Kyle's Bad Habit

Kyle remained calm and did not act rudely at all.

Phoebe also gracefully extended her hand:

"Hello, Fleur Delacour."

The two shook hands gently.

Kyle had never studied French, yet he could inexplicably understand Phoebe's words, as if there was an invisible translation device in the room.

Nicolas sat beside him, munching on popcorn with a smile.

A House-elf, dressed like a race car driver and wearing goggles and a helmet, stood to the side holding a glass of white wine.

I've heard of you.

Phoebe looked Kyle up and down and said, "He saved more than fifty people and thus became the youngest member of the Order of Merlin."

The news that the Order of Merlin had suddenly decided to award a second-class medal to a twelve-year-old wizard a few days ago caused a sensation throughout the Wizarding World, and Phoebe was naturally aware of it as well.

In the entire Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, excluding Professor Emeritus Nicolas Flamel, there are only two medal recipients.

Principal Madame Maxime, Level 2.

Alchemy Professor Viktor, Level 3.

The fact that a Hogwarts student even younger than her had received a Second Class Order of Merit was bound to Phoebe's curiosity.

Of course, some people disagreed.

So when she learned that Kyle was coming to France to see Nicolas Flamel, she asked Principal Olympe Maxime to bring her along as well.

For some reason, Olympe Maxime readily agreed.

This is one of the benefits of being an alumnus.

After all, Nicolas Flamel was a graduate of Beauxbatons, and as the current principal of his alma mater, Olympe Maxime could easily bring someone over.

However, after meeting Kyle, Phoebe's first impression of him was quite good.

Because she has one-quarter of the Veela bloodline in her body, Phoebe is born with a special charm.

Even some professors at the university would make a fool of themselves when they first met her.

But Kyle didn't.

Phoebe could tell that his eyes were always very bright.

"It's hard to imagine that they could defeat such a terrifying beast."

"It was just good luck; two professors happened to be there too."

Kyle said half-jokingly, "I just rushed over in a moment of impulse, without thinking too much."

And I dare say, if you were in my shoes, you would have made the same choice."

"Of course," Phoebe said proudly, raising her head. "Beauxbatons students have never lacked the courage to face danger."

I don't know if it was just my imagination, but when she said those words, her intangible charm seemed to grow even stronger.

Her waterfall-like silver hair shone even brighter, as if it were glowing, and even the surrounding wave-like ceiling seemed much dimmer.

Mike Phil's heart, which had just settled down, was in suspense again.

But Kyle remained unaffected.

Occlumency is not only Legilimency, but it can also resist almost all mental magic.

Allure is no exception.

Moreover, Kyle was after Voldemort's Horcrux, so he was extremely diligent in learning Occlumency and didn't dare to slack off at all.

Even if Phoebe only had a quarter of the Veela bloodline, it wouldn't matter; even if her Veela grandmother came, it wouldn't make a difference.

That's a real shame.

Seeing the two chatting happily, Olympe Maxime's smile gradually disappeared... no, it should be said that it transferred to Mike Phil's face.

"Didn't expect that, did you, Olympe?" he said lightly. "Your little scheme has failed."

"What are you talking about..." Olympe Maxime said calmly, "Weren't those two kids having a good chat?"

"Ha!" Mike Phil chuckled, without bothering to expose her.

"But you, Doge," Olympe Maxime glanced at him and said casually, "Didn't you just say you were going to brew Baruffio's Brain Elixir? Why are you still here?"

I'm curious... are you sure you can still make those complicated Potions now?

Neither Baruffio's Brain Elixir nor its Awakening Potion are simple Potions; they take a long time to make and involve a complicated process. A problem in any step can cause the Potions to malfunction.

Even wizards who frequently deal with Potions cannot guarantee success every time.

"As far as I know, you haven't touched a crucible in over a decade," Olympe Maxime said, giving him a suspicious look.

"It's nine years!" Mike Phil corrected. "I was invited to that Potions Tournament, and I was the one who presented the trophy to the champion!"

"Oh, yes, just that one time. I haven't invited you again since."

Olympe Maxime said casually, "I still have that newspaper from that time. It praised the Shimmering Potion as Invigoration Draught, and even took a sip at the end... Tsk, you really stole the show."

Mike Phil's face flushed bright red, and he stubbornly argued, "I was... I saw they were too nervous, so I did it on purpose... How can you say I'm admitting a mistake!"

Then came some difficult-to-understand remarks, such as "the commonalities of Potions" and "live up the atmosphere."

Now, the smile shifted to Nicolas's face.

Watching old friends bicker was his second favorite pastime after appreciating opera. It was just a Dumbledore wasn't there this time; otherwise, it would have been even more exciting.

On the other hand, Kyle and Phoebe got along much better.

The two exchanged views on educational issues between different schools and made an initial commitment to make progress together.

Simply put: We're not familiar with each other, so there's not much to talk about; we can only discuss studying.

After exchanging a few words, Phoebe looked at Kyle's hand and asked curiously, "I was just about to ask, why did you suddenly take out a box...?"

"Uh... I'm used to it." Kyle nervously put his hands behind his back and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Don't misunderstand, it's just an ordinary box, something I use to store things."

"Habit?" Phoebe was even more puzzled.

Do people at Hogwarts need a chest to chat?

This is so strange, and she'd never heard of it before.

"Oh, I mean... it's just one of my little quirks, you don't need to worry about it."

Kyle became even more nervous.

The main reason was that he had acquired too many Fantastic Beasts at Hogwarts, and just now, when he thought of the Veela, he couldn't help but take out the box.

Fortunately, the real box was with Dumbledore; he only had an ordinary one, so others probably wouldn't be able to tell anything from it.

Moreover, if he actually took Newt's trunk and casually stuffed Phoebe inside, that would be a real mess.

He estimates that he will have a very difficult time leaving Paris alive.

To ease the awkwardness, Kyle opened the box, pulled out a dozen candies, and handed them over. "Oh, and these are for you."

Phoebe took it instinctively.

"Candy?"

"Well, I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare anything special as a gift."

Kyle said, "But these are all the most popular sweets at Hogwarts, and they taste really good."