In terms of relationships, Madame Maxime was definitely the one who had the closest relationship with the late Mr. Nico Flamel among all the wizards present, except for the old housekeeper Edward. This article alone seems to inevitably arouse everyone's secret suspicion, fearing that Madame Maxime may be fair and impartial on the surface, but secretly she covets the inheritance.
But in this magical world, probably no one knows who Mrs. Maxim is. Since she became the principal of Beauxbatons, she has given priority to the school and students no matter what. In addition, she is usually dignified and fair in dealing with things. There are many wizards who admire this female principal from the bottom of their hearts.
What's more, in order to avoid suspicion this time, Mrs. Maxim has already stated her position on this public inheritance incident. Because of this, she even directly vacated the venue rights for the alchemy competition for everyone.
To be honest, if she had not chosen to retreat on her own initiative, based on the fact that this is the alma mater of Mr. Nico Flamel, the venue for this competition must be Beauxbatons.
Many small and medium-sized forces would not even dare to think about a world-class event like this.
However, I am afraid that the appearance that Mrs. Maxim has always shown is just an illusion. When this huge benefit is in front of her, it may be the time for her to reveal her true face. If you think about it, you will understand that there are not many such long-planned changes in this world
In the corridor, as the rumors pointing to Mrs. Maxim gradually spread, the eyes of some people began to look different.
From here, it can be seen that the many strengths are clearly divided into two factions.
More than half of the wizards chose to be calm bystanders, because none of them planned to wade into the muddy waters that were deliberately disturbed too early; while the remaining small number of wizards chose to go with the flow. In order to try to muddy the water, so that their own forces can find considerable benefits in the chaos.
Maka scanned the crowd very promptly and immediately came to a conclusion.
Among the wizards present, those who chose to watch either lacked strength or were more inclined to hold alchemy events; and those who chose to continue to increase chaos were the groups that wanted to cause trouble next.
There were only a few guys who hadn't figured out the situation yet. They were all looking around suspiciously, and occasionally glanced at Madame Maxime, with different expressions for a while.
With just a little analysis, he can know in advance which forces need more attention from him. Why not do such a good thing
When Maka quickly retracted her gaze and looked at Mrs. Maxim beside her, the other party happened to glance in his direction. The implication is that Maka somewhat understands it.
It didn't matter that she was suspected, because she had no intention of getting too involved in this matter. After deciding who owns the venue rights for the event, she can wipe out all these forces in Beauxbatons.
The key is that some people don't want this alchemy competition to be held safely at the moment. If possible, the other party may use any means to delay it or even destroy it altogether.
After all, a game can lead to too many surprises. Which side will benefit in the end? No one dares to say that they will have the last laugh until the results of the event come out.
"Perhaps some people don't want the inheritance to be made public," Madame Maxime suddenly spoke, and she was heard calmly, "But I still think that since Mr. Flamel intends to entrust the inheritance to the whole world, then the magic circles of various countries Everyone should be qualified to participate. It doesn’t matter if you doubt me, I just hope everyone can understand that this precious heritage belongs to everyone.”
What she meant was very clear, and any wizard who was shrewd enough could understand it.
Yes, if it is used by some thoughtful people, perhaps most of the forces will be able to obtain the distribution ratio results, and it will cease to exist.
Her words were obviously meant for those forces that were not strong enough to compete with others. If more than half of the small and medium-sized forces can be united and twisted into a rope, even a few large forces may have to weigh it carefully.
In short, what she wants to convey is just one sentence: If you don’t want to get nothing in the end, then support the alchemy competition!
Hearing Mrs. Maxim's quick response, Maka couldn't help but nod secretly - this female principal didn't work for so many years in vain.
Not long after, as everyone watched and waited, the French Ministry of Magic finally sent someone over.
Unlike the British wizarding world, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has a very good relationship with the French Ministry of Magic, and they often support each other when dealing with various matters. Regarding this murder case, although the situation was still a bit sensitive, because there were no secrets between the two that could not be told, the handling was extremely smooth.
Because this incident was so important, the French Minister of Magic came in person.
