The rest of the summer semester was spent in a dazzling sun.

Hogwarts has restored the peace of the past, and people don't have to worry every day. More importantly, this year's exam was cancelled, and the students were very happy about it - there was more leisure time.

But Maka's life is more compact.

At the end of the semester, he buried himself every day in the room where he was asked to do all kinds of research, and the topics he studied were more profound and mysterious.

For example, for the lineage transformation of the eight eyed giant spider, or for example, if you have nothing to do, you can "carry" Tom Riddle out and toss around.

Previously, Riddell's speech of "swallowing fear" and Dumbledore's sad past all gave Marca great inspiration.

He has a feeling that as long as the research continues in this direction, he can get the right solution.

So the rest may just be a matter of time.

Time passed quickly. In a twinkling of an eye, it was time for a holiday again.

To be honest, every holiday, Maka has a feeling of not knowing where to go.

When a person without a home faces the date of "going home", his lost "Sadness" is transformed into "loss".

But this summer vacation, someone has arranged a place for him.

……

London Heathrow International Airport.

"Miss brova, why did you suddenly invite me to your house?"

"Plant flowers."

“……”

Marca looked at her and found that Willie was still expressionless. Then he immediately gave up questioning.

No way, she said planting flowers, it must be planting flowers. Yes, there won't be any deep meaning in it.

Marca remembers that the housekeeper once said that Willie's home was in Boulevard in Paris. You know, it's a famous royal castle. Although it has become a scenic spot, if there is a wizard family living in it, the meaning will be very different.

What's more, the name of the castle is the same as Willie's last name.

After a period of flight, the plane landed smoothly on the runway of Paris Charles de Gaulle Airport.

Marca took her suitcase, helped Willie pick up her checked baggage, and then took the airport bus to the Loire River.

When he stood at the gate of brova fort, he immediately rushed to him with a unique breath.

This is a very strange castle building. Its main body is a square surrounded by four flanks.

Probably because of the different construction ages of each flank, they have different architectural styles in different periods, as well as Gothic architectural style, Renaissance architectural style and French classical architectural style.

Walking slowly among them often gives people the illusion of shuttling between different times.

As the pace advances, Willie takes Marca to a large spiral staircase.

"Here."

Said Willie, taking out her wand and knocking on the handrail of the stairs. Then, the whole staircase began to fade slowly from top to bottom, and became a translucent staircase like a dream.

But the Muggles around didn't seem to see the change of such scenes. They still acted as usual. Such changes didn't disturb anyone.

When the stairs changed, Willie took the lead to walk up the translucent stairs. Her back became lighter and lighter, and finally the whole person disappeared into Marca's sight.

He quickly followed up.

After Maka walked up the spiral stairs for several times, he came to a gate on the second floor. The door is open and you can see everything inside.

Willie was standing in the hall, and in front of her stood two maids who were saying something in French.

At the door, the old housekeeper looked at Maka with a smile.

"Distinguished guest, welcome to brova castle. I'll welcome you on behalf of my master." the old housekeeper smiled. "Thank you for taking care of my lady."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. housekeeper," said Marca politely. "Your English is still so good."

"You know, this is one of the abilities that a housekeeper must have." the old housekeeper blinked.

The servants of the Bulova family worked very quickly. They soon arranged a room for Maka to stay at any time. The room was large and the decoration was luxurious and frightening.

In this castle, there are lilies everywhere that highlight the badge of the French royal family. From this point alone, it can be predicted that the relationship between the broois family and the French royal family is by no means ordinary.

Looking out from the window of the room, you can vaguely see many Muggle virtual shadows, which are translucent. Here, Muggles and wizards are cleverly separated by a strange magic.

Maka looked at the window for a while and unconsciously immersed herself in thinking - which has almost become a habit of him. As long as you see some magical magic, you will unconsciously begin to think about the mystery.

"Dong Dong"

Suddenly, a slight knock on the door interrupted Maka's thoughts.

"Please come in," he said in a loud voice.

