Now that it has been seen by others, it is no longer easy for Furong to hide.
Without her having to go over, the boys and girls wearing their own wizard robes gathered around and started chattering in French that Maka could barely understand.
But Maka didn't need to understand at all. He could tell by looking at the eyes of those boys looking at him that he was obviously not very popular here.
Seeing that there were too many hostile looks, he simply greeted Luna and took her to walk towards the hall wall covered with oil paintings.
But he wanted to leave, but they refused to let him go.
Maka caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying towards him from the corner of his eye. He took out the wand from his sleeve as a reflex and used a barrier spell to stop it in mid-air.
"Huh?"
He turned around and took a closer look. It was actually a white glove!
"Duel?" Maka said in shock, "... Isn't it too vulgar? What era is this in?"
This time he really blamed the wrong person.
Nowadays, although dueling has almost disappeared in the Muggle world, it is still quite popular in the wizarding world throughout Europe. Among them, the French magic world is the worst.
From a family dispute to a stolen goat, if there is a dispute, there will probably be a duel. If there is no dispute or if someone finds a dispute, there will be a duel.
Whenever a French wizard goes out, he may forget to hold an umbrella when it rains, but he will never forget to stuff a pair of gloves into his pocket. The only difference between each duel is whether the person throwing out is white gloves or black gloves.
This is perhaps the biggest difference between Muggle duels and wizard duels.
Because the number of wizards has never been large, most people will only throw white gloves during a duel. In such a duel, one party will usually not die.
Of course, if there is any deep hatred between the two, throwing black gloves and fighting to the death will be the final result.
But the popularity of duels is actually inseparable from the strict rules. Throwing a glove at the other party is regarded as an invitation to a duel. However, if the duel agreement is to be formally established, the invited party must pick up the glove with their own hands.
It's also strange that Maka practiced quickly pulling out the staff when nothing happened. She subconsciously sent out the obstacle spell just now, and now the white gloves are still slowly floating in the air in slow motion! Who knows when it will be launched
Maka wasn't embarrassed, but the young man who threw the glove was extremely embarrassed right now.
Do you still want to duel with others? Look at his reaction speed, and look at his neat silent spell - he just wanted to run over, take the gloves back, and then leave quietly as if nothing was wrong!
Maka didn't care about the other party's embarrassment. When he turned around, he not only saw the white gloves clearly, but also saw a proud smile flashing across Fleur's face.
Can he still not understand this? He was slightly taken advantage of by that Veela hybrid and used him as a shield for others!
"Forget about the duel! Miss Delacour and I have no special relationship, they are just friends."
Regardless of whether they understood English or not, he casually picked up the wand and "floated" the white gloves back, stopping firmly in front of the boy.
Seeing that the other party's face turned red and he grabbed the gloves, he turned back and simply left the back of his head to Fleur.
"Luna, do you want to go somewhere else?"
Luna glanced curiously in Fleur's direction, her clear eyes seemed to be free of any distracting thoughts.
"Miss Delacour is staring at you!" She blinked, but then changed the topic, "Sir Cadogan said that he once defeated a Wye dragon during his lifetime. Is that true?"
"Maybe!" Maka shrugged and said, "Who knows? Mr. Jazz is always making noises, and he always likes to find someone to duel with when he has nothing to do..."
The two chatted casually and walked side by side deeper into the hall - there was a strange oil painting hanging there, and they wanted to take a look at it together!
That night, after notifying Mr. Lovegood, Maka and Luna stayed in the castle at Mrs. Maxim's invitation.
After dinner in the evening, Maka returned to the room and sat at the desk, opened his notebook and started writing and drawing again.
During the days after arriving in France, he spent the day wandering around with Luna, and at night he took the time to carefully study the various data and information obtained from the Bewitched Monument.
He went to sleep when he was sleepy, and when he woke up it was a new day. He lived a very fulfilling life.
Only the next day, when he woke up in bed at Beauxbatons Castle, packed up and planned to go to the restaurant to taste Beauxbatons' breakfast, he was blocked at the same place as yesterday.
This time, the flying white glove came straight to his head. He tilted his head slightly, letting the glove brush past his ear and fall on the marble floor behind him.
"What's going on? Isn't it over yet?"
The owner of this glove is not the embarrassed boy from yesterday - he is standing next to the owner of the glove now! As for the owner of the gloves, he was a young man in black robe with a gloomy face and a hint of fierceness in his eyes.
