Beauxbatons School of Magic was nestled among the mountains. After taking a carriage through a magical energy field, they could see Beauxbatons Castle, seeming to grow straight out of the rock and blend seamlessly with the surrounding peaks.
The castle resembled a crown as a whole. Several conical, deep-blue spires rose from its towering Romanesque towers, radiating a tranquil glow beneath the sunlight.
The castle had stood majestically for over seven centuries, yet time had left not the slightest mark upon its walls. They remained an elegant creamy white, without even a trace of moss.
"Of course you can't see any traces..." Fleur Delacour said, raising her chin slightly like a white swan stretching its neck.
After all, this was her home ground, so naturally she introduced Beauxbatons with pride. "We have people come to clean it every month. Not a single corner can be overlooked."
Built against the mountain, the castle's gardens resembled tiers of steps, spreading downward along the slope. The hedges were trimmed with meticulous care, while all manner of pristine white statues stood scattered throughout.
Those white statues also served as fountains. The water pouring from their outlets was mixed with glittering motes of light. It rippled through the pools, and a thin mist pervaded the gardens, creating a dreamlike scene.
Fleur Delacour continued, "And these gardens—the varieties are changed every season. You can take a good sniff..."
While Fleur Delacour introduced Beauxbatons, Harry and the others said nothing. They even wanted to change the subject.
At least so far, when comparing Beauxbatons Castle with Hogwarts Castle, the only advantage Hogwarts had was probably that it had been built earlier... at least three hundred years earlier than Beauxbatons Castle.
"You can feel it, right? The fragrance of flowers drifting through the air..." Fleur Delacour asked. "Only