Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

The temperature in Paris has not risen too high. Of course, it is generally not hot here. It’s just today, but it’s raining in the ground.

“This will make me think that we actually didn’t leave London at all.”

Needless to say, Luna’s father Lovegood came along with France, although it was said to come to visit old friends, but Marx would go to believe his ghosts.

At this time, the three are sheltering from the rain in a muggle cafe in Saint-Michel Square. By the way, you can enjoy the historical scenery of this old building.

Speaking of it, it is already very close to the Delacour home, crossing the Seine, the suburb of Giverny.

Marx leaned against the brown floor-to-ceiling window in the cafe, watching the tiny drops of rain slam on the glass, then squatting down and drawing a path of water marks on the glass window.

Perhaps it was because the rain came a little suddenly, and the passers-by on the streets were mostly in a hurry, passing by in the fine rain curtain.

Luna and her father seem to be very curious about everything in the muggle, and from time to time reach out and touch the table bell on the table – just Marx showed them how to use this gadget, you can see that they seem to like the crisp and sweet Ringtones.

“Occasionally, the sound of rain in Paris is not bad. It feels less sticky than London.”

Marx took a sip of coffee, laughed casually, and then deliberately picked up the milk jug and added a little more.

“…I thought that in this kind of environment, I could have a bit of bitterness,” he shrugged. “It seems that it is no different. It is not used to drinking.”

“Sweet is better than bitterness,” Luna said as he whispered. He also picked up the cup and tasted it. Even though he spit out his tongue, “…but it’s better than the first bitterness. After sweet.”

Marx has long been accustomed to the state of Luna, the sudden philosophical young girl style, and sometimes it really makes people get some good feelings.

His indifferent expression was nodded, and he put his gaze out of the window, and looked away from the pale gray sky.

The three people sat in this café for a long time, until they had used lunch, and they followed the wet streets that had already cleared up and went all the way to the southeast.

There are always some bright embellishments outside the shops on the side of the road, adding a little romance to France that is full of history.

If the muggle in Paris mentions the small town of Giverny in the suburbs, many people will think of the famous painter Claude Monet who created the Impressionist.

In this small town, Mr. Monet’s garden home is a beautiful scenery.

The Delacour home is on a hill just a short distance from the town of Giverny.

“…it should be right here.”

Marx looked at the colorful sea of ​​flowers in front of him, and couldn’t help but admire it.

The Delacour home is a two-story French mansion that looks ordinary, with pale yellow brick walls and bright brown red wooden doors, black under the eaves with a little rain and a low chimney on the roof.

All of this is drowned in a whole piece of luxuriant flowering branches, with a rich and fragrant breath assaults the senses.

If you ignore the little fairies flying between the leaves, I believe everyone will think that the only thing that lives here is a cozy muggle family that’s all.

Seeing Lovegood’s father and daughter are still immersed in the beauty of this small garden, Marx did not bother them, but walked to the door.

“笃笃笃”

He slammed the wooden door and heard the sound of the room. He took a step back and looked up at the eaves. There are also a few string of refined wind chimes hanging there, and as the breeze collides with each other, a burst of ringing sounds is heard.

“嘎吱-“

The door was pushed away from the inside, and Marx sighed and looked down. The first thing that caught the eye was a dazzling golden.

“Mr. MrLorne!”

It was the small Gabrielle that opened the door. When she saw Marx, she immediately showed a surprise smile. Marx noticed that the dazzling golden was just the rays of light that Gabrielle’s hair reflected in the clear sunshine after the rain.

Marx couldn’t help but look back and looked over Luna.

Yes, he still prefers Luna’s light golden long hair than the bright golden hair of Delacour’s sister. It is soft and delicate, and people want to let the gold flow through the fingers.

“elder sister – elder sister, Mr. McLorne is here!”

Gabrielle didn’t even think that let Marx enter the house first, then ran to the room, and the sound seemed to run upstairs.

Marx didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Standing in the same place, honestly waiting for the owner to come out – it would be quite rude to not enter the house, especially if he is the first time to be a guest.