Maka saw that it was a tall and thin middle-aged male wizard. His attire is quite simple, refined but not luxurious. He seems to be a down-to-earth person.
Along with him, there was also a French Auror team. Judging from their actions, they strictly followed the rules, which seemed to be quite in tune with the style of the minister.
I saw a group of people from the Ministry of Magic arriving in unison. After a few words with Mrs. Maxim, they immediately started working. On-the-spot investigation, on-the-spot investigation, and interrogation and evidence collection are all very organized and highly efficient.
Compared with them, the British Ministry of Magic, which has been making some mistakes in recent years, pales in comparison.
Only about ten minutes had passed. Except for the wizard who initially found the body, everyone else was persuaded to disperse by the minister. Of course, Maka was also among the people leaving. It happened to be breakfast time, so he took Fanny all the way to the Beauxbatons auditorium.
Along the way, many people were whispering, talking about the rumors that suddenly appeared just now.
Although Mrs. Maxim handled it properly just now, the situation became worse on the spot. But Maka knew that the guy who muddied the waters had achieved what he wanted, and some kind of bad influence would inevitably spread gradually in the next few days.
It’s hard to say at this moment whether the holding of the Alchemy Competition will be a blessing in disguise or a failure.
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Not to mention that the gloom on Maka's side was gradually deepening. At this time, Harry was worried about his date with Ginny.
He didn't expect that the old man Slughorn seemed to be easy to talk to, but when he asked in a roundabout way whether he could reduce his homework burden on Valentine's Day, the other party decisively expressed regret.
Slughorn was a professor, a job he held for a long time before quitting. Although he was often a bit inconsistent about what a professor must insist on, he still adhered to the correct principles.
This bald old man likes promising young wizards and has a hobby of collecting outstanding students. He has always been on a road of no return due to his collecting addiction. But to be honest, as a professor, he is still very reliable.
Harry's bad idea failed. Now walking in the corridor, he gradually calmed down.
In fact, because he had never noticed Ginny's thoughts in the past, now when he was touched by Ginny's understanding, he really wanted to make amends to her. And dating in Hogsmeade was the most suitable compensation method he could think of at the moment.
It's a pity that a fifth grader's studies are still quite heavy. The OWLs exam is just around the corner, so he probably can't leave a lot of homework and go on a date. Maybe he didn't care, but Ginny would most likely disagree with him doing that. In that case, his purpose of compensating the other party would be greatly compromised.
At this point, he has only one choice—to catch up on homework the night before Valentine's Day!
Harry made up his mind with a grimace and walked quickly into the Great Hall. Under the curious eyes of Ron and Hermione, he sat down at the Gryffindor table with a sad expression.
"Harry, what on earth did you do?"
As soon as he sat down, Ron next to him asked in a low voice. Harry's hurried back and forth in the common room aroused a ton of curiosity in him.
"...I went to find Professor Slughorn." Harry didn't want to say it at first, but when he noticed Ginny looking secretly at this side from the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but say it. .
"Slughorn?" Ron asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Don't you hate that bald guy? Why did you take the initiative to send him to your door this time?"
Hermione, who was sitting across from him, was obviously also very surprised. When Ron asked questions, she listened with her ears pricked up. Although she held a copy of the Daily Prophet in her hand for her daily morning reading, her mind was no longer in the article above.
"I'm going..." Harry looked a little annoyed, "I'm going to see if he can give me less homework. You know, Potions class always has a lot of homework!"
"What?"
Before Ron could express his surprise, Hermione across the table had put the newspaper down suddenly and looked at Harry with the eyes of a Florob caterpillar.
"Harry, have you lost your mind?" She asked with a look of disbelief on her face, "What are you thinking about?"
"No, I didn't lose it -" Harry waved his hands quickly and said, "I mean, it's just the homework for Valentine's Day. I'm going to Hogsmeade with Ginny... There's so much homework that I can't finish it all day long. You’re with her, aren’t you?”
"Oh," Hermione was startled for a moment, then said in astonishment, "When did you become smart?"