Chapter 262 Let Go of that Inheritance!

"...Yeah! The inscriptions on the stone slabs glowed red, they looked like blood, but it scared me a lot! No matter how you look at it, it looks ominous! So I just disposed of those slates Lost……"

The old butler Edward said it seriously, and it sounds really attractive. Just judging from his calmness and composure just now, he is probably just looking for a topic to chat at the moment.

Maca listened absent-mindedly, smiling from time to time so as not to be rude, but his mind had already drifted elsewhere.

"...So, if the master hadn't passed away, I wouldn't need to be so distressed! The master has lived to be 665 years old in his life. Even if he had an heir when he was young, where can I find him now? Worrying about the pile of 'babies'!"

The old butler was still rambling on, but these few words made Maca's heart jump. Is Nicolome dead? You old man still worry about inheritance? You don't want me!

However, Edward's next sentence directly extinguished most of the heat in Maca's heart.

"... The will left by the master only allocated the property of the main house, but there was no mention of the things in the laboratories. No, I am here to make the last donation to my alma mater according to the will of the master. In fact, I would also like to hear your opinion, madam."

The laboratory of the most famous alchemy master in the world, is this valuable?

If you ask any wizard about this, you will get the same answer, of course it is valuable! The value is great!

However, the value is valuable, and those who know how to do it understand that a laboratory of a master alchemist cannot be entered casually.

The so-called alchemy is not just about refining gold or elixir of life.

The opportunities and dangers contained in the alchemy laboratory of Nicoleme, an old monster, are probably no less than a newly excavated Egyptian pyramid.

In the Egyptian magic world, in order to ponder a pyramid, wizards from the world's magic world participated. At the beginning of the establishment of the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, a semi-independent research department was established, and a large number of wizards and wizards studied and explored together.

Seeing that the old housekeeper revealed the real intention of coming to Beauxbatons in a roundabout way, Mrs. Maxim couldn't help being troubled, and Maca at the side showed a little complicated expression.

"The old man called me, obviously wanting to get more witnesses..."

Maca has been involved with Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and even Voldemort. Now that he sits here, no matter what Mrs. Maxim wants to do, she will be concerned about his existence.

"Hey! If I don't show up, he probably won't tell me about it!"

For the old butler Edward, since his late master had entrusted him to take care of the funeral, he must be careful.

For a sensitive legacy like the Alchemy Laboratory, it's fine if you don't deal with it. Once you want to deal with it, you have to pay attention to the reactions of various forces.

In fact, Nicole May didn't say nothing about his lab's approach. On the contrary, he even repeatedly told him to deliver all his alchemy achievements to the whole world.

Obviously, this friend of Dumbledore also has a "broad heart".

But regarding this matter, he has lived for 665 years without coming up with a stable idea, and now throwing this mess to the old housekeeper to ponder is actually equivalent to breaking the pot.

However, he, Nicole May, could dump this broken pot to his good old housekeeper, and then he would die as soon as he and his wife lay down on the bed.

But who can the old butler dump it on?

The loyal old butler Edward is sad! He was so worried that he would just think about it when he had nothing to do, he couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep well, and he almost imitated his master and used the "death escape technique" to throw the blame away.

When Beauxbaton came back this time, originally he just wanted to make a side note, to find out what Madame Maxime said. But he never thought that Maca's sudden visit made him make up his mind.

In Edward's view, throwing this broken jar to the three major magic schools in Europe to pick it up together, and then the principals of the three major magic schools will come forward to the global magic world. Wouldn't this be able to realize the owner's wish in a stable manner?

Right now, he threw this question lightly, and immediately felt relaxed all over, but Madam Maxime immediately became distressed.

If the three major schools of magic jointly brought this "big baby" to the surface, Dumbledore might not be able to shirk it in terms of personality and conduct, but if it is Karkaroff in Durmstrang...

Let’s not talk about whether he accepted it or shirked it. Once Karkaroff found out, wouldn’t he immediately intervene and muddy the water?

To be honest, although Mrs. Maxim is not a bad-hearted person, but such a big baby is right in front of her eyes, who would not be jealous of it!

Although this is a big trouble, it is also a big treasure! If it wasn't for Maca sitting next to her...

