In fact, this is not the right weather for outdoor fun.
The temperature in Paris hasn't risen too high yet, and of course it's generally not very hot here. But today, it is raining lightly.
"It would make me think we never left London at all."
Needless to say, Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, also came to France with her. Although he said he was here to visit old friends, there was no way Maka would believe his lies.
At this moment, the three of them were taking shelter from the rain in a Muggle cafe in Place Saint-Michel, and they could also enjoy the historical scenery of this area with its ancient architectural style.
Speaking of which, this place is actually very close to Delacour's house. Across the Seine River, it is on the outskirts of the small town of Giverny.
Maka leaned against the brown floor-to-ceiling window of the cafe, watching the fine raindrops gently hit the glass, and then snaked down, drawing hazy water marks on the glass window.
Perhaps because the rain came suddenly, most of the passers-by on the street were in a hurry, walking quickly through the thin rain curtain.
Luna and her father seemed to be quite curious about everything about Muggles, and from time to time they reached out and touched the dinner bell on the table - Maka had just shown them how to use this gadget, and it was obvious that they seemed to like it quite a bit. Crisp and sweet ringtones.
“It’s nice to listen to the rain in Paris occasionally. It feels less sticky than in London.”
Maka picked up the coffee and took a sip, smiled casually, then decisively picked up the milk bottle and added more.
"... I thought that in this kind of environment, I could taste more of the bitter taste," he shrugged, "but it seems to be no different... I should be uncomfortable with drinking it, but I still can't get used to it."
"Sweet is better than bitter," Luna said in a daze, holding up the cup and tasting it, then slightly sticking out her tongue, "...but I still prefer bitter first to sweet first and then bitter. Sweet afterward.”
Maka has long been used to Luna's state. The sudden appearance of a philosophical girl can really make people gain some good insights sometimes.
He nodded noncommittally and looked out the window again, looking at the light gray sky in the distance.
The three of them sat in this cafe for a long time until they had lunch. Then they walked southeast on the damp streets that had already cleared up.
There are always some bright decorations outside the shops on the roadside, adding a bit of romance that only belongs to France to this historical road.
If you mention the small town of Giverny on the outskirts of Paris to Muggles in Paris, many people will probably think of Claude Monet, the famous painter who created Impressionism.
In this small town, Mr. Monet’s former garden residence is a beautiful landscape.
The Delacour house is on a hillside not far from the town of Giverny.
"... This should be right here."
Maka looked at the sea of colorful flowers in front of her and couldn't help but admire it in her heart.
The Delacour house is an ordinary-looking double-story French-style house, with light yellow brick walls and bright brown-red wooden doors. The black eaves are still slightly moist after the rain. There is a low roof on the roof. chimney.
And all of this was submerged in a whole field of luxuriant flowers and branches, and the rich and fragrant breath rushed towards the face.
If you ignore the little fairies flying among the flowers and leaves, I believe everyone will think that this is just a Muggle family living a comfortable life.
Seeing that the Lovegoods were still immersed in the beauty of this small garden, Maka did not disturb them, but walked to the door first.
“Tuk tuk tuk”
He knocked lightly on the wooden door with his fingers. When he heard someone in the room respond, he took a step back and looked up under the eaves. There are also several strings of exquisite wind chimes hanging there, which collide with each other in the breeze, emitting bursts of relaxing ringtones.
"Crunch—"
The door was pushed open from the inside, and Maka lowered her head when she heard the sound. The first thing that caught her eye was a dazzling golden color.
"Mr. MacLean!"
It was little Gabrielle who came out to open the door. When she saw Maka, she immediately showed a surprised smile. Only then did Maka notice that the dazzling golden color just now was the light reflected by Gabrielle's hair in the clear sunshine after the rain.
Maka couldn't help but turn around and glance in Luna's direction.
Yes, compared to the bright blond hair of the Delacour sisters, he still prefers Luna's long pale blond hair, which is soft and delicate, making people want to let the flowing gold quietly run through their fingers.
"Sister-sister, it's Mr. MacLean here!"
Gabrielle didn't even think that she should let Maka enter the house first, so she ran towards the house. From the sound of it, she seemed to be running upstairs.
Maka stood there dumbfounded, waiting for the host to come out - it would obviously be quite rude to come in uninvited, especially since this was his first time as a guest.
