of Muggle ship be compared with our Beauxbatons, our school has a history of thousands of years."

Hoffa: "I don't mean to blame you, Olim, I just hope that, as a prefect, you can prepare some lifeboats. In case, I mean in case something happens. You should be prepared, this That's your job, isn't it?"

"Okay! You really are" Olim rolled his eyes helplessly: "All right, all right, what do you think I did wrong, I will fix it."

Hoffa: "There are too many students outside. If possible, I hope you can evacuate them."

Olim turned pale in shock: "What!? Are you crazy, Bach, our principal is giving a speech, you asked me to evacuate the students below, did you ask our principal to speak into the air, what if..."

"Olim! Time is running out."

Hoffa pleaded.

"No, no!" Olim waved his hands angrily, and said, "You are deliberately dismantling our principal's platform! I can't evacuate the students. If I listen to you today, I won't have to stay in France anymore."

(Pierre: Although the wizarding world is currently facing some minor problems that have caused some people and wizards to waver in their attitudes towards magic. But these problems are within my control. While other magic schools are sluggish Beauxbaton played a vital role at this time due to his consistent adherence to the principle of independence. Dear alumni and students, there is an opportunity in a crisis. If you can deal with this crisis skillfully, in the future, Beauxbaton will be able to The influence continues to expand in Europe and around the world. I think that if there is any place that can represent the future, then there is no doubt that it is - Beauxbatons!)

Accompanied by his passionate voice.

A huge blue tapestry of Pegasus rolled down the wall behind him.

Thunderous applause

Hoffa felt that his head was big, and the crisis was imminent, but if no one cooperated with him, no matter if he took the initiative to attack or defended passively, he would cause heavy losses. But today's wizarding world couldn't stand any more troubles, and he didn't want to see even bigger losses.

Suddenly, someone said: "Olim, be obedient."

Hoffa raised his head, and was surprised to see a middle-aged man in a white forked trench coat standing beside him, staring at the blue tapestry with a frozen expression.

"Olim, what Bach said is right. Sorrow is always exhausted. My organ can't play bright music today. If even art is sad, then reality cannot be as good as it can be seen."

He looked at the crowd applauding and said, "There must be something I didn't see, but my accordion did."

Olim, who didn't believe it at first, immediately changed his face when he heard Don Quixote's words: "My God, Tang Ji, even you think something is abnormal?"

"Of course, Olim, I never lie. Art never deceives," said Don Quixote.

Olim immediately grabbed Don Quixote's wrist, looked at Hoffa, and asked, "Then Hoffa, where do you think we should evacuate the students?"

Hoffa didn't expect that this flirtatious history of magic teacher would stand up and help him when he was almost desperate.

He hurriedly said: "The farther the better, no matter how bad it is, I have to move to the clouds outside. In short, I don't know what will happen. But you have to think about the worst, think about the worst, and then make preparations."

"good."

Olim agreed, and then she and Don Quixote left the venue.

In the center of the venue, Pierre's speech finally came to an end. He coughed twice and said, "Next, I would like to invite the famous wizard, the greatest alchemist ever, and Beauxbaton's good friend, Nicole Le May, come to give a congratulatory speech for our school anniversary."

Clap clap.

There was endless applause.

However, when the applause ended, no one stood up.

Everyone looked around in confusion, trying to find Nicolas.

But in the silence, Nicolas May disappeared.

Pierre frowned, his face a little ugly. He felt that he was not able to get off the stage, and Nicole May, who had made an appointment with him in advance, did not know where he went.

In the awkward silence, someone chuckled lightly.

"LeMay is old, and he may be in a toilet at this time and can't straighten up."

Everyone's eyes turned again, and they fell on the woman in the wheelchair.

I just heard her say in a slightly hoarse and magnetic voice: "Pierre Principal, LeMay may have to stay in the toilet for a while, everyone waits for his time, don't mind listening to me, I have a speech too , it's very short and won't waste much time."