Even Merlin Can't Save Him, I Said So!

A seven-colored flame ignites in the dense forest.

At the top of the flames sat a Dahei. Seawater was boiling inside, and it began to bubble and boil within just ten seconds, with thick steam constantly rising from it.

"What kind of fire is that?" the Werewolf asked, like a curious child. "It's so powerful!"

"The Gubraithian Fire, also known as the Eternal Fire, is a magically enchanted flame that can burn forever," William explained, glancing at her.

He actually "took" this thing from the Chamber of Secrets.

This precious magical flame has been placed on the wall of the Chamber of Secrets Sanctuary, burning silently for a thousand years.

If you didn't see it, fine, but if you did see it and didn't take it, that's a crime, and you'll be struck by lightning!

William suddenly remembered that he still had four large emeralds, set in the snake's eyes on the door of the Chamber of Secrets, waiting for him to retrieve them.

William wasn't interested in the jewels... but Tom had caused him both psychological and physical harm, so shouldn't he at least compensate him?

Since Tom has run away, and he is the Heir of Slytherin and the owner of the Chamber of Secrets of Secrets, it is both morally and logically that the contents of the Chamber of Secrets should be returned to William.

This is perfectly reasonable. Even if the case were taken directly to Slytherin and Ravenclaw themselves, William would have a perfectly legitimate reason to stand up for himself!

Why do you speak so forcefully?

Because we have a clear conscience!

William wasn't after those jewels, nor was he thinking of himself.

All he wants is fairness!

He should pay compensation for assault, no problem. As for whether the gemstone is valuable or not, that's completely unimportant. He doesn't care about that.

William added a lot more water to the large pot, then took out a cup of rich dragon blood and dripped a drop into it.

With just a single drop, the pot of seawater immediately turned blood red. He quickly added water to dilute it.

"Don't forget the single malt whisky," Phoebe carefully reminded her. "Madame Maxime's Abraxan only drinks that."

William was speechless; he was really picky.

This is just like those people who don't drink boiled water, only sugary drinks; who don't eat regular meals, only instant noodles with eggs... extravagant!

Burning with the power of Eternal Fire: the mixed liquid inside the pot evaporated continuously, quickly spreading towards the mountains.

That's right, they're using this hardcore method to lure out the Abraxan. The Abraxan has a keen sense of smell and can detect the scent of dragon blood in the air from a great distance.

Dragon blood has a fatal attraction for Thestral, and the same is true for Abraxan.

The aroma of malt will definitely attract the Abraxan. There's no need for William and his men to waste time going back and forth to Beauxbatons to steal the horse.

Beauxbatons Castle,

It is a beautiful French-style palace nestled in the mountains.

On one side of the palace lies a beautiful lake— Emerald Lake.

There is a small island in the center of the lake.

There's a pavilion on the island!

The night was alluring, and a beautiful woman sat in the pavilion, holding a Kneazle.

The woman had an olive-colored face, large, dark, watery eyes, and her hair was combed back.

She was dressed from head to toe in a gorgeous black satin gown, and a slightly bulky Kneazle nestled lazily against her chest, yawning in a charmingly endearing manner.

Maxime kicked off his sprained ankle high heels, revealing himself only in purple stockings. Holding a glass of Romanée-Conti, he swirled it and gazed dreamily into the distance.

A fountain built with magic sprays out seven-colored lake water, like a rainbow.

This fountain has stood for over 700 years.

Madame Maxime, her eyes glazed, chuckled softly, "How lonely I am."

"Does a lady also feel lonely?"

Maxime took a sip of red wine, then rubbed the Kneazle's head, frowning.

When she turned her head, her smile had vanished, and she saw a familiar, greasy middle-aged man— Louis XVI!

Louis XVI is a king who is famous in France history and even in world history.

After all, only three kings in Europe history were executed, Louis XVI was one of them... and he was even executed by the guillotine that he himself improved!

At this moment, Louis XVI, dressed in the magnificent attire of the France court, held his head as if he were holding a helmet.

It looks extremely terrifying.