But not long after, he heard a burst of French coming from inside. Immediately afterwards, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. MacLean?" She said with a gentle smile, "Come in quickly! My husband and I have heard from Fleur that two distinguished guests will be visiting this summer vacation... Oh, yours Isn’t your companion here?”
When Maka heard this, she immediately smiled awkwardly, then gave up a position and pointed to the back: "Sorry, I am taking the liberty to visit, I am Maka McClain. And it's not just me and Luna - her Father also came together."
"Oh! You must be Mrs. Delacour, right?" Mr. Lovegood had noticed it at this time. He turned around and strode hurriedly towards this side, "Nice to meet you - I The name is Xenophilius Lovegood, and this is my daughter, Luna Lovegood..."
As he spoke, he waved to Luna who was still lingering in the sea of flowers: "...Luna, come here and say hello."
Dinner that day was at Delacour's house.
Fleur and Gabrielle's father came home from get off work, and everyone had a good time. Then Maka and Mr. Lovegood declined the Delacour family's warm invitation to stay overnight and took Luna to the small town of Giverny. Stayed one night at the hotel.
There is no way, the Delacour family's house is not big, and there are always many inconveniences for two men to stay overnight. Rather than staying at their house and being crowded, it would be better to stay in a hotel.
In the next few days, the Fleur sisters took Maka and others around, leaving countless laughter and memories on the banks of the beautiful Seine River.
…
"This way, just behind this mountain..."
Deep in the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French palace nestled in the mountains. It is surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built with magic, sparkling in the sunlight.
Beauxbatons Castle has stood here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history cannot cover up its brilliance.
Whenever a guest comes, they will always praise her for her beauty.
"... I have already mentioned it to Mrs. Maxim, and she agreed that I would take you to visit the school during the summer vacation... Okay, that's it! It's time for us to go down... "
Quidditch had already become popular in France in the 15th century. The French wizard Malekli at that time also created a Quidditch-related drama "Oops, I've Deformed My Feet."
Of course, although it sounds interesting, it doesn't look like a serious work at all.
At this moment, they were riding broomsticks towards Beauxbatons Castle.
Like most other magic schools, Beauxbatons Castle has also been solidified with "unplottable" magic. Without Fleur's leadership, they would not be able to find the exact location of the castle.
Xenophilius did not get up with his daughter today, but as he said earlier, he went to meet an old friend. It seems that Maka might have blamed him wrongly!
At this moment, Fleur, Gabrielle, and Maka took Luna, and two broomsticks fell from the sky, and then stopped steadily at the gate of Beauxbatons Castle Garden.
This castle is smaller than Hogwarts, but from the outside, it looks much better.
Beauxbatons Castle is a typical classical style building. The standard three-section treatment makes her outline 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 a unique style. Every plant and tree in it is unique, and the whole thing is even more magnificent.
"I can see that your school is very rich!" Maka couldn't help but complain.
"Our alumnus, Mr. Nick Flamel, went to Beauxbatons to study when he was young. Later, Mr. and Mrs. Flamel also funded the castle and grounds for the school..." Fleur said with a hint of pride, and suddenly pointed to the middle of the garden. The huge fountain said, "Look! That fountain is named after them, and it also has the function of repairing and beautifying!"
Maka nodded with a look of astonishment on his face, while Luna followed him, blinking her eyes and looking around, looking very interested.
But just as they were strolling in the large garden, they heard something sound coming from the other side of the fountain, faintly coming towards them through the sound of water.
"... You coward! You must duel with me today! Otherwise you will drop out of school, do you understand!" Across the fountain, a young man's voice fell into Maka's ears, but he could not understand French.
"No, how is that possible! I... you must have heard wrong! I'm not dueling with you!" Another voice immediately answered, with a hint of panic, "Did you catch my gloves? No!" "
"You... you are still not a man!" the young man said angrily, "I am willing to sacrifice my life for the beautiful Miss Delacour, but what about you? You are not qualified to join the competition at all - you coward!"
"This... what are they arguing about?"
Maka leaned over and watched the two students opposite Shui Wu arguing with each other. She couldn't help but look at Furong with a puzzled look on her face, only to find a trace of annoyance on Furong's face.
"... It's already a holiday and it still refuses to stop. If I had known it, I would have come back another day." She couldn't help but murmur to herself.