Maxime and the Silver-Haired Girl

Kyle was studying the golden symbols, turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. He then noticed that besides himself, there were two other people sitting together in the hall, chatting leisurely.

The person who just spoke was Mike Phil; he was the one who delivered the Order of Merlin to Hogwarts a week ago.

The person speaking to him was a tall witch... or perhaps that's a bit of an understatement.

Even when she's just sitting, she's two or three meters tall. Mike Phil's height is already exceptional, but next to her, he looks like a child.

Kyle had only ever seen one person whose size could rival that of this witch: Hagrid, whose height was almost identical to hers.

But unlike the rugged Hagrid, this woman had a very pretty face, with big, dark eyes, a pointed nose, and her hair was combed back and tied into a shiny bun at the base of her neck.

She wore an exquisite peacock blue satin robe, and her neck and large fingers were adorned with many luxurious opals.

When Kyle looked over, she was handing two Galleon to Mike Phil... The coins looked as tiny as two soybeans in her hand.

"Phoebe simply doesn't understand the Philosopher's Stone fragments."

She said in a low voice, "Moreover, searching for clues is also a manifestation of wisdom."

"Ha..." Mike Phil didn't refute, but simply accepted the two Galleon with a hint of smugness.

"Don't mind him, kid, Olympe meant no harm."

An elderly man with a full head of white hair walked up to Kyle and said gently, "In fact, we all know that your choice was the right one."

After the Portkey is used, the magic within those fragments will completely dissipate, gradually turning into a useless stone.

The elderly man wasn't dressed as formally as the others; instead, he was dressed quite fashionably.

He was wearing a light blue floral shirt, orange beach shorts, and a pair of large brown aviator sunglasses.

This look... all that's missing is a water gun.

"Mr. Nicolas Flamel"

"Oh, I'm so glad you recognized me." Nicolas Flamel smiled and extended his hand. "Just call me Nicolas, that's what everyone calls me. It makes me look younger."

For Nicolas Flamel, who was over six hundred years old, there was no difference between one hundred and twenty years old and twelve years old.

"Nic..." Kyle felt a little awkward, but he nodded anyway and gently shook hands with him.

Kyle's movements were so light, as if he were touching a block of tofu... Nicolas Flamel is hardly any firmer than tofu now.

At this moment, the others also came over.

"We meet again, child."

Mike Phil walked at the front, laughing as he said, "Welcome to Paris. This is Nicolas's former home. Let me introduce you. This is Madame Maxime, the headmistress of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Wizardry."

After hearing that you were coming to Paris, she made a special trip from her private estate in the Pyrenees to come here."

Kyle looked up, trying to meet her eyes as much as possible, and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Madame Maxime."

"Hello, kid." Olympe Maxime glanced at Kyle. "Interested in transferring to Beauxbatons?"

Kyle was a little stunned; he hadn't expected this guy to deliver such a critical blow right off the bat.

He then gently shook his head. "Hogwarts is great, and all my friends are there."

"That's a real shame," Olympe Maxime thought for a moment, "But if they'd like, they could transfer to Beauxbatons together..."

"Hey, Olympe, that won't do."

"This kid clearly prefers to study at Hogwarts," Mike Phil said with displeasure.

Good grief, not only did they poach students while Dumbledore was away, but they also poached a whole bunch of them... Just think about it, those who can become friends with Kyle must be some very outstanding students.

If she succeeds, Dumbledore will probably rush to Paris overnight... oh, and Minerva too.

"That depends on his own wishes, Doge."

Olympe Maxime looked at Kyle again. "So, son, would you like to transfer? I promise you'll have a great time at Beauxbatons. There are better professors there than at Hogwarts, and you'll make new friends."

"Forehead..."

Kyle paused for a moment, pondering how to refuse without being too impolite.

Hogwarts still has such a huge Basilisk waiting for him to take over; it's one of the Four Founders, a precious legacy left to him by Slytherin. How could he possibly transfer to another school?

Does Beauxbatons have Basilisk?

No! There's only a worthless crystal Astronomy Tower there.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Don't rush to refuse, child..."

A sly glint flashed in Olympe Maxime's eyes. "My promise remains valid until you leave."

Mike Phil seemed to realize something and said with some annoyance, "Oh, damn it, how could I forget about that girl with the Veela's blood? No wonder you brought her along!"

Olympe Maxime smiled without saying a word.

He leaned closer to Kyle and whispered, "Kid, do you have any Baruffio's Brain Elixir or any other sedatives with you?"

"No." Kyle shook his head.

Dean Sacia had given him almost all the common Potions, but notably none of them were Baruffio's Brain Elixir or Clarity Potion.

Moreover, he doesn't usually need these two Potions, so naturally he wouldn't carry them with him.

"Oh... that'll be troublesome. Here's what I'll do: I'll show you around the area..."

"Doge!" Olympe Maxime smiled at him. "You can't make the decision for him. Even if Dumbledore were here, I doubt he would take the boy away!"

But he's not here!

Mike Phil looked at Kyle, then at the smiling Olympe Maxime, and scratched his head in frustration. "Merlin's beard, I shouldn't have come today!"

"Doge, I have Potions ingredients and a cauldron I can lend you. Do you need them?" Nicolas said with a smile.

He had been watching from the sidelines the whole time, showing no intention of intervening, and now he was even wearing an expression that suggested he was enjoying the show.

Mike Phil sighed. "That's all we can do. Hopefully, it'll be in time..."

"I shouldn't have come today!"

He complained again, then looked at Kyle again and earnestly instructed, "Until I return, son, you must stay clear-headed. No matter what you see, keep a clear head. This is very important."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked towards the room behind the hall.

Olympe Maxime did not stop it.

Because at that moment, a girl suddenly appeared out of thin air in the middle of the hall.

She was also wearing a long robe made of peacock blue silk, and her long, silver hair cascaded down to her waist.

Her deep blue eyes were more beautiful than the enchanted ceiling, and they possessed an inexplicable charm.

Olympe Maxime laughed even harder, took the girl's hand, and led her to Kyle.

"Let me introduce you, Fleur Delacour, Beauxbatons ' best student."

"It's all over, all over..." Mike Phil covered his face and muttered, "Albus, I'm so sorry..."

Nicolas sat in the best spot, a bucket of freshly popped popcorn in his hand, looking like he was waiting for a good show.

However, to everyone's surprise, Kyle did not show the dazed or infatuated expression they expected. Instead, he calmly reached out and said:

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Kyle."