When he went downstairs, all he saw were students leaving their seats.
Well, he had spent quite a while in his office.
John shook his head helplessly. He had missed it just like that.
It was no big deal.
Or rather, the one with a big problem was probably Hagrid.
John stood in front of the courtyard's wall of greenery, swearing he had not meant to eavesdrop.
"Olympe, what's wrong?"
Hagrid could not understand why Madame Maxime had ignored him all day.
After all, they had been corresponding for so long, and had even ventured among the giants together.
He had liked Madame Maxime for a long time, and had always believed she liked him too.
Unable to keep his feelings to himself, Hagrid had sought out Madame Maxime after the gathering in the Great Hall to ask her.
Madame Maxime glanced at Hagrid and sneered. "What's wrong with me?"
"I said hello, but you wouldn't even acknowledge me," Hagrid muttered. "I even got you some tulips."
"Rubeus, I have something to ask you," Madame Maxime interrupted. "Have you given any thought to transferring schools?"
"Huh?" At the mention of transferring, Hagrid said guiltily, "I don't think we need to do that."
Afraid Madame Maxime would get angry, he hurriedly added, "Hogwarts is my old school. Of course I have to serve it."
"Then can't you come to Beauxbatons for my sake?" Madame Maxime demanded angrily. "By the Wizard King's cauldron, how much longer are we going to carry on like this?"
"I told you two years ago that you could come to Beauxbatons, and we could live together in France."
"But you always refuse to let go of Hogwarts, or that giant brother of yours," Madame Maxime said shrilly. "He's a big boy now. You can learn to let