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"You didn't expect that, Olim," he said briskly. "Your little plan has failed."
"What are you talking about..." Maxim said calmly: "Aren't these two children chatting happily?"
"Ha!" McPhail laughed strangely, but had no intention of exposing her.
"But you, Du Ge." Maxim glanced at him and said calmly, "Didn't you just say you were going to make some brain stimulants? Why are you still here?
I'm curious...are you sure you can still make that complicated potion now?"
Neither the Bafei Brain Refresher nor the Sobering Potion are simple potions. They take a long time to make and the process is complicated. Any problem in any step will cause the potion to go wrong.
Even wizards who often deal with potions cannot guarantee that they will succeed every time.
"As far as I know, you haven't touched the crucible for more than ten years." Maxim looked at him suspiciously.
"It's nine years!" McPhail corrected, "I was invited to that Potions Competition, and I was the one who presented the trophy to the champion!"
"Oh, yes, just that one time, and I never invited you again after that."
Maxim said calmly, "I still have the newspaper from that time. I praised the shimmer potion as a vitality tonic and even drank a sip of it at the end... Tsk, you really stole the show."
McPhail's face suddenly turned red, and he argued with his neck stiff, "I just saw that they were too nervous, so I did it on purpose... How can you say I'm admitting my mistake!"
Then came some difficult to understand words, such as "commonality of potions" and "lively atmosphere".
This time, the smile shifted back to Nico's face.
Watching old friends bickering was his second only hobby to watching opera. It would have been even more exciting if Dumbledore hadn't come this time.
On the other hand, Kyle and Furong were much more harmonious.
The two exchanged views on educational issues between different schools and made an initial commitment to make progress together.
To put it simply: we are not familiar with each other, there is nothing to talk about, and we can only talk about studying.
After chatting for a few words, Furong looked at Kyle's hand and asked curiously, "I wanted to ask you just now, why did you suddenly take out a box..."
"Uh... I'm used to it." Kyle put his hands behind his back nervously and shook his head repeatedly: "Don't get me wrong, this is just an ordinary box. I use it to store things."
"Habit?" Furong was even more confused.
Do people at Hogwarts still hold a box when they chat?
This was too strange, and she had never heard of it before.
"Oh, I mean... they are just some of my little hobbies, you don't have to worry about it."
Kyle became more nervous.
The main reason was that he had collected too many magical creatures at Hogwarts. When he thought of the magical baby just now, he couldn't help but take out the box.
Fortunately, the real box was with Dumbledore, and he only had an ordinary box in his hand, so other people shouldn't be able to see anything.
Besides, it would be really fun if he actually took Newt's box and stuffed Fleur in it.
By then, it would be difficult for him to leave Paris alive.
To ease the awkwardness, Kyle opened the box, grabbed a dozen candies from it and handed them over: "By the way, these are for you."
Furong took it subconsciously.
"candy?"
"Well, I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare any nice gifts."
Kyle said: "But these are the most popular candies at Hogwarts, and they taste very good."
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 243 A Different Maxim
Furong picked up a yellow candy and put it in her mouth, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"good to eat."
"That's Fizzy Bee Candy," Kyle said with a smile, "It's one of Honeydukes' best-selling candies. If you like it, I'll send you some more after school starts."
Furong was about to nod, but suddenly she thought of something and frowned, "Sorry, I didn't bring any gifts."
She came here with the intention of competing, so naturally she didn't think of bringing any gifts.
But she didn't expect Kyle to be so easy to get along with. Not only was he very humble, but he also took the initiative to give her gifts without being charmed.
This made Furong feel a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, we can make it up to you next time we meet." Kyle smiled and waved his hand, then calmly stuffed the box back into the bag.
"Well, if we meet again I will definitely make up for this gift."
Furong nodded. "And I will send you some French specialties after school starts. I'm sure you will like them."
……
The conversation and performance of the two were all seen by Maxim who was standing by.
She nodded slightly, and the smile that had disappeared gradually reappeared on her face.
