Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

In fact, this is not a weather suitable for outdoor play.

The temperature in Paris has not risen too high, and of course, it is generally not hot here.It's just today, but it's raining lightly.

"It makes me think that we never left London at all."

Needless to say, Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, also came to France with him. Although he said he came to look for old friends, how could Maca believe his nonsense.

At this moment, the three of them are taking shelter from the rain in a Muggle cafe in the Place Saint-Michel, and by the way, they can also enjoy the historical scenery of this area in the old architectural style.

Speaking of it, it's actually very close to Delacour's house, and across the Seine, it's the outskirts of the small town of Giverny.

Maca leaned against the brown floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe, watching the raindrops gently hit the glass, and then meandering down, drawing dim water marks on the glass window.

Perhaps because the rain came a bit suddenly, most passers-by on the street were walking in a hurry, walking quickly through the dense rain curtain.

Luna and her dad seem to be very curious about everything about Muggles. They stretch out their hands from time to time to touch the dinner bell on the table. Just now Maca showed them how to use this little gadget. They seemed to like the crispness. Pleasant ringtones.

"Occasionally listening to the sound of rain in Paris is also good, it feels a little less sticky than in London."

Maca took a sip of coffee, smiled casually, and then decisively picked up the milk jug and added more.

"...I thought that in this environment, you can taste a bit of bitterness," he shrugged, "but it doesn't seem to be different...the one who is not used to drinking is the one who is not used to drinking."

"Sweet is better than bitter," Luna said in a daze, she also took the cup and tasted it, and then stuck out her tongue gently, "...but I still prefer to start with sweetness and then bitterness. Sweet after bitter."

Maca has long been accustomed to Luna's state, and her sudden philosophical girly demeanor can really give people some good insights sometimes.

He nodded noncommitantly, then put his gaze out of the window, looking far away towards the pale gray sky.

The three of them sat in this cafe for a long time until they had lunch, and then they walked to the southeast along the damp street that had already cleared.

There are always some bright decorations outside the shops on the roadside, adding a bit of romance that belongs only to France to this historic road.

If you talk to the Muggles in Paris about the small town of Giverny on the outskirts of the city, many people will think of the famous painter Claude Monet who pioneered Impressionism.

In this small town, Mr. Monet's garden house is a beautiful landscape.

And Dracul’s house was on a small hill not far from the town of Giverny.

"...It should be right here."

Maca looked at the sea of ​​colorful flowers in front of him, and couldn't help but admire.

The Delacour’s house is a seemingly ordinary double-storey French-style house, with pale yellow brick walls and bright brown-red wooden doors. The black eaves are still slightly wet from the rain, and there is a low roof on the roof. chimney.

And all of this was submerged in a whole piece of luxuriant flowers and branches, and a rich and fragrant breath came over.

If you ignore the little fairies dancing among the flowers and leaves, I believe everyone will think that here is just a Muggle family living comfortably.

Seeing that Lovegood and his daughter were still immersed in the beauty of this small garden, Maca did not disturb them, but went to the door first.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Knocked on the wooden door lightly, and when someone in the room answered, he took a step back and looked up under the eaves.There are still a few delicate wind chimes hanging there, and as the breeze collides with each other, they emit relaxing bells.

"Crunch"

The door was pushed open from inside, and Maca lowered his head when he heard the sound. The first thing that caught his eye was a dazzling gold.

"Mr. McLean!"

Little Gabriel came out to open the door,

Maca couldn't help turning her head and glanced at Luna.

Yes, he still prefers Luna's long light blonde hair to the bright golden hair of Sister Delacour, which is soft and delicate and makes people want to let the flowing gold pass quietly between the fingers.

"Sister, sister, it is Mr. McLean here!"

Gabriel didn't even think that he should let Maca into the house first, so she ran into the house, listening to the sound, she seemed to be running upstairs.

Maca stood still in place dumbfounded, and it would be quite rude to wait honestly for the owner to come out and enter uninvitedly, especially this is his first time as a guest.

But before long, he heard a burst of French inside.Then, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. McLean?" She smiled gently, "Please come in! My husband and I have heard Fleur say that two distinguished guests will visit this summer...Oh, you Didn’t your companion come?"

