Chapter 565: Stupid or clever

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Chinese Vertex), the fastest update! No ads! As far as the relationship is concerned, Mrs. Maxim is definitely among all the wizards present, except the old butler Edward and the late Nicole. · Mr. LeMay's closest associate. This alone seems to inevitably cause everyone to secretly doubt, for fear that this lady Maxim is apparently unselfish, but behind the heart of the heritage.
But in this magic world, probably no one knows Mrs. Maxim. Since she became the headmaster of Boothbatten, she has always prioritized school and students in everything. In addition to her dignity and fairness in her daily work, there are many people who admire the headmaster's wizard.
What's more, in order to avoid suspicion this time, Mrs. Maxim has already stated her position on this public event. Because of this, she even freed up the venue right for the alchemy event.
To be honest, if it wasn't for her taking the initiative to retreat, it would be Mr. Nicole LeMay's alma mater, and the place where the contest was held must be Booth Barton.
Like this kind of world-class events, many small and medium forces can't even imagine it.
However, I am afraid that the appearance of Mrs. Maxim is always an illusion. When this great benefit is in front of her eyes, it may be the time for her to show her true face. If you think about it, you know that in this world, there are still few such deliberate changes?
In the corridor, as the rumors directed towards Mrs. Maxim spread, some people's eyes began to look different.
It can be seen from this that many strengths are clearly divided into two factions.
More than half of the wizards chose to be a bystander calmly, because these forces did not intend to rush into the muddy water that was deliberately disturbed by others; while a small number of wizards chose to follow the trend and To try to stir the water more muddy, so that the forces on their own can find considerable benefits in the chaos.
Maca glanced at the crowd very promptly, and immediately came to a conclusion.
Among the wizards present, the forces that chose to watch were either inadequate or more inclined to host alchemy tournaments; and those who chose to continue to increase chaos were the groups who wanted to do things next.
There are only a few guys who haven't figured out the situation yet. They all look around suspiciously, and glance at Mrs. Maxim's side from time to time, with different expressions for a while.
With a little analysis, you can know in advance which forces need more attention. Why not wait for such good things?
When Maca quickly regained her gaze and looked at Mrs. Maxim, the other side happened to glance at him. It means that Maca is somewhat understandable.
It was irrelevant for her to be suspected, because she had no intention of involving too much in this matter. After deciding on the ownership of the venue rights, she can sweep all these forces in Booth Barton out.
The point is that at the moment, some people don't want this alchemy competition to be held safely and securely. If it is possible, the other party may use whatever means to delay it or even destroy it.
After all, a game can generate too many accidents. In the end, who will benefit from it? Before the result of the game, no one dares to say that he will laugh to the end.
"Maybe some people don't want to make the heritage public," Madame Maxim said suddenly, listening only to her calmly. "But I still think that since Mr. LeMay intends to entrust the heritage to the world, the magical circles of all countries They should all be eligible to participate. Everyone doubts that it doesn't matter. I just hope everyone understands that this precious heritage belongs to everyone. "
The meaning of her words is very clear, and can be understood by any savvy wizard.
Yes, if it is used by some caring people, perhaps most of the original forces can get the result of the distribution ratio, it will no longer exist.
These words of her are obviously spoken to those forces that are not enough to compete with others. If more than half of the small and medium forces can be united and twisted into a rope, even a few large forces may have to be measured carefully.
In short, what she wants to convey is: if you don't want to lose all the benefits in the end, then support the alchemy contest!
Hearing Mrs. Maxim's quick response, Maca nodded secretly-the headmistress hadn't been in vain for so many years.
Before long, while everyone was waiting, the French Ministry of Magic finally sent someone over.
Unlike the British magic world, Boothbatten School of Magic has a good relationship with the French Ministry of Magic, and often supports each other in handling various matters. Although the current situation is still a little sensitive to this murder case, because there are no secrets that cannot be said between the two, the operation was exceptionally smooth.
Because the incident was so important, the French Minister of Magic came in person.
