"...Yes! The carved characters on those slates glowed red and looked like blood, which scared me a lot! It looked ominous no matter how I looked at it! So I simply got rid of all those slates. Already…”
The old butler Edward said it very seriously, and it sounded really attractive. Judging from how calm and calm he was just now, he was probably just looking for a topic to chat about.
Maka listened absently, smiling from time to time to avoid being rude, but his mind had already wandered elsewhere.
"...So, if the master had not passed away, there would be no need for me to be so distressed! The master has lived for 665 years in this life. Even if he had children when he was young, where would he find them now? I really left a legacy for him. Those piles of 'babies' are worrying!"
The old housekeeper was still chattering, but these words made Maca's heart skip a beat - Nick Flamel is dead? Are you an old man still worried about your inheritance? You don’t want me to want it!
However, Edward's next words directly extinguished most of the fire in Maka's heart.
"... The will left by the master only distributed the property of the main house, but did not mention a word about the things in the laboratories. No, this time I made a final donation to my alma mater in accordance with the master's will. In fact, I also want to hear what you think, madam.”
The laboratory of the most famous alchemist master in the world. Is this valuable
If you ask any wizard about this, they will get the same answer - of course it is valuable! The value is great!
But there is value, but those who know the industry understand that the laboratory of an alchemy master is not something that can be entered casually.
The so-called alchemy is not just about refining gold or the elixir of life.
The opportunities and dangers contained in the alchemical laboratory of Nick Flamel, the old monster, are probably no less than those of a newly excavated Egyptian pyramid.
In the Egyptian magic world, in order to figure out a pyramid, wizards from all over the world are involved. When the Egyptian Ministry of Magic was first established, a semi-independent research department was set up, where a large number of wizard talents worked together to study and explore.
Seeing that the old housekeeper revealed the real intention of coming to Beauxbatons this time in a roundabout way, Madame Maxime couldn't help but feel troubled, and Maka on the side showed a slightly complicated expression.
"This old man called me, obviously he wanted to get more witnesses..."
Macca is involved with Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and even Voldemort. Now that he sits here, Mrs. Maxim will take care of his existence no matter what she wants to do.
"Hey! If I didn't show up, he probably wouldn't have told me about it!"
For the old butler Edward, since his late master's family has left all the funeral affairs to him, he must be careful.
For a very sensitive heritage like the Alchemy Laboratory, it's okay not to deal with it. Once it is dealt with, you have to pay attention to the reactions of various forces.
In fact, Nick Flamel has nothing to say about the processing methods in his laboratory. On the contrary, he even repeatedly told him to deliver his various alchemical achievements to the world.
Apparently, Dumbledore's best friend also had a "big heart."
But regarding this matter, he has lived for 665 years without coming up with a good and stable idea. Now leaving this mess to the old housekeeper to figure out is actually equivalent to breaking the pot.
However, he, Nick Flamel, could leave this broken pot to his good old butler, and then lie down on the bed with his wife and die.
But who can the old butler leave to
The loyal old butler Edward is worried! He was so worried that he just thought about it when he had nothing to do. He couldn't eat or sleep well, and he almost imitated his master and used the "death escape technique" to blame him.
When Beauxbatons came back, he originally just wanted to make some insinuations and explore Madame Maxime's tone. But he never thought that Maka's sudden visit would make him make up his mind.
In Edward's view, if the three major magic schools in Europe were to jointly pick up the broken pot, and then the principals of the three major magic schools would come forward to participate in the global magic world, wouldn't this be able to securely realize the master's wish
Now he threw the question out lightly, and suddenly felt relaxed all over, but Mrs. Maxim immediately became distressed.
If the three major magic schools jointly brought this "big treasure" to the surface, Dumbledore might not be able to shirk it based on his personality and conduct, but when it comes to Durmstrang's Karkaroff...
Let’s not talk about whether he accepted it or passed the blame. Once Karkaroff found out, why didn’t he immediately step in and muddy the water
To be honest, although Mrs. Maxim is not a bad-minded person, she has such a big treasure right in front of her. Who wouldn't be jealous of it
Although this is a big trouble, it is also a big treasure! If Maka hadn't been sitting next to her...
Thinking of this, Mrs. Maxim glanced towards Maca, only to see him sitting on the sofa chair intently, as if he had not heard this at all.
