Chapter 260: Paris time flowing

In fact, this is not a weather suitable for outdoor play.
The temperature in Paris has not risen too high, of course, it is generally not hot here. It's just today, but there is a light rain under the ground.
"It makes me think we haven't actually left London at all."
Needless to say, Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, also came to France with him, although it was said that he had come to visit his old friends, but where would Maca believe his gossip?
At the moment, the three were sheltering from the rain in a Muggle cafe in Saint Michel's Square, and by the way, they could enjoy the historical scenery of the ancient building style.
Speaking of which, it is actually very close to Drakul's house. Crossing the River Seine is the suburb of Giverny.
Maca leaned against the brown floor-to-ceiling window in the cafe, watching the fine raindrops gently hit the glass, and then meandering down, drawing a hazy water mark on the glass window.
Perhaps it was because the rain came suddenly, most of the passersby on the street were in a hurry, passing quickly in the dense rain curtain.
Luna and her father seemed very curious about everything about Muggles. From time to time, they reached out and touched the bell on the table. Maca just showed them how to use this gadget, and they could seem to like the crisp A pleasant ringtone.
"It sounds good to hear the rain in Paris occasionally, and it feels less sticky than London."
Maca took a sip of coffee, smiled casually, and then decisively picked up the milk jug and added more.
"... I thought that in this environment, you could taste a bit more bitterness," he shrugged, "but it doesn't seem to be different ... I shouldn't be used to drinking, or I'm not used to it."
"Sweet is better than bitter," Luna whispered, holding up the cup and trying it out, and then spit out her tongue gently, "... but I prefer to be sweet and bitter first. Sweet after bitter. "
Maca has long been accustomed to Luna's state. Suddenly, she is a philosophical girl, and sometimes she can really get some good insights.
He nodded indifferently, and set his gaze out of the window, looking far away towards the pale gray sky.
The three sat in this cafe for a long time until they had lunch, and then they walked southeast towards the wet streets that had already been cleared.
There are always bright embellishments outside the roadside shops, adding a little French romance to this historic road.
If you mention the town of Giverny in the suburbs with Muggle in Paris, many people will think of the famous painter Claude Monet who pioneered the Impressionism.
In this small town, the former residence of Mr. Monet's garden is a beautiful landscape.
The Drakul family is on a small hill not far from the town of Giverny.
"... It should be right here."
Marka couldn't help but admire the colorful flowers in front of her eyes.
The Dracour house is a common-looking double-storey French-style house with pale yellow brick walls, bright brown-red wooden doors, and black wet under the eaves. chimney.
And all this, drowned in a whole lush flowering branch, the rich and fragrant breath rushed towards the face.
If you ignore the little fairies who are flying among the flowers and leaves, I believe everyone will think that the only Muggle family living here is just right.
Seeing that Lovegood's father and daughter were still immersed in the beauty of this small garden, Maca did not disturb them, but went to the door first.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk"
Knocking at the wooden door with his fingers lightly, when he heard a response from the room, he took a step back and looked up under the eaves. There were also a few delicate wind chimes hanging there, and as the breeze collided with each other, there were bursts of relaxing bells.
"Creak"
The door was pushed open from the inside, and Maca lowered her head, and the first thing she saw was a dazzling golden color.
"Mr. McLean!"
It was little Gabrielle who came out to open the door, and she immediately smiled when she saw Maca. Then Maca noticed that the dazzling golden color just now was the light reflected by Gabrielle's hair in the early sunshine after the rain.
Maca couldn't help turning her head and glanced at Luna.
Yes, he prefers Luna's pale blonde long hair to the bright golden long hair of Sister Dracula. Soft and delicate, people can't help but want the flowing gold to pass quietly in the fingers.
"Sister, Mr McLean is here!"
Gabri didn't even think it was time to let Marka enter the house, so he ran into the house, and it seemed that he was running upstairs.
Maca stood still in tears and laughed, and it was obviously rude to wait for the host to come out unintentionally, especially since this was his first visit.
