Chapter 550 The Fat Young Master Who Was Late

"Master...Master? We've arrived, get out of the car!"

"Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon!"

When the guests and hosts in Beauxbatons had finished their lunch, a guest had just arrived at the castle vestibule. It was an ordinary black carriage pulled by Pegasus. The family crest on the carriage was a handful of khaki-colored gravel, which looked ordinary.

However, the coachman driving the carriage looked a little strange.

It can be seen that the driver was wearing a bowler hat of unknown age and an old tuxedo on his body. His chubby figure seemed to be as light as nothing.

In fact, this is also a matter of course, because he is a ghost that is translucent from top to bottom.

Ghosts are known to be incapable of touching entities, and they are. He looks like he is driving, but in fact he is just floating on the driver's seat, at best it can only be regarded as a show.

But at this moment, the Pegasus landed steadily on the ground, and that Mr. Phantom immediately floated down from the front seat, hanging danglingly by the door of the carriage.

"Master? Come down quickly! We must be late—"

I don't know what's going on in that carriage, since the beginning, there have been bangs and clangs in it, it sounds very lively.

"Wait! Oh - wait," there were a few more collisions inside, and the whole carriage shook slightly, "David, wait outside for a while, I'll be right here!"

Following these words, there was another crash, and it was obviously more intense than before. And among the jingling sounds at the beginning, more muffled sounds were mixed in, and the carriage shook several times violently.

It looked like someone was engaged in a close fight there!

"Uh...Master, do you need my help?" The fat Mr. Ghost called David seemed to be trying to express his concern.

But obviously, he was just a ghost, and he couldn't help much.

"No, there's no need—" Sure enough, the young master inside declined his kindness very tactfully, "I can do it myself, soon—immediately—that's now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage shook violently, and at the same time as the door was opened, a ball...ah no, a person rolled out of it and fell heavily on the ground.

It was a big fat man with flesh all over his body, and the suit of custom-made wizard robes, which were obviously enlarged and enlarged, was worn on him like a tights. Hmm... maybe it should be called a "slim fit"? Who knows!

"Oh—Master, are you alright?" The ghost Mr. David quickly floated to his side and asked with concern.

"Hmm... I think, it's all right."

The big chubby man struggled to get up from the ground, stretched out his hand and patted his belly. It's a pity, probably because there is too much flesh on his body, even if he wants to pat himself on the dust standing on his clothes, it is only enough to reach his belly.

"Master?" Our Mr. Ghost still seemed worried, "Are you really okay? Do you feel any pain? Last time you accidentally fell off the bed, but you broke an arm!"

"Hi! David, how old was I at that time! Wouldn't it be possible for a baby to break his arm if he fell on such a hard stone floor?" The big fat man shook his fleshy arm and said helplessly , "Well, it's inconvenient to see people so dirty, and when I go back, my little sister will blame me for embarrassing the family..."

While muttering, he took out a wand from the inside of his robe and nodded towards himself.

"Clean up."

A spell was spit out from his mouth smoothly, and pink soap bubbles floated all over his clothes. Soon, the "tight wizard robe" that had been covered with dust on the ground looked brand new again.

After he put away his wand again, he stretched out his palm and swung it vigorously.

"David, let's go!"

After that, he shook the fat all over his body,

Walking towards the main entrance of Beauxbatons step by step. The ghost David looked at the back of his fat young master who was leaving as soon as he said it, and thought that he had to catch up and give some instructions, so he hurriedly floated over.

After all, no matter what, they are already late, and they should try to keep a low profile for a while. Well, of course, just because of the young master's plump figure, it's hard not to be noticed.

What's more, the young master of my family has not been deeply involved in the world, and he has always acted a little bluff, so I don't know what kind of jokes will be made when he comes out to exercise this time!

With the reputation of the Hohenheim family at stake, David's burden on this trip was really heavy.

...

Just as the fat young man was coming in, in the Beauxbaton Auditorium, Madam Maxim's eyes were wandering left and right.

