Chapter 263 Let the Gloves Fly for a While Longer

Now that people have seen her, it's hard for Furong to hide anymore. update the fastest

Without her going over, the boys and girls wearing their own wizard robes gathered around and chattered in French, which Maca could barely understand.

But Maca doesn't need to understand at all, he can understand when the boys look at him, he is obviously not very popular here.

Seeing that there were too many hostile gazes, he simply greeted Luna, and then led her to wander over to the hall wall covered with oil paintings.

But he wanted to leave, but they refused to let him go.

Maca caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying towards him from the corner of his eye, he pulled out his wand from his sleeve reflexively, and stopped it in mid-air with an obstacle spell.

"what?"

He turned around and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a white glove!

"Duel?" Maca said in astonishment, "...isn't it too vulgar? What era is this?"

This time he really made a mistake.

Nowadays, although dueling has almost disappeared in the Muggle world, it is still quite popular in the entire European magic world. Among them, the French magic world is the worst.

From family disputes to stolen goats, if there is a dispute, there will probably be a duel. If there is no dispute, maybe someone will create a dispute and there will be a duel.

Whenever a French wizard goes out, he may forget to take an umbrella in the rain, but he will never forget to put a pair of gloves in his pocket. And the difference between each duel is probably only whether the person throws a white glove or a black glove.

This is perhaps the biggest difference between Muggle duels and wizard duels.

Because the number of wizards has never been large, most people will only throw white gloves when dueling. In this case, duels generally do not have one party die.

Of course, if there is any deep hatred between the two, throwing out the black gloves and fighting to the death is the final result.

But dueling is so popular, in fact, it is also inseparable from the strict rules. One party throwing a glove at the other party is considered an invitation to a duel, but if the duel agreement is to be formally established, the invited party must pick up the glove with his own hands to count.

It's also because Maca practiced drawing his stick quickly when he had nothing to do, the impediment spell just now was subconsciously issued, and now the white glove is still floating slowly in mid-air in slow motion! Who knows when it will land?

Maca wasn't embarrassed, but the young man who threw the glove was extremely embarrassed right now.

Do you still want to fight with others? Looking at his reaction speed, and seeing his neat silent spell, he almost wanted to run over to get the gloves back, and then quietly leave as if nothing happened!

Maca didn't care about the embarrassment of the other party, he turned around and saw not only the white gloves, but also a smug smile flashing across Fu Rong's face.

Can he not understand this? He was taken advantage of by that Veela half-breed, using him as a shield for others!

"Forget about the duel! Miss Delacour and I have no special relationship, just friends."

Regardless of whether he could understand English or not, he casually picked up his wand, "floated" the white glove back, and landed firmly in front of the boy.

Seeing that the other party blushed and grabbed the glove, he turned around again, leaving the back of his head to Fu Rong.

"Luna, do you want to go shopping?"

Luna glanced curiously at Furong, her clear eyes seemed to have no distracting thoughts.

"Miss Delacour is staring at you!" She blinked, but changed the subject again, "Sir Cadogan said that he once defeated a Wye Wyvern in his lifetime, is that true?"

"Maybe!" Maca shrugged. "Who knows? Mr. Jazz is always blasphemy, always looking for a duel..."

The two chatted casually, and walked shoulder to shoulder further into the hall. There was a very strange oil painting hanging there, and they wanted to take a look together!

This night, after Maca and Luna informed Mr. Lovegood,

At the invitation of Madame Maxime, he stayed in the castle.

After dinner in the evening, Maca went back to his room and sat at the desk, opened his notes and began to write and draw again.

During the days when he came to France, he wandered around with Luna during the day, and at night he took the time to carefully study the various data and information obtained from the Monument of Bewitching.

Go to sleep when you are sleepy, and it will be a new day when you wake up. He has lived a very fulfilling life.

It was just the next day, when he woke up in bed in Beauxbaton Castle, packed up and planned to go to the dining room to taste Beauxbaton's breakfast, but he was blocked at the same place as yesterday.

This time, the flying white glove came straight to his forehead, and he tilted his head slightly, letting the glove brush past his ear and land on the marble floor behind him.

"What's going on? Isn't it over?"