As expected, he was still just a twelve year old, and even though he was able to resist Furong's special gift of seduction, he still got nervous after spending too much time with her.
Now, people are starting to give gifts.
Although I failed to take him back to Beauxbatons on the spot, it was still a good start.
Moreover, it would be terrible if this kid named Kyle really had no reaction at all.
There has never been a shortage of talented young wizards in the magical world, but it is rare to find those who are both talented and mentally mature.
She had been thinking that if the event could be successfully held, she might want to set an age limit or something to exclude Kyle.
Now that I think about it, there is no need to do this deliberately. Just let it go.
Seeing that the two had almost finished their conversation, Maxim no longer paid attention to McPhail who was chattering on the side.
She walked over and said with a deliberately stern face, “I didn’t expect Dumbledore to tell you all that.
It has never happened before that strictly confidential information is leaked to a student.”
"What's the matter?" Kyle blinked and asked in confusion.
Maxim stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Not bad, you have a good sense of confidentiality."
"Remember, that matter is still in the strict confidentiality stage. Just keep it to yourself. If it is leaked, it is likely to fail."
Kyle was even more confused.
But Maxim said to himself: "It seems that you also guessed that Furong would attend, so you said that you would meet again.
But you are right, Furong will definitely participate."
Kyle opened his mouth.
He really wanted to tell Maxim that he was just being polite.
It's like saying "I'll treat you to a meal later", which is a special way of conversation that is between truth and lie.
He had plenty of candies, and they weren't worth much, so why should he care about them?
But soon, Kyle realized what Maxim meant.
The Triwizard Tournament!
Keep it strictly confidential, Furong will definitely attend... This is the only way.
But doesn't the Triwizard Tournament start in two years? Why are we discussing it so early?
Kyle thought so, but his expression did not change at all.
Maxim lowered his head and complained unhappily, "It's all the fault of that coward Karkaroff. We were about to come to an agreement, but after hearing about what happened at Hogwarts, he was so scared that he hid away.
It’s just a wandering soul, what’s there to be afraid of? That food…”
"Olim!"
McPhail suddenly cried out, "There are children here!"
"I'm sorry..." Maxim was silent for a moment: "I just don't understand what Durmstrang was thinking to let such a coward be the headmaster."
"Karkaroff may have something important to tell you." McPhail thought for a moment and said, "Didn't he say that he wanted to take a child to try out for a professional Quidditch team?"
"Do you believe this?"
Maxim said disdainfully, "Even if that child is a Quidditch genius, is it worth it for a headmaster to personally send him to participate in the selection? And he went so far away...
When did Durmstrang take Quidditch so seriously? I always thought their brooms were used to sweep snow!"
“Maybe they have changed.”
"So we can only wait like this?" Maxim said angrily, "We have already agreed to hold it next year.
But now... who knows how long it will be delayed!"
"There's nothing we can do about it." McPhail shook his head. "Karkaroff represents Durmstrang. If he's absent, the matter will have to be put on hold for the time being."
"Ha..." Maxim sneered.
She was a little annoyed and took her anger out on McPhail, "Don't just stand there. Aren't you going to make the potion? I'm waiting to see your results!"
"I'm sorry, I suddenly don't want to..."
Before McPhail could finish his words, he found his feet suddenly left the ground.
Maxim grabbed him by the collar and carried him to the room behind the hall like a chicken.
"Wait, what are you doing? Don't pull me, let go, let go! I don't want to endure it anymore!"
McPhail struggled desperately, but the size difference was too great and he was eventually dragged into the small dark room.
Furong watched all this in amazement, her worldview shattered.
In the hearts of all Beauxbatons students, Ms. Maxime has always been synonymous with elegance and self-possession.
She never thought that this most perfect etiquette professor would behave so... rudely today.
"Don't be surprised, kid."
Nico finally put down the popcorn in his hand at this time, and said with a smile: “They are old friends, it is inevitable that they will indulge themselves a little when they are together, which is understandable.