Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 203 Beauxbaton's Strange Girl

Hera opened her eyes again, and in front of her was a tall woman, she was really not small, she had a handsome olive face, a pair of big black watery eyes, and a very pointed nose.Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck.She was wrapped from head to toe in black satin, and at her neck and thick fingers gleamed with many rich opals.

It looks more noble and elegant than Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel.

"Welcome, Professor Lestrange, I have heard Mr. Nick Flamel mention you a long time ago."

"Thank you for your welcome, Madam Maxim." Hera bowed slightly, expressing her respect to the woman in front of her.

As the principal of the Beauxbaton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry named after Hogwarts, Hera is not foolish to believe that she will be much simpler than Dumbledore's old bee.

Her face relaxed, and an elegant smile spread out, and her gleaming hand moved a few steps towards Hera.

Hera was definitely not short, but she hardly bent down when kissing this hand.

Hera dared to bet that this was definitely the largest person he had ever seen - except for Hagrid of course, she definitely had giant blood in her body!
How could a normal wizard grow to such an exaggerated height! ?
"As early as last year, I heard that Mr. Nick Flamel took in a proud student. I didn't expect that Mr. Lestrange is really young and promising." Mrs. Maxim said in a low voice, "I hope you can spend a good time in Beauxbatons in the next year."

"Thank you, I think I will maintain a good mood to spend the next time in such a beautiful campus." Hera said, his words are completely true, he can get a pretty good teaching life in Hogwarts, let alone Beauxbatons with such a beautiful environment.

Best of all, there's no troublesome messiah trio here - Hermione will still be standing solidly beside Harry and Ron.

Because it was a holiday, there were no students in the castle, but Hera could imagine that after school started, this flower-like square must be full of students, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces.

As one of the three major magic schools in Europe, Beauxbatons naturally has its own unique coat of arms and even its own school newspaper - which is not available at Hogwarts. Everyone reads the "Daily Prophet".Beauxbaton's sigil is two golden crossed wands with three stars emerging from each.

The biggest difference from Hogwarts is probably that Beauxbatons does not have branching houses. Every student here is not rigidly divided into different colleges, and everyone has unlimited room for development.

In fact, this is where Hera has the most complaints about the Hogwarts system, but considering that the founders of Hogwarts are the four greatest wizards at that time, it seems understandable.

The school day was not far away, and other teachers returned to the school one after another. Hera also discovered the difference between France and England. Most of the teachers here spoke in French. Even if they used English, they probably all spoke with a local accent. This caused Hera a big headache, and he had to work hard to learn French.

There is no magic potion in the wizarding world that allows people to instantly learn another language like in Doraemon. Even if it exists, it is definitely not something Hera can afford.

Hera had to work hard on French.

After about a week of cramming, Hera's spoken English has been comprehensible to others—limited to daily communication, good morning, good night, good weather today, etc.
On the first night of school, Hera sat in the guest seat, which was similar to Hogwarts, where the faculty and staff sat in the guest seat, and the students sat below to eat.

Among the students, a girl caught Hera's attention, and she unconsciously focused on her body. Even the velvety black ceiling with dots of starlight couldn't make Hera's eyes move away.

She has a very beautiful appearance, with waist-length silver hair and blue eyes shining with silver light, and there is a little girl by her side.

Hera's mind went blank, only feeling a kind of extreme joy.Everything in the world is unimportant, as long as he can keep looking at that girl, it is enough, because

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded, and Hera got out of that crazy state directly. Fortunately, he didn't make any gaffes, but many of the young wizards in the audience leaned exaggeratedly, and some even fell to the ground, or made postures as if they were going to dive from the diving board, and stayed there motionless.

Just as Hera was about to turn her head to express her gratitude, she saw the man who snorted coldly, eating his dinner with his head bowed. His robe was like the luxury of France, rolling in silver brilliance. In comparison, Hera's cloak was a bit too 'low-key' - well, in fact, it was very poor in comparison.

This person, Hera had an impression, he remembered that it was Professor Luke Milfler, who was in charge of teaching Potions.

God knows if all the masters of Potions in the world are equally annoying. He also has the same bad temper as Snape, the only difference is that he probably has a cleanliness freak and hates people soiling his robes.

Beauxbatons is definitely a school with a very strict management system, because at the freshman dinner, as soon as Mrs. Maxim entered, all the students immediately stood up to welcome him. This made Hera a little at a loss. He didn't know whether he should stand up together. He was relieved only when he saw that the professors beside him just stopped and sat down, and even Professor Luke put down their knives and forks.

Fortunately, he didn't touch the dinner in front of him.

In fact, only Luke Milfleur touched the dinner in front of him, and no one else touched a knife and fork. Even though the Bouillabaisse (French bouillabaisse) was a little cold, they were still waiting for Madame Maxime.

Because there was no sorting ceremony, Madam Maxim only took the first seat in the guest table, and made a short opening speech to welcome the freshmen, and the dinner officially started.

Hera lowered her head to savor the completely different style of food from England, her hands moved quickly, and she silently planned in her heart that she must find a way to get Kreacher to Beauxbatons.

Even though he taught Cowper for nearly two years, it still couldn't cook a meal that satisfied Hera. On the contrary, Kreacher's cooking skills were simply superb—at least Hera had seen it, and it even surpassed Manglan.

the next morning
(End of this chapter)