When Maca heard this, he smiled awkwardly, and then gave up a position to point to the back: "Sorry, I'm taking the liberty to visit, I am Maca McLean. Moreover, it is not only me and Luna and her father. Come here together."

"Oh! You must be Mrs. Delacour?" Mr. Lovegood had already noticed now. He turned around, and then strode to this side hurriedly. "It's nice to see you. Xenophius Lovegood, this is my daughter, Luna Lovegood..."

As he was talking, he waved at Luna who was still lingering in the sea of ​​flowers: "... Luna, come over and say hello."

The dinner that day was eaten at Dracul’s house.

Fleur and Gabriel’s father came home from get off work, and everyone had a good time. Then Maca and Mr. Lovegood declined the warm invitation of the Dracul family to stay and took Luna to Giverny. Stayed at the hotel for one night.

No way, Dracul’s house is not big, and there are always various inconveniences for the two men staying in. Instead of staying in their house and crowding, it is better to go to the hotel.

In the next few days, the Furong sisters took Maca and others around to play, leaving countless laughs and memories on the beautiful Seine River.

...

"Here, right behind this mountain..."

In the depths of the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French palace in the mountains.It is surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built by magic, shining with moving light under the sun.

Boothbarton Castle has been here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history cannot hide her brilliance.

Whenever a guest arrives, she always praises her for her beauty.

"...I have mentioned it to Mrs. Maxim. She agreed that I will take you to the school during the summer vacation... Okay, that's it! We should go down..."

Quidditch had become popular in France in the 15th century. At that time, the French wizard Malekley also created a play related to Quidditch, "Oh, I Deformed My Foot."

Of course, it sounds interesting, but it doesn't seem like a serious work.

At this moment, they were coming to Boothbarton Castle on a flying broomstick.

Like most other magic schools, Boothbarton Castle has also been solidified with "unmarkable" magic. Without the leadership of Fleur, they would not be able to find the exact location of the castle.

Xenophylius did not get up with his daughter today, but went to meet with an old friend as he said earlier.It seems that Maca might be wrong to blame him!

Right now, Furong took Gabrielle, Maca and Luna, two broomsticks dropped from the sky, and then steadily stopped at the gate of Boothbarton Castle garden.

This castle is a little smaller than Hogwarts, but from the outside, it looks much better.

Boothbarton Castle is a typical classicist style building. The standard three-stage processing makes her outline neat and solemn, and its left-right symmetry is full of rational beauty.

In front of the main palace is a large French-style garden with a unique style. The plants and trees in it are ingenious, and the whole is magnificent.

"You can see that your school is very rich!" Maca couldn't help but complain.

"Our alumni, Mr. Nick Lemay, went to Busbarton to read when he was young. Later, the Lemay couple also funded the castle and the grounds for the school..." Fleur said with a hint of pride, and suddenly pointed his finger in the middle of the garden. Said the huge fountain, "Look! That fountain is named after them, and it also has the function of repairing and beautifying!"

Maca nodded suddenly, while Luna followed him, her eyes flashing and looking around, looking full of interest.

But just as they were walking in the big garden for a while, they heard a sound that seemed to be on the opposite side of the fountain, faintly coming to them through the sound of water.

"...You coward! You have to fight with me today! Otherwise, you will quit school, understand!" A young man's voice fell into Maca's ears across the fountain, but he could not understand French.

"No, how is it possible! I...you must have heard it wrong! I didn't fight you!" Another voice answered immediately, which seemed to be flustered, "Did you receive my gloves? Nothing. !"

"You...you are still not a man!" The boy said angrily, "I am willing to give my life for the beautiful Miss Delacour, but you? You are not qualified to join the competition for you coward!"

"This... what are they arguing about?"

Maca looked up and watched the two students quarreling with each other on the opposite side of the water mist. He couldn't help looking at Furong with a confused look, only to find that Furong had a trace of annoyance on her face.

"...I didn't want to stop after the holiday. I would come back another day if I knew it." She couldn't help muttering to herself.