It didn't take long before he heard a burst of French inside. Immediately afterwards, a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. McLean?" She smiled softly. "Come in now! My husband and I have heard Furong say that there will be two distinguished guests this summer vacation ... oh you Didn't your companion come? "
When Maca heard the words, she immediately smiled awkwardly, and then gave up a position and pointed back: "Sorry, for the sake of coming, I'm Maca McLean. And it's not only me and Luna her father also Come here together. "
"Oh, presumably you are Mrs. Drakul?" Mr. Lovegood had noticed at the moment, and he turned around, and then strode toward this side in a hurry, "I'm glad to see you my name is Chenofilius Lovgood, this is my daughter, Lunalovgood ... "
As he said, he beckoned to Lu Nalian who was still in the sea of ​​flowers: "... Luna, come and say hello."
Dinner was eaten at Drakul's house that day.
Hibiscus and Gabrielle's father came home from work, and the crowd was lively. Then Maca and Lovegood declined the warm invitation to stay at Drakul's house and took Luna to Giverny town. Stayed at the hotel all night.
No way, Drakul's house is not large, and the two men always have different inconveniences. Instead of staying in their house, it is better to stay in a hotel.
In the next few days, the two sisters Furong took Maca and others to play around, leaving countless laughs and memories on the beautiful river Seine.
...
"This way, right behind this mountain ..."
Deep in the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French palace in the mountains. It is surrounded by majestic gardens and fountains built with magic, shining in the sun.
Boothparton Castle has been standing here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history cannot hide her splendor.
Whenever a guest arrives, she will always give her praise for her beauty.
"... I've mentioned it with Mrs. Maxim, and she agreed that I would take you to the school during the summer vacation ... well, that's it! We should go down ..."
Quidditch became popular in France in the 15th century. At that time, the French wizard Marekli also produced a drama about Quidditch, "Oh, I deformed my feet."
Of course, although it sounds interesting, it doesn't look like a serious work.
At this moment, they were riding a flying broom to Boothbatten Castle.
Like most other magic schools, Boothbatten Castle has been cured with "unprintable" magic. Without Furong's leadership, they could not find the exact location of the castle.
Today, Chenofilius did not get up with his daughter, but instead went to meet an old friend, as he said earlier. It seems that Maca might blame him!
Right now, Hibiscus took Gabrielle and Maca with Luna. Two brooms fell from the sky, and then stopped steadily at the gate of Boothbatten Castle Garden.
This castle is smaller than Hogwarts, but in terms of appearance, it is much better.
Boothparton Castle is a typical classical style building. The standard three-stage treatment makes her silhouette neat and solemn, and the symmetry is full of rational beauty.
In front of the main palace is a large French-style garden with unique style ~ EbookFREE.me ~ One of them is unique and unique, and the whole is magnificent.
"I can see that your school is rich!" Maca couldn't help but whisper.
"Our alumni, Mr. Nick LeMay, went to Booth Barton to read at a young age, and later the LeMay couple also sponsored the castle and venue for the school ..." Furong said with a hint of pride, and suddenly pointed his finger to the middle of the garden. The huge fountain path, "Look! That fountain is named after them, and it also has the function of repairing and beautifying!"
Maca nodded with a stunned face, and Luna followed him, staring left and right to look around, a look of interest.
But while they were walking in the large garden for a while, they heard what sound seemed to be opposite the fountain, faintly coming to them through the sound of water.
"... You coward! Today you have to fight me! Otherwise you will drop out of school, you know!" A boy's voice fell into Maca's ears across the fountain, but he could not understand French.
"No, how is it possible! I ... you must have heard it wrong! I didn't fight you!" Another voice answered immediately, and there seemed to be panic, "Did you get my gloves? No ! "
"You ... you are still not a man!" The young man said angrily. "I am willing to give my life for the beautiful Miss Drakul, but you? You are not qualified to join in as a coward!"
"This ... what are they arguing about?"
Maca leaned her head and looked at the two students who were facing each other over the water mist. They couldn't help looking at Furong with a doubtful expression, but found Furong with a little annoyance on her face.
"... I don't want to stop after all the holidays, I would have come again the other day," she muttered secretly.