The owner of this glove is not the embarrassed boy from yesterday, he is standing beside the glove owner right now! As for the owner of the glove, it was a black-robed young man with a gloomy complexion and a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

That's right, judging by the age of the owner of the glove, he might be a senior student of Beauxbatons.

"Pick up the gloves!" The black-robed youth said dryly in his poor English.

Maca tilted his head just now to avoid the glove flying straight at his head, but now he didn't move his head straight, but just tilted his head and looked at the other party.

"Didn't I say yesterday? Miss Delacour and I are just friends"

"Excuse!" The other party directly interrupted Maca, looked at him viciously and said, "Pursuing Miss Delacour is something every man would do! Unless you are not a man!"

The black-robed youth paused for a moment, then continued: "Are you afraid of a duel? Coward!"

"Tefle, that guy seems to be very strong..." the boy next to him carefully pulled the wizard robe of the young man in black, and said softly in French.

"Shut up!" The black-robed youth who was called Tyful by the boy gave him a cold look, and then switched to English and said loudly, "Accept my duel! If you are still a man!"

Maca straightened his head with a face full of pain, then pulled out his wand and picked it behind him, then quickly inserted it back into his sleeve. But he saw the white glove on the floor suddenly jump up, drawing an arc in the air, and landed in his hand accurately.

"Go find a witness, I'll wait for you in the restaurant..." He raised his legs and walked towards the restaurant without looking at the other party, but after walking a few steps, he turned around and added, "If I haven't seen you showing up with witnesses after breakfast, so I won't waste any more time waiting for you!"

After saying that, he turned around again and walked away at a leisurely pace.

For Maca, this duel is actually similar to waking up for morning exercises. Recently, because of being too idle, I have almost forgotten the habit of running around every day. This is not possible!

For a wizard, it is very necessary to have a strong body. At least for Maca, this is a matter of course.

Behind him, the black-robed youth Teffler stared at him, but it was hard to imagine that there would be such a student in Beauxbatons.

...

Beauxbaton's hall is not used as a restaurant. The two halls are separated by a wall, which is on the left side of the hall. Moreover, Beauxbaton's dining style is also different. Except for holding important banquets, he usually eats in the form of self-service.

"Beauxbaton is really rich! He is not afraid of wasting money at all..."

Now that the summer vacation has just started, there are almost no people in the restaurant. Except for a few professors who stayed at the school, there were not many people left, but there were still a lot of delicious food piled up on the plates at the dining area for visitors to choose from.

Maca took some food slowly, picked a dining table by the window, and then sat down to savor it carefully.

"Yes, it is indeed more delicious than the food at Hogwarts... Well, the pastry of this croissant is soft and soft, and it melts in your mouth..." He was a little regretful while eating, "It's a pity that the French don't like it. For meat in the morning, it would be perfect with a few slices of fried bacon…”

But when he was concentrating on enjoying the delicious French breakfast, Fu Rong dragged Luna into the restaurant and hurriedly looked around for a week.

When she saw Maca, she dragged Luna and ran over here.

"You agreed to Taifle's invitation to a duel? Why? Didn't you reject the duel with Dubois yesterday?" Fu Rong asked with a puzzled face, but she was not too anxious.

Having participated in the Triwizard Tournament, she has seen Maca's strength a little bit, and she is not at all worried that Maca will lose. It's just that Tai Fleur's family is not simple, and she is afraid that this will cause Maca to get into unnecessary trouble.

After all, those boys from yesterday were only from ordinary wizard families, but this Taifler has a different identity, and he will definitely take over as the Patriarch of the Taifler family in the future.

"Oh... yes! What's the matter?" Maka raised her head and looked at her strangely.

Speaking of which, this Miss Delacour personally brought this matter to him. Although he didn't care about it, and it was just a joke, but now Fleur's attitude has suddenly changed.

"The family background of that Tai Fleur is not simple, I'm worried..." Furong hesitated, and then continued, "I'm sorry, it's my fault, you and Luna are my guests... I shouldn't casually give You are looking for trouble."

When Maca heard this, he shrugged indifferently and said, "Don't worry, he's not the only family in France, and I don't come to France often, it's fine."

Then, he pointed to the food on the plate and said, "Have you had breakfast yet? The food in your school is so delicious that I want to get some more."

"Uh……"

Seeing that he didn't take it seriously at all, Furong saw that the incident had already happened, but she had no choice but to let it go.