As the group approached, they indeed saw that the fountain's water changed color depending on the angle of their gaze, flowing from clear and transparent to gentle pink, tranquil blue, and luxurious gold.
The air is still filled with the faint fragrance of spring water; taking a breath brings a sense of comfort and relaxation.
The fatigue from the journey has vanished; this is the magical effect of fountain restoration and beautification.
Hermione crouched down and gently touched the cool water beside the fountain.
The moment she touched her fingers, she noticed the slight redness from the chafing during her journey vanished instantly. A look of surprise crossed her eyes. "This spring water really does have restorative properties."
"Of course," Pheobe explained with a smile, standing beside her.
"If students at Beauxbatons accidentally hurt their hands or feet, they come here to scoop up a handful of spring water, and their small wounds heal quickly."
"Moreover, legend has it that making a wish in front of a fountain and then splashing the water on your cheeks can make your appearance more refined, but this beautifying effect requires long-term persistence to be effective."
Draco walked around the fountain, his gaze landing on the alchemical runes on the statue and its base, a smirk playing on his lips.
" Nicolas Flamel's alchemical skills are indeed well-deserved; the arrangement of these runes is quite ingenious."
He reached out and lightly touched a rune on the stone railing. A faint magical fluctuation flashed across his finger, and the fountain water splashed up in a small spray before returning to normal.
Seeing this, the school worker sent by Madame Maxime whispered, " Mr. Malfoy also studies alchemical runes? The runes on this fountain were personally engraved by Nicolas Flamel for Beauxbatons, containing the essence of his alchemical magic."
"I know a little bit." Draco nodded slightly, saying nothing more, but the interest in his eyes deepened.
After leaving the Nicolas Flamel Fountain, the group followed the school janitor to the greenhouse garden.
Unlike the glass greenhouse at Hogwarts, Beauxbatons ' greenhouse is made of transparent magical crystal.
The overall design features a French-style dome, with sunlight streaming through the crystal dome. The temperature and humidity inside the greenhouse are precisely controlled by magic, creating a spring-like environment all year round.
The greenhouse is filled with all sorts of rare magical plants, including the fire lily from Africa, whose petals burn with a faint magical flame that does not scorch the branches and leaves.
There is the Northern Europe ice fern, whose leaves are covered with ice crystals that never melt, and which release a cool, chilly aura.
There are also France native fragrant roses, with large blossoms and a rich aroma.
The petals can be used to extract top-quality magical perfumes and are also commonly used decorative flowers in Beauxbatons etiquette classes.
Pheobe casually plucked a fragrant rose and tucked it into Hermione's hair, smiling as she said, " Beauxbatons fragrant roses are the finest adornment; they suit you perfectly."
Hermione reached out and touched the rose in her hair, the sweet fragrance of the flower lingering in her nostrils. She thanked Pheobe, but her cheeks flushed slightly.
She caught a glimpse of Draco looking at her, his eyes filled with a gentle smile.
Gabrielle was particularly interested in the magical mimosa plant in the greenhouse. She gently touched its leaves, and the leaves immediately closed up, making a crisp "clucking" sound, like a child's laughter.
This made Gabrielle giggle and tease her repeatedly.
Afterwards, the group visited Beauxbatons Great Hall.
The dome of the Great Hall was enchanted with a magical effect, reflecting the starry sky of southern France, where stars twinkled.
The long table in the Great Hall was covered with a snow-white velvet tablecloth and set with exquisite silver cutlery.
Portraits of past principals of Beauxbatons hang on the wall, and the people in the portraits occasionally nod to passersby.
The space where the ice sculptures were displayed was empty during Christmas, but the spaciousness that had been reserved was still evident.
The school staff explained that every Christmas, the Wood Nymph Choir stands on the steps of the Great Hall and sings French serenades for the teachers and students having lunch, while the ice sculptures change shape in time with the music.
As they passed the classroom area, the group glanced at the classrooms from afar; Beauxbatons ' classroom doors were carved solid wood doors.
The doors are engraved with different magical symbols, representing different courses, reflecting the school's strict etiquette education.
The school staff specifically reminded them that they were not allowed to enter the teaching area, so the group only stopped briefly on the outside before continuing on their way.
Throughout the journey, Draco remained true to his admiration for French elegance, occasionally offering his comments on Beauxbatons ' architectural design and decorative style.
From the silver tableware in the Great Hall to the trimmed hedges in the garden, and the crystal dome in the greenhouse, every detail reflects meticulous attention to detail, which makes the school staff even more respectful towards him.
Hermione strolled around, silently noting down Beauxbatons ' magical setup.
Then, comparing the Hogwarts magic system, he secretly pondered the differences in teaching methods and the characteristics of magic application among different magic schools.
Occasionally, I would ask the school janitor a few questions about French magic, and the janitor would patiently answer them.
As the sun set, their tour came to a close. The golden afterglow bathed the white palace in Beauxbatons, casting a warm glow over the entire school.
The magical flowers in the garden bloomed with even more vibrant colors in the afterglow, and the fountain water reflected golden light.
Gabrielle held Pheobe's hand, their steps slow and leisurely, clearly not having had enough of sightseeing yet. She muttered softly, "I wish we could stay here a few more days."
Pheobe ruffled her hair and laughed, "I'm afraid you'll get tired of looking at me after I enroll in school."
"I'll never get tired of it!"
Draco asked Hermione:
" Miss Granger, what do you think of Beauxbatons? Isn't it much more refined Hogwarts?"
"They are indeed beautiful, each with its own unique charm. Hogwarts has its ancient and profound history, while Beauxbatons has its elegant and refined beauty," Hermione said frankly.
The school janitor smiled and said, "If you all like it, you are welcome to visit anytime in the future. Madame Maxime will certainly welcome you."
The group thanked the school janitor and slowly walked towards the carriage at the school gate, preparing to leave Beauxbatons.
Leaving the white palace in Beauxbatons, the silver Thestral carriage slowly drove away from the campus, their wheels rolling over the cobblestone streets of the countryside, gradually leaving the sea of flowers and fountains behind.
Gabrielle leaned on Pheobe's shoulder, her fingers still twirling a Beauxbatons perfumed rose.
She chattered on, savoring the fountain's magic. Pheobe listened with a smile, occasionally chiming in, then turned to look at Hermione and Draco across from her and chuckled:
"Since you're in France, why not stay a few more days and explore? The magical districts and Muggle landmarks of Paris are worth seeing; I can be your guide."
"There are indeed many places we haven't been to yet," Draco said. " The Malfoy family has several private residences in Paris, originally built for family visits. They're very well-maintained and perfect for a few days' stay."
"Then why didn't you just mention it from the beginning? Why did you even think about staying in a hotel?" Hermione blurted out.