Thinking of this, Madam Maxim glanced at Maca, only to see that he was sitting on the sofa chair without turning his eyes, as if he hadn't heard the incident at all.

Maca even grinned when he noticed Madame Maxim looking over.

"This McLean...what does he mean? Could it be..." Mrs. Maxim thought for a while, but smiled bitterly to herself, "Hi! Although the strength of this little guy is hard to ignore, he is still a child after all. ...What kind of mind can a child have! I must be overthinking..."

After she thought so, she simply let go of some small thoughts and nodded to the old housekeeper.

"I will notify Hogwarts first to see if Albus has any considerations. After all, he and your master are good friends. I think I will definitely give you a good idea."

Seeing Mrs. Maxim's eyes flicker, Maca thought that her pretentious hint had already made Maxim understand, but who knew, they left the matter to Dumbledore in the blink of an eye.

"...At first I wanted to get some meat out of this pot, but in the end I might not even be able to drink the soup!"

Whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world, it is not so difficult for a student to get involved in this kind of thing, and he knows it very well in his heart.

The old butler Edward had this kind of consideration in mind, so he would take out this "little guy" who had a complicated identity but could not have any influence, as a witness.

But it is precisely because of this that Maca has the opportunity to get in touch with this matter first. It would be a strange thing to say that he has no idea in his heart!

It's just that recently, there are quite a lot of things on his head. Since the simplest method just now didn't work, he doesn't have the energy to toss about it.

"Throw it to Dumbledore, let's throw it to Dumbledore! I'd better settle the matter of Voldemort and the Bewitching Monument first..." Maca couldn't help thinking secretly.

But how did he know that although he could not take the initiative to contact some things, he might not be able to hit him on the head in the end...

...

After sitting in Beauxbaton's principal's office for a while, Maka and Luna walked out of the principal's office with Edward after Mrs. Maxime and the old housekeeper Edward continued to chat for a while.

"Mr. McLean, you are finally out!"

Maca had just stepped out of the principal's office when she saw little Gabriel waving in surprise and walking towards this side with her sister.

It seems that the Delacour sisters have been waiting in the corridor outside until now!

"Oh... sorry for keeping you waiting!" Maca said hastily, "Actually, you don't need to wait for us. It's fine for me and Luna to go shopping by myself later..."

"Then how can it work? And..." Furong was about to say something, but seeing that the old butler Edward was also nearby, she immediately changed the subject, "Oh! Mr. Edward, are you leaving now?"

Edward nodded with a smile, and said slowly: "Yes! There are still many things to deal with at home. I hope to see you again next time, beautiful Miss Delacour."

The two said their goodbyes, and Maca and Luna walked to the tower on the other side with Sister Delacour.

Yes, Beauxbaton Castle also has towers, but they are not only the same height, but also very symmetrically arranged on both sides of the main building, and the shape is much more refined than the Hogwarts towers.

If Hogwarts Castle is a rough and mysterious beauty, then Beauxbaton is the kind of dignified and delicate beauty like a princess.

The four walked down the tower and visited many places such as classrooms, laboratories and libraries. When they roughly visited half of Beauxbaton Castle, Maca found that they seemed to be back in the castle hall again.

Because the summer vacation has just entered, the castle looks empty, but there are still a few boys and girls who look like students gathered together in the hall, seeming to be discussing something.

The moment Furong stepped into the hall, she immediately stopped, subconsciously wanting to take Maca out of here.

"Why haven't those guys left yet? Let's go around quickly..."

This time, Furong invited Luna over for a small calculation. How could I let those annoying guys come over to make trouble?

But she was able to avoid it the previous time, but this time she couldn't.

"Furong! Hey...don't go!"

A boy glanced out of the corner of his eye and immediately noticed Fu Rong standing at the side door of the hall, who was about to turn around to avoid it, and he immediately yelled out.

When he shouted, the students around him naturally reacted immediately, so they turned around and looked this way.

"Who allowed you to call me by my name!" Fu Rong stomped her feet lightly, turned around angrily, and glared at the boy.

Girls with Veela bloodlines will make people admire them wherever they go, and girls with this bloodlines are usually beautiful.

Just now when she frowned and stared, the boy who was clearly pursuing her immediately seemed to have lost his soul, and his feet floated up.

Maca glanced at Fu Rong with a puzzled expression, thinking how could she not be affected at all?