Chapter 407： Maxim

After returning from Diagon Alley, Felix once again tried the monster statue in front of the principal's office with the patron saint. This time he was not stopped, and he saw Dumbledore.

Entering the office, the portraits of the principals on the wall snore in the frame, and Dumbledore is staring at the **** intently.

Felix heard Rita Skeeter’s voice in surprise. Her two-inch nails, which were painted as red as blood, flashed away in the meditation basin. She said in a sly voice: "My The book is about to be published."

Dumbledore murmured, "That's not a good idea... Felix?" He raised his head and said, messing with the silver substance in the **** with his wand, Rita Skeeter's face with her. The bright long nails disappeared together.

"Principal Dumbledore, you have been really busy these days, but I really didn't expect you to meet her." Felix said with a smile, "Do you think of an autobiography? If so, ask her for help. Not a good idea."

This was in response to Dumbledore's self-talk that he heard when he first came in.

Dumbledore was amused, his beard trembling vigorously. "There are many ways to leave traces, such as magical portraits, the memory of No.7 classroom, or even simply living in people's memory... but I think it should not include an autobiography."

Felix shrugged, fiddled with the silverware on the table with his fingers, watching it make a whirring noise and exhaling puffs of smoke.

"Are there any gains?"

"Ah, except for a few paragraphs that prove that Voldemort has been very bad since he was a child... there is not much information worth paying attention to. Besides, I went to the seaside cave you mentioned to stroll around. I have to say, Felix, You are so rude, I only found a ruin."

The two then talked about the Iron Armor Curse. Dumbledore showed some interest, but soon he looked a little tired, and Felix took the initiative to say goodbye.

"If you can, pay more attention to Mrs. Maxim, Felix." Dumbledore said behind him.

Felix frowned. "Is she suspicious?"

"No, of course not," Dumbledore said softly, "I believe she will not become Voldemort's minion. What I care about is whether she can be our friend..." He said with some trouble, "Hagrid has been here recently. She ate closed doors in front of her."

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When I saw Hagrid again, it was already the end of the month.

As December approaches, the weather is getting colder and colder, especially when there was a sleet last night. Mottled blue ice crystals were everywhere on the ground. The students wore thick cloaks and struggled through the courtyard.

Felix followed the crowd and came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Boothbarton’s carriage was in the distance. A few students on the side of the carriage looked around. They turned into a transparent ice slide, sliding down from a height, not far from them. , Is Hagrid's Lodge.

A witch wearing a scarf sat quietly beside the carriage, holding a golden egg in her arms. When she saw Felix, she ran over happily.

"Professor Haipu!"

"Miss Delacour?" Felix asked, glancing at a strand of silver hair that emerged from under the scarf.

"It's me," Fleur opened her scarf and smiled sweetly. "Mrs. Maxim is waiting for you."

The carriage is not crowded, it looks like a mobile hotel, with a dozen spacious rooms separated from the inside, and in the center is the living room similar to the college lounge. It is warm like spring, and the decorations inside are all characteristic of Busbarton. In addition to large clusters of pink and blue flowers, he also saw a magic fountain with a splash of icy blue water mist. Aromatherapy smell.

Fleur led him through a door painted with the Boothbarton logo and came to the restaurant in the carriage. Mrs. Maxim was having a meal. She wiped her mouth with a blue napkin and waved: "Please sit down, Felic S... Fleur, come together."

Furong sat at the dining table obediently to eat, tucked her shiny silver hair to the left, while listening to the conversation between them.

Felix thanked him, and through the round window you could see Hagrid's burly figure walking back and forth in front of the pumpkin patch, giving a class to a group of students.

"It's really weird, why would anyone like that stuff... it's called a scorpion or something?" Madam Maxim snorted from her nostril, and gestured with a blue one that was several times larger than Felix's hand. The colored fork pointed to the blurry scenery in the distance.

"Fried snails." Felix said. He picked up a piece of seafood for himself. He guessed it was a stock brought from France, because he had never seen this kind of fish, but the quantity was very small. The soup was paired with black lake. I don’t know if Hogwarts offered to provide the fish, or the students of Busbarton caught it.

Mrs. Maxim appeared absent-minded, and said with little interest: "I am not interested in magical animals."

"I happen to know a fantastic animal expert, oh, not Hagrid, but another, Mr. Newt Scamander." Felix said: "He has retired, but the story of his youth is wonderful , I talked a lot with him."

In fact, he had talked with Newt's memory in classroom 7, and Felix only recently discovered that he has a unique advantage in relation to these memories.

Although the memory is like a person, it is not a person anymore, but more like a ghost. The most intuitive difference is that they have no sense of taste and can only recall the food they have eaten. It just so happens that Felix can pull out a big meal from his mind-ghost and memory exclusive. After many years, Newt missed everything in the Hogwarts kitchen, and Felix learned a lot of interesting information.

For example, how he was fired.

Felix talked about Newt's adventures. Unlike the story of "The Wizard of Dragon Quest" that Mrs. Maxim and Fleur usually hear, Newt’s experience is full of understanding and love for these magical animals-he rarely uses violent means to deal with them, but Do his best to make friends with these magical animals.

"Anyway, he rescued the poor Thunderbird from the Egyptian dealer, and then sent it back to the United States..."

"Mr. Scamander has a heart of gold, and the feelings of animals are more sincere. I am narrow." Mrs. Maxim said emotionally, and the big glass of gin in front of her had bottomed out.

"What about after?" Furong asked.

"I don't know," Felix opened his hand. "It may be a romantic love story afterwards. He met a lady. I guess they should be playing a game of using a meat ball to throw the moon together. ?"

Then he talked about the current situation of the French werewolves through a conversation.

"I know what you're talking aboutMrs. Maxime answered, "Which is a great invention, our Ministry of Magic imported a batch, and to be honest, it's a bit expensive... so The minister is talking with this side, hoping to buy the formula of the medicine. "

She was a little dissatisfied and said: "Your minister is like a shrewd businessman, asking us for a lot of good things."

"He still doesn't respect Madam Maxim!" Fleur said sharply.

Felix looked over, and Mrs. Maxim shook her head slightly, her eyes flushed uncontrollably, making him wonder what Fudge had said, or what he had shown. But he wisely did not ask.

Next, the three people at the table ate silently, and Mrs. Maxim glanced at Hagrid's pumpkin patch again. A cluster of sparks spewed from the tail of a huge snail in the distance, pulling the student forward and slamming forward, dragging it forward in the snow.

"Ouch!" Mrs. Maxim laughed.

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