Maca saw that it was a thin, middle-aged male wizard. He was quite plainly dressed, only exquisite but not luxurious, and seemed to be a habitual person.
Along with him, there was also a French Auror squad. Watching his actions strictly followed the rules, it was quite in line with the style of the minister.
I saw a group of people from the Ministry of the Ministry rushing to arrive, and after a few words of condolence with Mrs. Maxim, they began to work. In-situ exploration, in-situ investigation, inquiry and evidence collection are well-organized and extremely efficient.
Compared with them, the British Ministry of Magic, which has always produced some moths in recent years, is rather dwarfed.
About ten minutes had passed. Except for the wizard who had originally found the body, the others were persuaded by the minister. Maca, of course, was among the people who left, and it was now time for breakfast, and he took Fannie all the way to the auditorium in Boothbatten.
Along the way, many people are whispering, rumors that just appeared suddenly.
Although Mrs. Maxim had handled it just now, the situation became worse without the spot. But Maca knew that the turbulent guy had achieved what he wanted, and some kind of bad influence would inevitably spread gradually in the next few days.
The holding of the alchemy contest is a good thing or a shortfall. It's really hard to say at this moment.
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Not to mention that the haze on Maca's side gradually deepened, but at this time Harry was worried about the date with Ginny.
He didn't expect that the old man of Slughorn seemed to be very good at talking, but when he inquired about whether to reduce the workload on Valentine's Day, the other party decisively expressed regret.
Slughorn is a professor who has worked long before he quit his job. Regarding what a professor must adhere to, although he is often a little distracted, he still adheres to the correct principles.
This bald old man likes promising little wizards, and has a hobby of collecting outstanding students, and has always been on a non-returning path of collecting addiction. To be honest, as a professor, he is still very reliable.
Harry's unsuccessful idea didn't work out, and now walking in the corridor, he calmed down gradually.
In fact, because he hadn't noticed the relationship between Ginny's mind in the past, now when he was touched by the understanding given by Ginny, he really wanted to give the other party a compensation. And dating in Hogsmeade Village is the most suitable compensation method he can think of now.
Unfortunately, the academics of a fifth-grader are still quite heavy, and the exam is just around the corner. I am afraid he cannot leave a lot of homework to date. Maybe he didn't care, but Ginny would most likely disagree with him. In that case, his purpose of compensating the other party would be greatly reduced.
To this day, he has only one choice-to desperately rush homework the night before Valentine's Day!
Harry made his determination with pain and pain ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Walking quickly into the auditorium, in the curious eyes of Ron and Hermione, he fell sadly at the Gryffindor table. Seat.
"Harry, what the did you do?"
As soon as he sat down, Ron next to him whispered. Previously in the common room, Harry's hurried back and forth caused him tons of curiosity.
"... I went to Professor Slughorn." Harry didn't want to say it, but when Yu Guang in the corner of his eye realized that Ginny was secretly looking at him, he couldn't help saying it. mouth.
"Slaghorn?" Ron asked with a look of wonder, "Don't you hate the bald? Why did you take it to your door this time?"
Hermione, who was sitting across from it, was obviously very strange. Ron asked, and she opened her ears and listened. Although she held a Daily Prophet in her hand for daily routine morning reading, her mind was not in the above article.
"I'm going ..." Harry looked a little annoyed. "I'm going to see if he can give me less homework assignments. You know, the potions class assignments have always been big heads!"
"what?"
Before Ron had time to express his surprise, Hermione across the table had slammed the newspaper down and looked at Harry with a look at the Frobe caterpillar.
"Harry, have you lost your brain?" She said in wonder, "What the are you thinking?"
"No, I didn't lose--" Harry waved his hands quickly. "I mean, it's just Valentine's Day homework. I'm going to Hogsmeade with Ginny ... so much homework is impossible. Heaven is with her, isn't it? "
"Oh," Hermione said suddenly, then suddenly said, "When did you become smart?" Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.