He wore an elegant, aristocratic smile, but his eyes couldn't help glancing at Maxime's long legs.

He's obviously a seasoned pervert!

Maxime glanced at him with disgust; she had wanted this ghost out of Beauxbatons for a long time.

Unfortunately, she couldn't get rid of him.

Because Louis XVI donated a lot of money to Beauxbatons, and his wife was a woman who spent money recklessly, the national treasury was eventually emptied.

Later, they convened the Estates-General in an attempt to get approval for the king to impose new taxes, which ultimately led to the France Revolutions.

Louis XVI's death was partly related to Beauxbatons; after he became a ghost, the then-principal promised to let him remain in Beauxbatons forever.

"Where did Phoebe go?" Louis XVI asked after pacing around. "Wasn't she supposed to be at school for summer vacation?"

Unlike other schools, Beauxbatons takes the OWL level exams in sixth grade instead of fifth grade. Phoebe spent the summer at school.

"She went to Biarritz."

"Why go there? What's so great about Biarritz? I've never seen her go there in all the years I've been at school."

"That's because," Maxime said with a smile, "That kid Stark came to France, so he must have gone to see him."

"Stark? Who's that?!"

"Hmm... just an ordinary little United Kingdom wizard, but he apparently destroyed Notre-Dame de Paris a few days ago."

"..."

"Is nobody in charge?! What about the France puppet government? What about those thugs?" Louis XVI roared. "That's where I was crowned..."

Louis XVI cursed Mitterrand, calling him a lackey of thugs, before recovering from his dejection and laughing, "Madam, I was out of sorts just now. The night is long and I have no desire to sleep. Perhaps..."

Just then, a person came running from afar in a panic. "Madam, something terrible has happened!"

The woman was extremely tall, nearly 1.9 meters. Her face was round and rough, with a row of protruding, uneven teeth. Her mouth was horribly wide, and her lips were as fat as caterpillars. Her hair was yellow, like dirty straw, fragile and dry.

"What's wrong, Brienne? How about a glass of red wine?" Maxime said with a gentle smile.

"No, I never drink." Brienne ignored Louis XVI and said loudly, "Your Abraxan..."

"What's wrong with them? I know the weather's been weird lately, and that beast is nearby, about to give birth... Just add more Calming Draught to the malt whiskey."

"But the Abraxan suddenly became restless, as if something was attracting them," Brienne said.

Maxime suddenly looked up.

Even without Brienne pointing it out, she saw it. Hundreds of Abraxan flew into the air, standing out conspicuously in the moonlight.

The Abraxan neighed and flew towards the Pyrenees.

"Ah!" Maxime screamed as the crystal glass shattered on the floor, scattering Romanée-Conti everywhere.

"Get all the professors and ghosts still in school to search... Don't let me find out who did it, I will never let him get away with it!"

Merlin couldn't keep him either, I told you!

Hermione felt a pang of unease seeing over a hundred Abraxan horses. They had only intended to catch a few, so why were they all here?

I've heard that Abraxan are very expensive. If a few of them accidentally die, wouldn't we be bankrupt from paying the compensation?

William patted Hermione's hand reassuringly, "It's alright. Notre-Dame de Paris has been destroyed, what's a few horses?"

Hermione thought about it and realized it made perfect sense!

As long as Maxime doesn't find out, the Werewolf woman is unlikely to betray him, and Phoebe is practically one of their own... probably.

"Everyone ride one horse," William said. "The rest can stay here."

The Dahei couldn't wait to straighten up, its two huge front paws pawing at the Abraxan's rear end, as if it wanted to climb up.

Quick! Dahei, please stop your Teddy behavior immediately!

William glanced at the dog, thinking, "I'll definitely chop it up when we get back! I won't even spare the Abraxan."

Beast!

Finally, the three men, the Werewolf, and the black dog, riding five Abraxan, flew into the sky, crossed the sea, and headed towards a small island.

The Dahei stood alone on the back of a horse, and couldn't help but raise its head, look at the moon, and howl.

If there were a sound system at this moment, probably only the Weifengtang could match it!

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