She knew that there was a guest who hadn't appeared yet. But because the identity of that guest is quite special, in order not to misunderstand other forces present, she must introduce it before everything starts.

She paused, then glanced at Mr. Akinbad, the president of the federation beside her, and cast a questioning look at him.

That guest was invited by Mr. Aginbad, and now that person doesn't show up, she naturally wants to find the president.

But Mr. Aginbad shook his head slightly.

"My old friend has trouble keeping track of time," he said softly, "but he did promise to come, and I think . . . maybe later?"

Mrs. Maxim said in her heart that she had already delayed the time a lot. If it was later, maybe she should go directly to today's dinner.

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was suddenly opened, and a student of Beauxbatons hurried to Madame Maxime, then tiptoed to her side and said something.

When Madam Maxim heard this, she was a little dazed.

"Are you sure it's a young man?" she reconfirmed.

The student nodded vigorously, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"I'm sure!" She pursed her lips and said, "It's just that he looks a little...um, a little big?"

"That must be Mr. Hohenheim's son," said the old wizard Akimbard, "I saw that child at his home."

"Okay! But even if that's the case..." Madam Maxim hesitated, "But why didn't Mr. Hohenheim come? Should I introduce his son grandly to everyone?"

"It can only be like this first." Mr. Aginbad is also a little helpless, "I think Mr. Hohenheim may be delayed because of something... After all, this time will be a grand meeting for alchemy researchers , as one of the pioneers of contemporary alchemy scholars, there is no reason for him not to come."

"Okay!" Madame Maxime nodded and said, "I will trouble you to send him a letter to ask about it afterwards... Well, let him come in!"

She said the last sentence to the Beauxbaton students who were waiting by the side.

Before the words were finished, when the student quickly walked through the auditorium and walked to the door, Mrs. Maxim coughed lightly.

"Well, I'm sorry, all the guests." She replied loudly, "There is another important guest who couldn't make it because of some important things, just because of his reputation and status in the global magic world, and in the subject of alchemy. I think I still have to give you a good introduction to the efforts I have made for most of my life—”

At this point, the door of the auditorium was opened again, and the first female student from Beauxbatons came in. The attention of the guests was swept away on the student, and then they all focused on the door that slowly opened.

Because of the light, everyone could only see a large shadow at first. After the visitor stepped into the auditorium, the guests at the scene realized that it was actually a person——that was a big fat man with a lot of weight!

"Oh, there are so many people here!" The big fat man seemed to be distracted by the eyes of everyone in the auditorium, but seeing his fat body tremble, he muttered in a low voice.

Everyone stared blankly at the fat young master who moved in, and even temporarily ignored the Mr. Ghost floating behind him.

But Madame Maxime did not stop her introduction.

"Everyone knows that in recent years, the influence of alchemy in our magic world has gradually declined. Except for Mr. Nick Flamel, other alchemists are not well-known." She said, "However, we should also know , These alchemists who are unknown to most people have not given up on this grand and esoteric subject. They are all immersed in research day and night, and have diligently brought a lot of contributions to the entire magic world."

She paused for a while, then glanced at the fat young man at the door, and then continued: "Mr. Hohenheim is the head of the Egyptian Alchemy Research Center. He has researched many very practical alchemy works in his life. Among them It includes the new inventions of some detective tools used by Aurors from various countries... Of course, it also includes the further improvement of the Floo powder we usually use."

"A few days ago, Mr. Akinbad sent him an invitation, proposing that he be the judge of the upcoming first modern international alchemy competition, and he readily agreed—"

Mrs. Maxim said, but emphasized: "Today, Mr. Hohenheim was unable to arrive here in time for a very important research project. But I believe that it is precisely because of his enthusiasm for alchemy. , which made him one of the leaders of contemporary alchemy."

"What everyone is seeing now is his son. During the time when Mr. Hohenheim has not arrived, his son will represent himself and express his great support for the grand alchemy event!"

During Mrs. Maxim's inspiring introduction, the fat young master looked around, and then suddenly shook his hand.

"No, no, the old man can't come!"