The Enchanted Garden is said to be located somewhere in Europe.
In order to prevent poachers and some greedy people from destroying and looting the magical gardens, the International Confederation of Wizards hid the magical gardens several centuries ago.
Most wizards have no idea that such a place exists, let alone the exact location of a magical garden.
Today, magic gardens are only known among pharmacists and herbalists.
Therefore, it is naturally impossible for the Hogwarts Thestrals to go directly to the magical gardens. Their destination is Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France.
As per past practice, the school teams participating in the Magic School Potions Championship will gather at a temporary base, and then use the portkey together to go to the magic garden.
Yes, to access the Enchanted Gardens, you must use a special portkey.
Just like the Azkaban prison in the UK, its purpose is to prevent other wizards from knowing the exact location of the magical garden.
However, many wizards have speculated that the magic garden is in France or in the forest near France, but that group of greedy people have searched the whole of France and the surrounding forests together and still found no trace of the magic garden.
Professor Slughorn told the two of them all this information. Naturally, he didn't know the exact location either. It was said that the wizards who knew about it were all "Unspoken Men" who had sworn to protect the magical gardens.
However, Albert felt that Hertog Dagworth should know the exact location of the magic garden, or be able to go to the magic garden at any time, which was a certain privilege of the Potions Master.
The Thestrals arrived in France at dusk, and the sky was dyed red by the sunset. The Thestrals flew towards the Pyrenees Mountains, the border between France and Spain. Looking down from the carriage window, we could see a beautiful French palace in the mountains: Beauxbatons Castle.
Of course, if you are a Muggle, you can only see a fog when passing by here.
Beauxbatons Castle, like Hogwarts, is protected by countless magic. This beautiful castle is surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built with magic. Under the astonished gaze of Professor Slughorn, Albert took out a camera from his seamless stretch bag and took a few photos of the French palace below.
The carriage began to tilt downward, and the Thestral carriage landed on the outermost lawn.
There was no warm welcome ceremony, nor any enthusiastic French girls. There were only two people to greet them, one of whom was a very tall woman, as tall as Hagrid. Albert recognized her at a glance and she should be Olympe Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Magic in France.
Hagrid stared at Olympe Maxime in a trance, then seemed to think of something and hurried over to open the carriage door.
"I thought Dumbledore would lead the team."
When Madame Maxime saw the fat old man coming out of the carriage, she raised her eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised and puzzled.
Professor Slughorn was a little confused. He didn't understand French, but it didn't matter. Dumbledore had told him that Albert could understand it, so... He looked at Albert, waiting for him to translate for him.
There are very few wizards like Dumbledore who can understand languages of various countries.
"There's some trouble at school, and Dumbledore can't get away." Slughorn smiled and kissed the back of the other's hand.
Maxim didn't care. He looked at Albert who got off the carriage and interpreted for them. There was no change of emotion on his face, but his eyes still lingered on Albert for a moment.
"Karkaroff is here and they are resting. Come with me!" Madame Maxime led a group of people to a remote area outside the school, where a tent was set up.
Yes, a tent.
There was no welcome ceremony, no welcome banquet, just a small tent!
That’s right, this is just a temporary gathering place.
There is a lot of space inside the tent. In the middle there is a table that can accommodate more than a dozen people for dining. There are some sofas on both sides, but they are far apart from each other.
Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang Academy, was talking to his students. After hearing footsteps, everyone in the tent looked towards the door.
"Let's sit down and have our meal first. We were originally supposed to go to the magic garden for dinner, but when I received the portkey, I was told that we would have to arrive at nine o'clock in the evening." After Madame Maxime finished speaking, a group of house-elves served them a sumptuous French meal.
There were eleven people at the table, with three people from Durmstrang Academy and Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry each. There were only two people from Hogwarts who seemed out of place, and one of them was also a part-time translator, which made the girls in the tent look at him with scrutiny.
Handsome, cool, gentle and peaceful, he makes people feel comfortable. In addition, Albert is the International Wizard Chess Champion of this session, so he attracts the attention of the girls present, who are all secretly looking at him.
Who doesn’t like handsome guys
Even if it's not yours, at least it's pleasing to the eye.