Maka even grinned when he noticed Madame Maxime looking over.
"This McClain... what does he mean? Could it be that..." Mrs. Maxim thought for a while, but then smiled bitterly, "Hey! Although this little guy's strength is difficult to ignore, he is still a child after all... a How can a child be so arrogant! I must have been overthinking it... "
After she thought about it, she simply put aside some of her petty thoughts and nodded towards the old housekeeper.
"I will notify Hogwarts first to see if Albus has any thoughts - after all, he and your master are good friends, and I think he will definitely help you come up with a good idea."
Seeing Mrs. Maxim's eyes flicker, Maka thought that her pretentious hint had been understood by Maxim, but who knew that she would leave the matter to Dumbledore in the blink of an eye.
"... I originally wanted to get some meat from this pot, but in the end I still can't even drink the soup!"
Whether it's the Muggle world or the magical world, it's not that difficult for a student to get involved in this kind of thing, and he actually knows it very well.
It was precisely because of this consideration that the old butler Edward took out this "little guy", who had a complicated identity but was unlikely to have any influence, and used him as a witness.
But because of this, Maka had the opportunity to come into contact with this matter first. It would be weird to say that he had no idea!
It's just that recently, there have been a lot of things on his head. Since the simplest method just didn't work, he doesn't have the energy to worry about it.
"Throw it to Dumbledore, just throw it to Dumbledore! I'd better solve the matter of Voldemort and the Bewitched Monument first..." Maka couldn't help but think to herself.
But how did he know that although he might not take the initiative to contact some things, they might not hit him on the head in the end...
…
After sitting in Beauxbatons' principal's office for a while, and after Madame Maxime and the old butler Edward continued chatting for a while, Maca and Luna walked out of the principal's office with Edward.
"Mr. McClain, you are finally out!"
As soon as Maka stepped out of the principal's office door, she saw little Gabrielle waving her hand in surprise and walking this way with her sister.
It seems that the Delacour sisters have been waiting outside in the corridor until now!
"Oh... I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long!" Maka said quickly, "Actually, you don't have to wait for us. It's okay for Luna and I to go shopping by ourselves later..."
"How can that be possible? And..." Fleur was about to say something, but when she saw that the old butler Edward was also there, she immediately changed the subject and said, "Oh! Mr. Edward, are you leaving now?"
Edward smiled and nodded, and said slowly: "Yes! There are still many things to deal with at home. I hope to see you again next time, beautiful Miss Delacour."
After the two said goodbye, Maka and Luna walked to the tower on the other side with the Delacour sisters.
Yes, Beauxbatons Castle also has towers, but not only are they the same height, they are also very symmetrically arranged on both sides of the main building, and their shape is much more detailed than the towers of Hogwarts.
If Hogwarts Castle is a kind of rough and mysterious beauty, then Beauxbatons is the kind of beauty that is as dignified and delicate as a princess.
The four of them went all the way down the tower and visited many places such as classrooms, laboratories, and libraries. When they visited roughly half of Beauxbatons Castle, Maca discovered that they seemed to be back in the hall of the castle again.
Because the summer vacation had just begun, the castle seemed empty, but there were still a few students-looking boys and girls gathered together in the hall, seemingly discussing some topic.
The moment Fleur stepped into the hall, she immediately stopped and subconsciously wanted to take Maka away from here.
"Why haven't those guys left yet? It's better to get around them quickly..."
Fleur invited Luna over this time with a small calculation in mind. How could she let those annoying guys come over and cause trouble
But she was able to avoid it that time before, but this time she couldn't avoid it.
"Fu Rong! Hey... don't go!"
A boy glanced out of the corner of his eye and immediately noticed Fleur who was standing at the side door of the hall and was about to turn around to avoid her. He immediately shouted out.
When he shouted, the surrounding students naturally reacted immediately, so they also turned around and looked this way.
"Who allowed you to call my name!" Furong lightly stomped her foot, turned around angrily, and glared at the boy.
Girls with Veela blood will be admired wherever they go, and girls with this blood are usually beautiful.
Just when she frowned and glared, the boy who was obviously pursuing her immediately seemed to have lost his soul, and his feet were floating.
Maka glanced at Fleur with a puzzled look on her face, wondering why she wasn't affected at all