A Different Maxime

Phoebe picked up a yellow candy and put it in her mouth; her eyes immediately lit up.

"Tasty."

"That's Fizzing Whizzbees," Kyle said with a smile. "It's one of Honeydukes's best-selling candies. If you like it, I'll send you some more after school starts."

Phoebe was about to nod, but then she suddenly remembered something, frowned, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any gift."

She came with the mindset of competing, so naturally she didn't think about bringing any gifts.

She just didn't expect Kyle to be so easy to get along with. He was not only very humble, but also gave her a gift without being charmed by her.

This made Phoebe a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'll make it up next time we meet." Kyle waved his hand with a smile, and subtly stuffed the suitcase back into the bag.

"Alright, I'll definitely give you this gift again if we meet again."

Phoebe nodded. "And I'll send you some France specialty candies after school starts; I'm sure you'll like them."

Olympe Maxime observed the entire conversation and interaction between the two.

She nodded slightly, and the smile that had disappeared gradually reappeared on her face.

He was still just a twelve-year-old child. Although he resisted Phoebe's special charm, he still got nervous after spending a long time with her.

And now they've started giving gifts.

Although they couldn't bring him back to Beauxbatons on the spot, it was still a good start.

Moreover, it would be terrifying if this child named Kyle really didn't react at all.

The Wizarding World has never lacked talented young wizards, but those who are both talented and mature are rare.

She had previously been thinking that if the event were to be successfully held, perhaps an Age Line should be set to exclude Kyle.

Looking back now, there was no need to do it deliberately; it's better to just let things take their natural course.

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, Olympe Maxime stopped paying attention to the chattering Mike Phil.

She walked over, deliberately keeping a straight face, and said, "I didn't expect Dumbledore to tell you about that."

"To leak information that requires strict confidentiality to a student is something that has never happened before."

"What is it?" Kyle blinked, asking, puzzled.

Olympe Maxime stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed. "Not bad, you have a pretty good sense of secrecy."

"Remember, that matter is still under strict secrecy. It's best to keep it to yourself. If it leaks out, it could ruin everything."

Kyle was even more confused.

But Olympe Maxime continued, "It seems you guessed that Phoebe would also be attending, which is why you said you would meet again, right?"

But you're not wrong, Phoebe will definitely participate.

Kyle opened his mouth.

He really wanted to tell Olympe Maxime that he had just been being polite.

It's like saying "I'll treat you to dinner later," a special way of talking that falls somewhere between the truth and a lie.

He has plenty of candies, and they're not worth much money, so why should he care?

However, Kyle quickly realized what Olympe Maxime meant.

Triwizard Tournament!

It must be kept strictly confidential; Phoebe will definitely participate... and that's the only way.

But isn't the Triwizard Tournament not going to start for another two years? Why are they already discussing it so early?

Kyle thought this, but his expression remained unchanged.

Olympe Maxime lowered his head and complained, "It's all Karkaroff's fault, that coward! We were almost at a decision, but after hearing about Hogwarts, he got scared and hid away."

"It's just a wandering spirit, what's there to be afraid of? That food..."

"Olympe!"

Mike Phil suddenly shouted, "There are children here!"

"I'm sorry..." Olympe Maxime paused for a moment, "I just don't understand what Durmstrang was thinking, letting such a coward be the principal."

"Karkaroff might really have something important to do," Mike Phil thought for a moment and said, "Didn't he say he was taking a kid to the Quidditch team tryouts?"

Do you believe that?

Olympe Maxime scoffed, "Even if that kid is a Quidditch prodigy, is it worth it for a headmaster to personally send him to the selection process? And all the way to such a far place..."

"When did Durmstrang become so interested in Quidditch? I always thought their Broomstick were only for shoveling snow!"

"Perhaps they have changed."

"So we just have to wait like this?" Olympe Maxime said angrily. "It's all been agreed upon that it will be held next year."

But now... who knows how long this will drag on!

"There's nothing we can do about it," Mike Phil shook his head. "Karkaroff represents Durmstrang; if he's absent, the matter has to be put on hold for now."

"Heh..." Olympe Maxime sneered.

Frustrated, she vented her anger on Mike Phil, "Don't just stand there! Weren't you going to brew Potions? I'm waiting to see your results!"

"Sorry, I suddenly don't want to..."

Before Mike Phil could finish speaking, he found his feet suddenly leaving the ground.

Olympe Maxime grabbed him by the collar and carried him like a chick to the room behind the hall.

"Wait, what are you doing? Don't pull me! Let go, let go! I don't want to endure this anymore!"

Mike Phil struggled desperately, but the size difference was too great, and he was eventually dragged into the small dark room.

Phoebe stared in disbelief at all of this, her worldview shattered.

In the hearts of all Beauxbatons students, Madame Maxime has always been synonymous with elegance and self-restraint.

She never imagined that this professor, who was supposed to be the perfect etiquette teacher, would behave so... rudely today.

"Don't be surprised, child."

Nicolas finally put down his popcorn and said with a smile, "They're old friends, so it's understandable that they might be a little unrestrained when they're together."

Once you return to school, you will naturally see the elegant Olympe again.

Oh, and by the way, remember to keep it a secret for her.

Phoebe nodded mechanically.

"Want to go take a look?" Nicolas invited with a smile. "Mike Phil rarely demonstrates his Potions skills; this is a rare opportunity."

"May I?"

"Of course, no problem."

Nicolas led Kyle and Phoebe toward the room, but as soon as they reached the door, they heard a series of clanging and banging sounds coming from inside.

Kyle and Phoebe both looked at Nicolas Flamel.

"Oh, you don't need to worry at all."

Nicolas seemed used to this and calmly said, "It'll be fine in a bit."