Chapter 199: Madame Maxim and Hagrid

It's not so much a castle, it's more like a palace.
At this twilight hour, a little bit of light was lit on the spires around the entire floating city... it looked magnificent.
The golden rune horse with silver mane suddenly let out a long roar, which shocked Jon; then, it began to dive, approach the floating city, and fly at low altitude...
They first flew over an imposing arch, which looked a bit similar to the Arc de Triomphe; the top of the arch was painted with a large sign: two golden wands crossed, three stars on each; this is Boothbarton’s school badge.
After passing the arch, the rune horse landed on a fountain square in the center of the floating city.
...
The height of the fountain was probably twenty meters high, and a few drops of water splashed on Jon.
On one side of the fountain is a small wooden sign with the words: This fountain was built by the famous alchemist Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenal Flamel with donations in 194.
Boothbarton’s fountain is quite famous throughout the magic world, it is said that it has the effect of eliminating fatigue and beauty.
Jon couldn't help taking his hand into the fountain and drenching it. It was cool and comfortable.
So... no wonder the girls at Boothbatten are so tender and tender!
Jon continued to wander around the fountain square. There are many statues of witches and wizards here... It should be a famous witch and wizard who graduated in the history of Busbarton.
Many people have mentioned in the history of magic:
Take Vincent de Tefule-Picoquet, for example, who cast a concealment curse on his neck in 1790, pretending that he had been beheaded and escaped from the guillotine.
There is also Giles de Les, the most notorious black wizard in French history, who brutally killed nearly a thousand young children as sacrifices in order to perform a resurrection magic.
Jon made a rough statistic and found that there were more witches than wizards, and there were more short wizards than tall ones...
After wandering for several minutes, Jon didn't see a student of Boothbatton.
Looks like Hogwarts, Boothbatten School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also ushered in their summer vacation.
"Should all the teachers still be there?" Jon said to himself.
He must now quickly find a teacher, and then ask him where Mrs. Maxim's office is.
But at this moment, Jon suddenly heard the voice of speaking in the small wood on the other side of the fountain.
...
The voice was very soft, and Jon could vaguely hear the content.
"Someone found them haunting near the Alps, I think I know I'm leaving!"
"But the Alps are huge and it is very difficult to find them, or I can go find them with you."
"This is a dangerous task, Olim..."
Jon was quite familiar with both voices. One is Mrs. Olim Maxim, the headmaster of Boothbarton; the other is Dumbledore’s confidant Ruber Hagrid.
Jon stretched out his head curiously, and Hagrid put on that ugly brown suit again, with a happy expression on his face.
Mrs. Maxim is by his side, frowning, thinking about something...
"Who?" She suddenly looked in Jon's direction, raised her wand and shouted harshly.
"Hello, Mrs. Maxim..." Jon walked out quickly, explaining in French.
In the face of these two "big men" who are four or five meters tall, Jon is under pressure to be reasonable.
"If I remember correctly, all Busbarton students should have left school!" Mrs. Maxim still did not relax her guard, her wand still pointed at Jon.
"That's it, ma'am..." Jon quickly took out the letter he had brought from Durmstrang.
...
"Are you Christopher Patrick?" Mrs. Maxim said with some surprise: "Professor Dumbledore told me about you. He said, "Are you the grandnephew of a friend of his?"
"Grandnephew?" Jon couldn't help but stunned.
However, he remained calm and nodded: "Yes, my aunt is a friend of Professor Dumbledore!"
"Professor Dumbledore's junior?" Hagrid also came over curiously, looking up and down at Jon, watching Jon have a tingling scalp.
"Poor child, my parents died when he was two years old..." Mrs. Maxim had already read the letter. She bent down sympathetically, and put Jon in her arms with a big hand: "At Demus Tron is still being bullied... Don't worry, no one will bully you in Busbarton..."
"I knew that Durmstrang didn't have a good thing!" Hagrid on the side said indignantly, "Hey, wait... Why go to Boothbarton? You should come to Hogwarts!"
Without noticing Mrs. Maxim's sinking expression, Hagrid started to stand up solemnly:
"Hogwarts is the best school of magic in the world. Every one of his teachers is the best in the world, and there is also the world's great principal Albus Dumbledore..."
Looking at Hagrid, who hadn't noticed that the storm was about to come, Jon had to smile wryly: "Hello, may you be?"
"Rubber-Hagrid!" Hagrid patted his chest heavily: "Hogwarts's teacher of the magical animal protection class, part-time key keeper, and part-time hunting ground start."
"That's it, Professor Hager..." Jon explained: "Hogwarts only admits students from the UK. I was born in Austria, so..."
"So, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Professor Dumbledore has applied for an exchange student quota for you to go to Hogwarts!" Mrs. Maxim said coldly, "Mr. Patrick, you can go to Hogwarts without worry. Yes; I think Professor Dumbledore is going to teach you well this year."
"Exchange student, great!" Hagrid said cheerfully, "When you arrive at Hogwarts, remember to find me in the hut next to the Forbidden Forest..."
Seeing Mrs. Maxim's increasingly gloomy look, Jon nodded with a wry smile. He just wanted to ask Hagrid to say a few words.
"You look a little frustrated?" Hagrid said with a careless grin, "Don't worry, you can receive the best education at Hogwarts. I swear it’s better than what you can learn in Durmstrang or Boothbatten. Much more!"
At this moment, Mrs. Maxim's expression looked like she wanted to kill.
...
Like a fleeing rabbit, Jon hurriedly fled Bussbarton’s campus after completing the formalities.
At the same time, he felt silent for Hagrid, who was still happy and staying on the fountain square.