Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

After a brief moment of thought, Linley decided to sell some of the alchemical products he had made for practice. He walked up to the counter and pulled more than a dozen cloaks from the canvas bag at his waist. Each cloak was inscribed with an Alchemy Formation and counted as a defensive alchemical product, with functions roughly comparable to the Anti-Hex Gloves invented by the Weasley twins in the original story.

After an appraisal, the official staff offered Linley twenty-five Galleons for each cloak. Linley readily agreed.

After selling the cloaks, Linley took out another Mana Stone inscribed with an Alchemy Formation. It was the byproduct of his failed attempt to forge a Mana Suppression Scepter using the Mana Stone Professor Green had given him. This failed Mana Suppression Scepter could not be activated by injecting it with magic power; instead, it had to be manually snapped in half to release the power of the Mana Stone itself.

Thus, this failed Mana Suppression Scepter was probably worth even less than the raw Mana Stone Professor Green had given him!

There was naturally no use in Linley keeping such a failed alchemical product, but Mana Stones were exceedingly rare on the market. So, Linley planned to trade it here, perhaps in exchange for something good.

Professor Green had no objection. He did not care in the slightest for something whose efficacy had diminished rather than increased due to a failed alchemical process.

Soon, some hapless fool—strike that, a Potioneer—came to Linley's platform, hoping to exchange a spoonful of Felix Felicis for the failed Mana Suppression Scepter in Linley's hand.

The spoonful of Felix Felicis was sealed inside a crystal pendant, glittering with captivating golden light beneath the lamps. Its ornamental value far exceeded the value of the Felix Felicis itself. After all, there was not much in that spoonful, and it was barely worth more than the crystal used to seal it.

Nevertheless, Linley happily completed the trade with the Potioneer.

Afterward, Linley spent Galleons to purchase more than a dozen alchemical products from several official booths, then left the shop with Professor Green.

"Let's find somewhere to rest for the night. Tomorrow, we'll visit my alma mater, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. You'll definitely find it interesting!"

That was what Professor Green said.

Thus, the two rented two rooms at an inn on Magi-Gold Street and spent the night resting.

The next day, Professor Green brought Linley outside Beauxbatons Academy of Magic by Apparition.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was one of Europe's three great magical schools. It was located in the Pyrenees Mountains of France and possessed a magnificent estate that left visitors in awe, surrounded by vast magically created lawns and breathtaking mountain scenery.

It was said that part of the funds for this ancient school's splendid castle and grounds had come from the Great Alchemist Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle Flamel when they visited Beauxbatons in their youth. As a result, the enormous fountain on campus had been named after Mr. and Mrs. LeMay.

This fountain also seemed to possess restorative and beautifying functions.

Clearly, the fountain was an alchemical product.

Beauxbatons Academy of Magic had considerable attainments in alchemy, and Professor Green's introduction to alchemical knowledge had begun at Beauxbatons. After all, he had only become Nicolas Flamel's apprentice after graduating from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

When Professor Green and Linley arrived, a tall figure had already been waiting for quite some time.

Standing before them was Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Smiling at their arrival, she stepped forward and greeted Professor Green. "Oh, Mr. Green, I'm truly delighted that you've returned to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic."

Professor Green shook her hand and smiled. "This time, I've brought my student to visit my alma mater. We'll also be visiting my teacher later."

At that, Madame Maxime's smile widened. "You're going to see Mr. Nicolas Flamel? And what might this young gentleman be called? To become Green's student at such a young age, you must surely possess exceptional talent!"

Linley bowed to Madame Maxime and said modestly, "My name is Linley Rory. I do not have any exceptional talent. It is only that my thirst for alchemy earned my teacher's appreciation."

Madame Maxime naturally did not take his modest words seriously. She called loudly toward the school, "Miss Delacour? Could I trouble you to come and look after Beauxbatons' guests?"

As Madame Maxime's booming voice faded, a graceful figure ran out from within Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. She was a girl with silver hair, skin as white as moonlight, and an air of special charm that seemed to radiate from her at every moment.

"She is... a Half-Veela?"

Professor Green and Linley were both men of strong will, so they naturally did not lose their composure under the girl's charm. Professor Green was the one who spoke.

Madame Maxime nodded and introduced her. "She is one of the most gifted students at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her name is Fleur Delacour. She will guide you for the rest of your visit. I hope you have a wonderful experience!"

As the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Madame Maxime naturally could not accompany them the entire time.

At that moment, Miss Fleur Delacour stepped forward. She gave Professor Green a poised bow and said, "Hello, Mr. Green. I am Fleur Delacour. You may simply call me Fleur."

Professor Green nodded slightly. "Then I'll be troubling you."

Thus, Fleur led the two of them into Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

As they toured Beauxbatons, Fleur briefly introduced its current state. In the minds of Beauxbatons students, alchemy was a subject second only to Charms class, and nearly every Beauxbatons student in their second year or above had mastered a certain amount of alchemical knowledge.

"Miss Delacour, Madame Maxime said that you are one of the most talented students here. May I ask about your attainments in alchemy?" Linley, who had been listening, asked curiously.

Fleur carried herself with a touch of pride. Planting her hands on her hips, she said somewhat haughtily, "My alchemy is inferior to no one my age!"

Linley was immediately rather surprised, and his curiosity grew even stronger. "Miss Delacour, I am two years younger than you. I wonder whether I might compete with you in alchemical knowledge."

Linley had not considered that Fleur might be exaggerating. He merely sincerely wished to exchange knowledge and learn from each other.