Chapter 566

As far as the relationship is concerned, Mrs. maxim is definitely the one who has the closest relationship with the late Mr. Nicole LeMay except the old housekeeper Edward. It seems that this article alone will inevitably arouse everyone's suspicion, for fear that Mrs. maxim is ostensibly impartial, but covets the legacy behind her back.

But in this magical world, probably no one doesn't know Mrs. Maxim. Since she became headmaster of busbarton, school and students have been given priority in everything. In addition, she is dignified and fair in her daily life. There are many wizards who admire the headmistress from the bottom of her heart.

What's more, in order to avoid suspicion, Mrs. Maxim has long declared her position on the public event of the heritage. Because of this, she even gave everyone the right to the venue of the alchemy event.

To tell you the truth, if she hadn't taken the initiative to retreat, this is Mr. Nicole LeMay's alma mater. The venue of the competition is busbarton.

Many small and medium-sized forces dare not even think of such world-class events.

However, I'm afraid that what Mrs. Maxim has always shown is an illusion. When this great interest is in front of her, maybe it's the time for her to show her true face. Just think about it. Are there few planned changes in this world?

In the corridor, as the rumors pointing to Mrs. Maxim gradually spread, some people's eyes began to become different.

It can be seen from here that many strengths are obviously divided into two factions.

More than half of the Wizards chose to calmly be a bystander because they did not intend to wade into the muddy water deliberately disturbed too early; A small number of other wizards chose to follow the trend and try to stir the water more muddy, so that their own forces could find considerable benefits in the chaos.

Maka glanced at the crowd in time and came to a conclusion immediately.

Among the Wizards present, the forces that choose to watch are either weak or more inclined to hold alchemy events; The group that chooses to continue to increase chaos is the group that wants to make trouble next.

Only a few guys had not figured out the situation. They all looked around suspiciously and glanced at Mrs. Maxim from time to time. They looked different for a moment.

With a little analysis, we can know in advance which forces need his more attention. Why not do such good things?

When Maka quickly took back her eyes and looked at Mrs. maxim, the other party happened to glance at him. The implication is that Maka is somewhat clear.

It doesn't matter that she is suspected, because she didn't intend to get too involved in the matter. After deciding the ownership of the venue, she can sweep out all these forces in booth Barton.

The key is that at present, some people don't want the alchemy competition to be held safely. If possible, the other party may try any means to delay it or even destroy it.

After all, a game can lead to too many accidents. Who will benefit in the end? No one dares to say that he will laugh to the end until the result of the event comes out.

"Maybe some people don't want to make the inheritance public," Mrs. Maxim suddenly opened her mouth and listened to her calmly, "But I still think that since Mr. LeMay intends to entrust the heritage to the world, the magic circles of all countries should be qualified to participate in it. It doesn't matter if you doubt me. I just hope you can understand that this precious heritage belongs to everyone."

The implication of her words is so clear that any shrewd wizard can understand it.

Yes, if it is used by some people with intentions, perhaps most of the forces can get the result of distribution proportion, they will no longer exist.

Her words are obviously aimed at those forces that are not strong enough to compete with others. If more than half of the small and medium-sized forces can be united into a rope, even a few big forces will have to be measured.

In short, the only thing she wants to convey is: if you don't want to get nothing in the end, please support the holding of the alchemy contest!

Hearing Mrs. Maxim's quick response, Maka could not help nodding secretly - the headmistress had not been in vain for so many years.

Before long, while everyone was waiting, the French Ministry of magic finally sent someone over.

Unlike the British magic world, the busbarton School of magic and Wizardry has a good relationship with the French Ministry of magic and often supports each other in dealing with various matters. Although the current situation is still a little sensitive to this murder, it is very smooth because there are no secrets between the two.

Because this incident is very important, the Minister of the French Ministry of magic came in person.

Maka saw that it was a thin, tall, middle-aged wizard. His clothes were quite simple, but exquisite, but not luxurious. He seemed to be a down-to-earth figure.

Along with him, there was a French Auror team. Judging from its performance and strict compliance with the rules, it was quite in tune with the style of the minister.

A group of people from the Ministry of magic arrived together. After a few greetings with Mrs. maxim, they immediately began to work. The on-site exploration and the inquiry and evidence collection of the on-site exploration and the inquiry and evidence collection are organized and highly efficient.

Compared with them, the British Ministry of magic, which is a little moth in recent years, is quite dwarfed.

About ten minutes later, except that the wizard at the scene of the initial discovery of the body was left behind, everyone else was persuaded to disperse by the minister. Of course, Marca was among the people who left. It was time for breakfast. He took Fanny all the way to the auditorium of busbarton.

Along the way, many people were whispering about the gossip that suddenly appeared just now.

Although Mrs. Maxim handled it properly just now, the situation did not get worse on the spot. But Maka knew that the guy who stirred the muddy water had achieved the goal he wanted, and some bad influence would inevitably spread gradually in the next few days.

It's hard to say whether the holding of the alchemy competition is a good thing or a failure.

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Not to mention that the haze on Marca's side gradually deepened. At this time, Harry was worried about dating Ginny.

He didn't expect that the old man Slughorn seemed very talkative, but when he asked around the bush if he could reduce the homework burden on Valentine's day, the other party resolutely expressed regret.

Slughorn is a professor who used to work long before he quit his job. Although he is often out of tune about what a professor must adhere to, he still adheres to the correct principles.

The bald old man likes promising little wizards and takes collecting excellent students as his hobby. He has always been on the road of no return. To be honest, as a professor, he is still very reliable.

Harry's bad idea didn't succeed. Now walking in the corridor, he gradually calmed down.

In fact, because he had never noticed Ginny's mind in the past, now when he was touched by Ginny's understanding, he wanted to make compensation to the other party. Dating in Hogsmeade village is the most appropriate compensation he can think of right now.

Unfortunately, a fifth grader's study is still quite heavy. The o.w.ls exam is near. I'm afraid he can't leave a lot of homework to date. Maybe he doesn't care, but Ginny is likely to disagree with him. In that case, the purpose of his compensation to the other party will be greatly reduced.

Up to now, he has only one choice - rush his homework the night before Valentine's Day!

Harry hurried into the auditorium with a bitter face and determination. In the curious eyes of Ron and Hermione, he sat down at the Gryffindor table with a sad face.

"Harry, what the hell have you been doing?"

As soon as he sat down, Ron next to him asked in a low voice. Harry's hurried back and forth in the common room made him a ton of curiosity.

"... I'm going to find Professor Slughorn." Harry didn't want to say, but he couldn't help saying it when he found Ginny peeking here from the corner of his eye.

"Slughorn?" said Ron with a puzzled look. "Don't you hate that bald man? Why did you take the initiative to deliver it to the door this time?"

Hermione sitting opposite is obviously very strange. Ron asks questions here, and she pricks her ears over there. Although she carried a daily morning reading of the prophet daily in her hand, her mood was not in the above article.

"I'm going..." Harry looked a little annoyed. "I'm going to see if he can give me less homework. You know, the homework in potion class has always been big!"

"What?"

Before Ron could express his surprise, Hermione across the table had slammed down the newspaper and looked at Harry with a look at the flebber caterpillar.

"Harry, have you lost your mind?" she said strangely. "What the hell are you thinking?"

"No, it's not --" Harry waved his hand quickly. "I mean, it's just Valentine's Day homework. I'm going to Hogsmeade with Ginny... So much homework won't be able to accompany her all day, will it?"

"Oh," said Hermione with a startled look, "when did you become smart?"