Chapter 379 Arrival at Beauxbatons
"I'm sorry, but I have to bother you." A loud female voice came over, and the decibel level was indeed somewhat exciting.
The appearance of the female voice made the three people in the room unconsciously turn their eyes to the door.
With the creaking sound of the door being pushed open, a huge figure blocked the entire door.
It was a very big woman. Unsurprisingly, the person who came to greet Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel was naturally the person with the highest status in Beauxbatons, Madame Maxime.
Madame Maxime was a strong-willed French beauty with a very handsome olive face, a pair of big, dark, watery eyes, and a very pointed nose. Her hair was combed back and tied into a shiny bun at the base of her neck. She was wrapped in a black satin dress from head to toe, and many luxurious opals shone on her neck and thick fingers. Her feet were as big as a children's sled. Her voice was very low, and because of the influence of the French accent, she spoke English with a silent "H".
Fanlin remembered that he had heard Dumbledore say about Madame Maxime before: "She is a very good and talented headmaster, and she dances very well."
In fact, the magic world generally has prejudices against giants. In fact, she is a half-blood giant, and her size is about the same as Hagrid. As long as the wizards are not blind, they can naturally distinguish the origin of Madame Maxime.
If the size of a giant is hidden by magic, it is also possible, but neither Madame Maxime nor Hagrid is willing to hide their bodies.
On the contrary, Madame Maxime never cares about these.
According to Dumbledore, Madame Maxime is really excellent. It seems that the genes of ordinary wizards are stronger. At least Madame Maxime's magic level is also very high.
But this is not enough to support Madame Maxime to become the headmaster of Beauxbatons.
But after Fanlin met Nicolas Flamel, it was easy to draw a conclusion.
It can be seen that Nicolas Flamel likes Madame Maxime very much. From the name, it can be seen that he is talking about the girl Maxime.
"Oh, hello, Maxime, how are you doing recently?" Dumbledore said.
He walked up and kissed the back of Madame Maxime's hand.
"Not bad, Headmaster Dumbledore, it would have been better if you hadn't suddenly informed me to come over and sent a student to communicate." Madame Maxime said.
"Hello, Mr. Flamel." Madame Maxime politely performed a lady's etiquette, but just like a daughter treating her father, although they were not equal in size, she always gave Fanlin such an illusion.
"Hello, respected Madame Maxime." Fanlin stood up respectfully and performed a courtesy.
It must be said that beautiful and cute children can always arouse the welcome of women, even a female giant.
But even so, Madame Maxime still looked at Fanlin with a rather scrutinizing eye, which made Fanlin feel very strange.
"Excuse me, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, is this the person you picked?"
Hearing what Madame Maxime said, Fan Lin immediately understood why Madame Maxime looked at him with such scrutiny.
Not surprisingly, this is about the Goblet of Fire, and each warrior is basically selected by the headmasters.
Facts have proved that the headmasters' vision will not be wrong. The people selected are almost the warriors selected by the Goblet of Fire, except for Harry, who is a surprise.
Whether it is Diggory or Fleur, these people are undoubtedly the best students in their respective colleges, including Krum.
But Fan Lin felt very crazy when he thought that Krum would have improper thoughts about Hermione.
That brainless muscular man, perhaps his brain circuits have been completely filled with muscle fibers.
If Fan Lin were to duel with him, Fan Lin promised that he would go all out, and then...well, a little naive.
"Although he looks good, as far as I know, this little guy is only in the third grade. He is still so young. The competition is not a joke, Albus."
"Don't worry, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore said, "I believe in his strength. The final participation will be decided by the Goblet of Fire. We have no control over it."
"Then he comes..."
"I want to meet him, Maxime." Nicolas Flamel said, "This little guy brought me some very interesting questions. I must meet him to confirm."
"Okay, teacher." Madame Maxime said, she was still 100% convinced by Nicolas Flamel's words.
"This is a very interesting little guy. It happens that there will be a Goblet of Fire Triwizard Tournament next semester. This can be regarded as an early exchange. The strength of this little guy will not disappoint you."
"Is that so?" Madame Maxime said, she seemed to be thinking for a while.
"I think we can't let the welcoming team wait too long, right?" Dumbledore said, "Students still need to go to class, we can go to Flamel's alchemy room and sit for a while."
"Of course." Madame Maxime said, she walked out first, followed by Dumbledore and Vanlin, but Nicolas Flamel did not follow. Vanlin noticed that he seemed to have entered some kind of passage. It seemed that Flamel did not like this scene very much.
In fact, Dumbledore's decision was a bit hasty, and Beauxbatons did not prepare any specific welcoming ceremony. It was just that some young ladies in blue silk school uniforms lined the road in a French way to welcome him.
In fact, this Hogwarts was not much different. Fanlin noticed that many students of Beauxbatons were gathered in the corridors on both sides.
As for the greatest wizard of this century, almost everyone in the wizarding world had heard of Dumbledore, and they all wanted to see this legendary figure up close.
Such opportunities are rare. At least many students may only be able to see Dumbledore's slightly cartoon-like head on the card in their lifetime, and it is easy to disappear.
However, the scenery of Beauxbatons is still worthy of praise.
Unlike the dark style Hogwarts, the sky blue color makes Fanlin feel very comfortable, as if he has entered a dream castle, and there is also the fountain of alchemical products.
The legendary spring water with beauty effects, well, all this seems not so important to Fanlin. (To be continued)