While everyone was having dinner, Albert noticed a beautiful girl in a light blue silk robe waving at him, and two boys from Durmstrang Academy who had been staring at her followed her line of sight and cast unfriendly glances at Albert.
Albert didn't care about the hostility. After all, they were all opponents. It was just that these two guys were too stupid to be affected by each other's charm.
"You know a lot of pretty girls?"
Isobel's voice rang in Albert's ears.
"We met each other once at Mr. Delacour's wedding. He should be a relative of Miss Louise." Albert said without hesitation. The beautiful French girl obviously had Veela ancestry.
"I didn't expect you to still remember it."
Isobel's smiling face made Albert suddenly regret answering this question. He should have pretended that he didn't know her.
"Her name is Alice, and it seems like she stole Louise's boyfriend." Albert said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"You're in big trouble!"
Isobel looked up at Miss Alice, and their eyes met in mid-air, almost creating sparks.
Isobel simply nodded slightly at the other party and looked away.
With just one glance, Isobel could see through the other person's little thoughts. She knew Alice's sinister intention to seduce Albert.
Isobel thought it was quite interesting. She didn't think the woman would succeed, and Albert could definitely guess that. However, if she didn't plan to help prevent this trouble, she should let Albert know that people's hearts are sinister, so that he wouldn't use his charm to seduce beautiful girls everywhere.
snort!
It was not as if she didn't notice that the girls in the tent were all secretly looking at Albert.
It was not until after dinner that Albert found out what trouble Isobel was talking about.
Two beautiful girls from Beauxbatons School of Magic came over to talk to Albert and, with a smile, invited him to visit Beauxbatons School of Magic.
When Albert saw Alice's charming smile, he even lost his mind for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, nodded in agreement, and suggested that everyone go together.
The charming smile on Alice's face gradually froze.
Everyone thought Albert's suggestion was a good one. They still had to wait here for a few hours anyway, and Madame Maxime did not object. She asked her students to take the others around and let them appreciate the scenery of Beauxbatons School of Magic.
"My name is Mary. Louise once mentioned you in a letter. She said you would definitely participate in the competition and give Alice a hard time."
Another French girl sneaked over to talk to Albert while Alice was bewitching the two Durmstrang boys.
"Maybe I already have a girlfriend." Albert said tactfully.
"I know, I didn't mean anything else."
Mary's expression became more and more strange. She glanced at Isobel and warned, "You'd better be careful of Alice's charm. That woman is best at using her charm to seduce other boys, bewitching them and then abandoning them."
“I have faith in Albert.”
"You speak French so fluently."
"Thanks."
Everyone walked around the school and saw the fountain that was built with the money paid for by the Flamel couple. The statues on the fountain were of the young Flamel couple, and it was named after them.
It is said that this fountain is a dating spot for couples at Beauxbatons School of Magic.
"I've heard the legend of this fountain. It is said that the spring water has the power of repair and beautification." Albert cast an inquiring look at Mary.
"Those are just exaggerated rumors. If you don't believe me, just take a sip and you'll know." Mary explained with a smile.
Albert used a paper cup to collect some water from the spring, took a sip, and felt that it was no different from ordinary spring water.
Around nine o'clock, everyone gathered outside the school. Madame Maxime took out a cane and asked each of them to grab the cane. She then took out a pocket watch from her pocket and began to count down, waiting for the time for the door key to open.
When the count reached one, Albert felt an irresistible momentum pulling him forward, and his feet flew off the ground.
It seemed as if countless scenes were passing by before his eyes, and Albert couldn't see clearly at all.
After an unknown amount of time, Albert finally felt his feet touch the ground again. No one fell, but it was clear from the expressions on their faces that traveling with a portkey was not a pleasant experience.
"Can't they find a gentler way?" Professor Slughorn grumbled, obviously not liking this way of traveling.
"The teams from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang."
A wizard's voice sounded near them.
Everyone appeared at the entrance of a village, or at least it looked like a village.
There were two wizards standing in front, one of them was holding a big gold watch, and the other smiled and reached out to take Madame Maxime's crutch and said to everyone, "Welcome to the magic garden."
Everyone looked up at the village in front of them, all a little confused.