Beauxbatons Academy

Pyrenees Mountains in Southern France.

A manor, characterized by white marble architecture and surrounded by rose gardens, stood here with elegant and magnificent style.

A pretty little girl was pulling a displeased little boy along beside the manor's fountain.

"Horatio, your teacher Nicolas Flamel also studied at Beauxbatons Magic Academy. He met his wife Perenelle at Beauxbatons, and their love story is still told within the academy," Fleur said, pulling Horatio as she introduced Beauxbatons Academy to him.

Arriving before a statue, "Look, that's your teacher's statue. He made great contributions to the construction of Beauxbatons Academy. To commemorate his contributions, Beauxbatons Academy specially built a statue for him," Fleur said. "The students and professors of the academy all respect him."

Horatio looked at the kind and dignified statue, thinking about how Old Deng had tricked him yesterday. He couldn't stand it any longer.

Taking advantage of Fleur's inattention, Horatio broke free from Fleur's small hand and ran to Old Deng's statue. He placed his right hand on the statue's base, and Alchemy activated.

As the magic power spread, Nicolas Flamel's statue gradually changed. He transformed from wearing an elegant wizard robe into overalls, his magic wand in his right hand became a basketball, and his posture of standing upright with his hands on his abdomen turned into Iron Mountain Lean.

Horatio took a stereo from the cloth bag at his waist and directly welded it onto the base. As familiar music began to play, Nicolas Flamel's statue started to dance to the music.

Fleur and the passing students stared at the changes in astonishment, then reacted.

"Horatio!!!" Fleur slammed a powerful dunk onto Horatio's head. "What did you do? Hurry up and restore it."

"No!" Horatio rubbed the large lump on his head, looking stubbornly at Fleur.

"What? You want to be punished again?" Fleur rolled up her sleeves, preparing to teach Horatio a lesson.

"Alright, Fleur," a dignified female voice stopped Fleur's actions. A tall, elegant lady and an old man with a white beard walked over.

"Very beautiful Transfiguration." Amateurs watch the fun, while insiders see the skill. Dumbledore walked up to the statue and touched its base. "Not only are the runes for permanent Transfiguration inscribed, but a unique defense mechanism has also been added. Even I can't unravel this system in a short time; I can only destroy the statue forcefully."

"Hey, Old Deng, give me back my 13th level," Horatio saw Dumbledore and, ignoring the lump on his head, rushed towards him. "Die, Old Deng, take my Knight Kick!"

Before Horatio could get close, Dumbledore waved his magic wand, and a rope suddenly appeared, tying Horatio into a pretzel, wriggling on the ground.

In the end, Dumbledore and Horatio reached an agreement: the Winged Rebellion Falcon Armor would be returned to Horatio, and Horatio would restore Nicolas Flamel's statue to its original state.

"Hello, Eight Feet... no, Madam Maxime," Horatio took out hand sanitizer from his cloth bag, squeezed a little into his palm, and then rubbed his hands like a fly. "Is the fly swatter I gave you last time useful?"

Madam Maxime didn't know why Horatio always washed his hands with hand sanitizer whenever he met her, perhaps out of respect. "It's a good Alchemy tool, if only it didn't sometimes attack my backside."

"Ahem, there might have been a slight malfunction. I'll help you fix it later."

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Madam Maxime looked at Horatio's sincere face and said to Dumbledore, "Headmaster Dumbledore, look how mischievous this child is. I'm afraid you can't manage him. Why not let him transfer directly to Beauxbatons? I will help you manage him, and Fleur and Nicolas are here, so he'll at least have a companion."

Before Dumbledore could refuse, Horatio jumped out first. "I disagree!!!" Then he pointed at a group of Beauxbatons students who were watching. "I suspect I will be stabbed in the back 18 times with Avada Kedavra and commit suicide."

Madam Maxime looked at the group of boys (and perhaps not just boys) who were grinding their teeth and watching Fleur cling to Horatio (actually pinching Horatio's lower back). "That's true, forget it."

For the past few days, Horatio had been accompanying Fleur around Beauxbatons Academy. Dumbledore and Headmistress Maxime seemed to have something to discuss, and once they were done, Dumbledore would take Horatio back to England.

Although Fleur was a little reluctant, she accepted the situation with Madam Maxime's comfort. However, she had been clinging to Horatio lately, which made the students of Beauxbatons Academy furious.

On the day of departure, Fleur came to the home of Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel to see Horatio off.

"Remember to write to me when you get back to England, or I'll find you even if you hide at Hogwarts and give you a good ear-pulling," Fleur said, her eyes red, as she tidied Horatio's clothes.

"Got it, got it, you're so naggy. Here, take this." Horatio took out a box and handed it to Fleur.

"Goodbye, Old Deng. Goodbye, Grandma Perenelle. Goodbye, Fleur." Horatio said goodbye to the three of them one by one, then ran towards Dumbledore.

"Wait a moment."

Horatio stopped. As soon as he turned around, a pair of fragrant lips gently pressed against his cheek.

"Goodbye, don't forget me." As if to stop Horatio from saying anything, Fleur, blushing, gently pushed him towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at the dazed Horatio and couldn't help but recall someone. After signaling to Nicolas and Perenelle Flamel, he placed a hand on Horatio's shoulder and vanished from the spot.

Perenelle looked at Fleur, who was lowering her head with a blushing face, and shook her head. "Alright, they're gone. Let's see what that boy gave you. It's probably not something simple."

Fleur nodded and opened the box Horatio had given her. Inside, a delicate Silver Fleur-de-lis Brooch lay quietly in the center of the box. The flower was inlaid with a Blue Orb engraved with complex runes.

Nicolas Flamel looked at the brooch in the box and shook his head. "So that's what that kid was doing instead of causing trouble lately. He was making this. Accept it properly, this is very difficult to make. It seems you've successfully entered that boy's heart during this time."

A tear dropped onto the petal of the fleur-de-lis.

Fleur took out the brooch, gently wiped away the tear, and carefully pinned it to her chest. Stroking the brooch, she recalled the bits and pieces of the past period, and couldn't help but murmur to herself.

"Big bad guy."

All things in the world have their own colors. Some are as magnificent as brocade, some as smooth as silk, some as brilliant as gemstones. But occasionally, you meet someone who radiates light, as dazzling as a rainbow, unforgettable. (Excerpt from the movie Flipped)

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