Not long after, he heard a burst of French. Then, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

“Excuse me, are you Mr. McLorne?” She smiled softly. “Come on! I have heard from Fleur that my husband and I have visited this summer. Oh, yours. Didn’t the companion come?”

Marx hearing this, suddenly laughed, and then gave up a position to point to the back: “Sorry, take the liberty to visit, I am Marx McLorne. And, not only me and Luna – her father also came over It is.”

“Oh! Presumably you are Mrs. Delacour?” Mr. Lovegood had noticed this time. He turned around and then walked over to the side. “I am very happy to meet you – my name is Xenophilius. Lovegood. This is my daughter, Luna · Lovegood…”

As he said, he moved towards Luna, who was still lingering in the sea of ​​flowers, and repeatedly waved: “…Luna, come over and say hello.”

The dinner of the day was eaten at the Delacour home.

Fleur and Gabrielle’s father came home from work, and everyone was so busy, then Marx and Mr. Lovegood declined the warm invitation to stay at Delacour, and took Luna to the hotel in the town of Giverny for a night.

No way, the house of Delacour is not big, and the two males have a lot of inconveniences. It is better to stay at the hotel than to stay in their home.

In the next few days, the Fleur sisters took Marx and the others around and left countless laughter and memories on the beautiful Seine.

……

“This is just behind the mountain…”

Deep in the mountain range of the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French palace in the mountains. Surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built with magic, it shines in the sun.

Beauxbatons Castle has been here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history can not hide her embarrassment.

Whenever a guest arrives, there will always be a lot of praise for her beauty.

“…I have already mentioned it with Madam Maxime, she agreed that I will take you to the school during the summer vacation… Ok, that’s it! We should go down…”

Quiddich became popular in France in the 15 century, when the French wizard Malakley also created a drama related to Quiddich, “Aiya, I deformed my feet.”

Of course, that sounds interesting, but it doesn’t seem like a very serious work.

At this moment, they are riding the broomstick to the Beauxbatons Castle.

Like most other magic schools, the Beauxbatons Castle has also been solidified with a “non-plotted” magic, and without Fleur’s lead they cannot find the exact location of the castle.

Today Xenophilius did not follow the daughter, but as he said earlier, went to an old friend to meet. It seems that Marx may still be blaming him!

Right now, Fleur took Gabrielle, Marx with Luna, two brooms descending from the sky, and then steadily stopped at the gate of the Beauxbatons castle garden.

This castle is a bit smaller than Hogwarts, but from the outside, it is much better to sell.

Beauxbatons Castle is a typical classicist building. The standard three-stage treatment makes her silhouette neat and solemn, and the left and right symmetry is full of rational beauty.

In front of the main palace is a large French-style garden with unique style. The grass and the wood are all ingenious, and the whole is splendorous and majestic.

“I can see that your school is very rich!” Marx couldn’t help but vomit.

“Our alumnus, Mr. Flamel, had read books at Beauxbatons during his youth. Later, the Flamel couple also funded the castle and the venue for the school…” Fleur said with a hint of pride, suddenly pointing his finger at the huge fountain in the middle of the garden. “Oh! The fountain is named after them. It also has the function of repairing and beautifying!”

Marx’s face was stunned, and Luna followed him, flicking his eyes and looking around, a look of interest.

Just as they walked in the big garden for a moment, they heard the sound of the opposite side of the fountain seemingly coming through them through the sound of water.

“…you coward! You have to fight with me today! Otherwise you will take the initiative to drop out, understand!” A boy’s voice fell into Marx’s ear opposite the fountain, but he could not understand French.

“No, how is it possible! I… you must have got it wrong! I didn’t fight with you!” Another voice immediately approached, which seemed to be flustered. “Have you received my gloves? No. !”

“You…you are still not a man!” The boy just said angrily. “For the beautiful Miss Delacour, I am willing to pay my life, but what about you? You are not qualified to join the competition – you coward!”

“This…what are they talking about?”

Marx looked over and looked at the two students across the water and quarreled with each other. He couldn’t help but look at Fleur with a look, but found Fleur’s face with a hint of anger.

“…all of them are still on vacation, they are not willing to stop, and they know that they will come again the next day.” She couldn’t help but secretly whispered.