The door was gently pushed open and Willie came in.

"Plant flowers." she said directly.

"... OK." Maka had to nod.

Yes, I'm here to be a gardener for the brova family. He understands, very well

Marca thought Willie would take him to the flower bed or somewhere else, but Willie took him all the way to the top of a remote tower.

"Grow flowers here?" asked Marca.

"Mother is allergic to flowers." Willie said calmly.

Willie said it was a flower, so it must be a flower. But the flowers to be planted this time are not "flowers" in the general sense.

"Is this... Raphael dragon kiss?"

Raphael dragon kiss is a very strange plant. It always likes to grow high, and the means of cultivation is not complicated. But it is not generally difficult to blossom.

In other words, it's not an ordinary expense.

When the Raphael dragon kiss grows small green flower buds, it needs to be irrigated with dragon blood every day. As like as two peas, different kinds of dragon blood can make it blossom differently. Each flower is exactly the same as the dragon's mouth, and it even produces dragon breath.

However, the price of dragon blood has always been very expensive, with 12 gallons per vial. If it is irrigated with dragon blood, it will cost at least hundreds of kingarons a day. Count the time it takes for Raphael to kiss and blossom

If you don't prepare a golden gallon, you will never see the day it blooms.

"Yes, Raphael dragon kiss." Willie was still so calm. "I want to see what it looks like."

It is precisely because the flowering conditions of this plant are too harsh, and the rarity is maddening. But if you count the pharmaceutical value contained in the fruit of this plant, there is no magic potion master who is willing to spend tens of thousands of gold gallon to cultivate.

But its seeds are also precious. Can you buy them or not!

"It seems that it's right to accompany you to 'plant flowers' this time." Maka shook her head and said.

When Marca and Willie finished the things here, the sun had gradually set.

In the setting sun, they walked slowly on the square in the middle of the castle, and their shadows dragged long behind them.

At this time, the owner of the brova family had returned, and he met Maka quite formally.

"Welcome, Mr. McLean."

Willy's father, Eric brova, was a serious, thin, middle-aged man. He always looks so serious in formal clothes. Even if I was talking to my daughter, my tone still didn't change.

Although Mr. brova's appearance is very handsome and his temperament is very outstanding, like his daughter, it seems that he will never show any expression on his face.

But at least, he didn't have the explicit arrogance of Lucius Malfoy. Although he had been grimacing all the time, he didn't mean to be slighted in etiquette.

It can be seen that, in fact, he is quite concerned about his daughter's study in Britain.

At the grand dinner that night, Eric and Marca talked about Willie, while the party Willie just looked at them quietly. The scene was quite harmonious.

This dinner is really the best one Marca has eaten in years. Not to mention the stupid food of English Muggles, even the Hogwarts dinner didn't suit Maka very much.

But this meal of buluowa's family filled Maka's mouth.

Although he temporarily lost the pleasure of enjoying delicious food, his sense of taste did not follow.

At night, Maka sat at her desk in the guest room and opened her notebook again.

"The environment here is really good and suitable for some theoretical research."

He muttered a word casually and put it into various experimental data on his notebook.

……

Maka's life in buluowa's family is very nourishing. She has servants to take care of her daily life and meals. He doesn't have to worry about any trivial things in life.

But during this period, about one day in August, an unprecedented event happened in Britain - Sirius Black escaped from prison!

Almost all wizards know the name of this wizard prison in Britain.

It is located on an isolated island in the middle of the North Sea. Its original inhabitant was an evil wizard called "aestis". When he died, the building was discovered by the Ministry of magic and transformed into an officially controlled wizard prison.

In this famous prison, all the guards are indigenous dark creatures called Dementors. They are considered the ugliest things in the world. They feed on the happiness of other creatures, so they will make people close to them feel gloomy and desperate.

But in extreme cases, they will also suck the soul of creatures and turn them into a walking corpse. It can be said that no one would want to stay in this prison for even a quarter of an hour.

And this frightening famous wizard prison is called "Azkaban".