Yes, just looking at the age of the owner of the glove, he might be a senior student at Beauxbatons.
"Pick up the gloves!" The young man in black robe said dryly in less than proficient English.
Maka tilted her head just now to avoid the glove flying towards his head, but now she didn't move her head straight. Instead, she tilted her head and looked at the other person.
"Didn't I say it yesterday? Miss Delacour and I are just friends—"
"Excuse!" The other party directly interrupted Maka, looked at him sinisterly and said, "Pursuing Miss Delacour is something every man will do! Unless you are not a man!"
The young man in black robe paused, then continued: "Are you afraid of a duel? Coward!"
"Tefler, that guy seems to be very strong..." The boy next to him carefully pulled the wizard robe of the young man in black robe and said softly in French.
"Shut up!" The young man in black robe whom the boy called Tai Fowler glanced at him coldly, and then said loudly in English, "Accept my duel! If you are still a man!"
Maka straightened her head with a painful look on her face, then took out her wand and thrust it behind her, then quickly put it back into her sleeve. But he saw the white glove on the floor suddenly jumped up, drew an arc in mid-air, and landed accurately in his hand.
"Go find the witness. I'll wait for you in the restaurant..." Without looking at the other person, he raised his legs and walked towards the restaurant. But after taking a few steps, he turned back and added, "If I I haven’t seen you show up with witnesses after breakfast, so I won’t waste any more time waiting for you!”
After saying that, he turned around again and walked away at a leisurely pace.
For Maka, this duel is actually the same as getting up and doing morning exercises. Recently, because she is too idle, she has almost forgotten the habit of running a lap every day. This is not good!
For a wizard, it is necessary to have a strong body - at least for Maka, this is a matter of course.
Behind him, the young man in black robe, Ty Fowler, looked at him like a bird of prey, but it was hard to imagine that there would be such a student in Beauxbatons.
…
Beauxbatons' hall is not used as a restaurant. The two halls are separated by a wall, just on the left side of the hall. Moreover, Beauxbatons' dining style is also different. Except for major banquets, meals are usually served in a buffet style.
" Beauxbatons is indeed very rich! He is not afraid of waste at all... "
Now that the summer vacation has just begun, there are almost no people in the restaurant. Except for a few professors from the left-behind school, there were not many people left, but there were still a lot of delicious food piled on the plates at the dining area for visitors to choose from.
Maka slowly took some food, then chose a dining table by the window, and then sat down to taste it carefully.
"Yes, it is indeed more delicious than the food at Hogwarts... Well, the pastry of this croissant is soft and soft, and it melts in your mouth..." He ate with a little regret, "It's a pity that the French don't like to eat it in the morning. When eating meat, it would be perfect if I could have a few slices of fried bacon... "
But just when he was concentrating on enjoying the delicious French breakfast, Fleur dragged Luna into the restaurant with a bang, and looked around hurriedly.
When she saw Maka, she dragged Luna and ran straight over here.
"You agreed to Tefler's duel invitation? Why? Didn't you refuse the duel with Dubois yesterday?" Fleur asked with confusion on her face, but she was not too anxious.
Having participated in the Triwizard Tournament, she had seen Maka's strength a little bit, and she was not worried at all that Maka would lose. It's just that Tai Fowler's family is not simple, and she is afraid that this will cause Maka to get into unnecessary trouble.
After all, those boys yesterday were just from ordinary wizarding families, but this Taylor's identity is different, and he will definitely take over as the head of the Taylor family in the future.
"Oh... yes! What's wrong?" Maka raised her head and looked at her strangely.
Speaking of which, Miss Delacour had brought this matter to him personally. Although he didn't care about it and only regarded it as a little joke, Fleur's attitude suddenly changed again.
"Tefler's family background is not simple. I'm worried..." Fleur hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. You and Luna are my guests... I shouldn't find them for you casually. Troublesome."
Upon hearing this, Maka shrugged indifferently and said: "Don't worry, his family is not the only one in France, and I don't come to France often, so it's okay."
As he spoke, he pointed to the food on the plate and said, "Have you had breakfast? The food in your school is so delicious that I want to get some more."
"Well… "
Furong saw that he didn't take it to heart at all. Things had already happened, but she had no choice but to let it go.