37: Beauxbatons and the Exchange Students

37: Beauxbatons and the Exchange Students

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Crossing the English Channel, the cruise ship traveled from Britain to France.

The Pyrenees.

This natural border between France and Spain was home to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, nestled in a mountainous landscape and magically constructed to create an idyllic haven.

If you asked British wizards which was the best magic school in the world, they would undoubtedly tell you it was Hogwarts.

If you were to ask a French wizard, they would tell you that the British are talking nonsense; Beauxbatons is the best magic school.

The magnificent and romantic castle is a French favorite, resembling a French palace, surrounded by magical gardens and fountains.

A gentl breeze might carry the songs of woodland fairies through the garden.

"Professor, why are we here?"

But despite all the eye-pleasing scenes, John asked, feeling somewhat depressed.

Dumbledore had said he would take him to meet Nicolas Flamel. Instead, upon arrival, they first went to the Paris Opera House to watch a touching opera, and then to a ladies' hat shop where Dumbledore bought himself a favored hat.

This was their third stop in France: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the French magic school.

Dumbledore smiled at John and said, "John, indeed, the pursuit of knowledge must never cease, but we are on vacation."

As they entered Beauxbatons' gates and walked through the garden, they encountered a tall woman who seemed like a female version of Hagrid.

"Dumbledore."

Olympe Maxime.

The current headmistress of Beauxbatons.

She had an olive complexion, large dark eyes that seemed to glisten, and her hair was tied back. She wore a black satin dress and adorned herself with luxurious opals.

She was like an oversized noblewoman.

She extended her hand, and Dumbledore naturally went forward to kiss the back of it.

Despite her large size, her demeanor was elegant.

"Madame Maxime, thank you very much for allowing my student to come here."

Dumbledore was already quite tall, but he looked very short next to Madame Maxime.

Hearing his words, Madame Maxime glanced down at John, who was standing nearby.

She spoke in English but with a slight French accent, "Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel is a patron of Beauxbatons. I could not refuse his request."

Dumbledore smiled, and it seemed they were speaking in code.

John was utterly confused by their exchange.

Madame Maxime then approached John. She looked at John's well-fitted suit and showed a hint of approval in her eyes.

"Now, you may need a little transformation."

She took out her wand and lightly tapped it on John.

In reality, John was also curious because he really saw a silver light shimmering around Fleur.

This girl seemed to possess some sort of other lineage, similar to how John had dragon blood.

"Ah! the name is John Wick. Just call me John," John said, extending his hand. Fleur, who also found the boy's appearance pleasing, felt a bit of an instant connection.

She gently shook his hand, a brief touch before pulling away.

John didn't have much time for further thoughts as his attention was drawn to the twelve enormous, winged horses.

"These are Abraxan horses, kept by Madame Maxime," Fleur explained to John.

John stared at the twelve horses, but his mind was preoccupied with a single thought.

'I need to find a way to get some materials from these horses.'

Upon entering the school, John was already eyeing the horses for resources.

If Madame Maxime knew she had let a wolf into her fold, even Nicolas Flamel's personal intervention wouldn't keep John in the school.

Dumbledore's words weighed heavily on John's mind, sparking an idea.

Hogwarts had the Room of Requirement.

As the counterpart to Hogwarts, it was highly likely that Beauxbatons had a similar place.

Given that Nicolas Flamel was a Beauxbatons board member and former student, John recalled Dumbledore mentioning he would take him to meet Flamel.

He didn't think Dumbledore would go back on his word. Either Nicolas Flamel was somewhere in Beauxbatons, or there was something related to him here.

Whichever it was, as an alchemy enthusiast, obtaining or seeing something related to Flamel would undoubtedly be highly beneficial.

With this thought in mind, John became more determined.

Switching to a new location for nighttime exploration wasn't a big deal—it wasn't as if he hadn't done it before.

So, he shyly approached Fleur, putting on a harmless smile, and asked, "Do you know if there's a restricted section or something similar here?"

Fleur couldn't understand the thought process of this little wizard from Britain. Why is he asking me about the restricted section?

This was Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts. They wouldn't have a restricted section just sitting around openly for little children from other schools.

As expected, John's answer was, "Yes, but you better not even think about it."

Alright! John thought, feeling like a foreigner in a strange land.

That night, he cast a Level 4 Disillusionment Charm and began his nocturnal explorations in Beauxbatons.

During that time, rumors of Beauxbatons being haunted spread.

In the middle of the night, there was always the sound of footsteps wandering, yet no one could see anything. Even the professors who investigated found nothing there.

Someone once saw a ghost lying on the ground looking for something near the Flamel Fountain. He looked as pale as a vampire who had been hung upside down for three days.

The sight frightened a Beauxbatons student so much that they hid in their dormitory for several days, filling their window with garlic.

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