Hogwarts’ John Wick 37: Beauxbatons and the Exchange Students

37: Beauxbatons and the Exchange Students

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Crossing the English Channel, the cruise ship traveled from Britain to France.

The Pyrenees.

This natural border between France and Spain was ho to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, nestled in a mountainous landscape and magically constructed to create an idyllic haven.

If you asked British wizards which was the best magic school in the world, they would undoubtedly tell you it was Hogwarts.

If you were to ask a French wizard, they would tell you that the British are talking nonsense; Beauxbatons is the best magic school.

The magnificent and romantic castle is a French favorite, resembling a French palace, surrounded by magical gardens and fountains.

A gentl breeze might carry the songs of woodland fairies through the garden.

"Professor, why are we here?"

But despite all the eye-pleasing scenes, John asked, feeling sowhat depressed.

Dumbledore had said he would take him to et Nicolas Flal. Instead, upon arrival, they first went to the Paris Opera House to watch a touching opera, and then to a ladies' hat shop where Dumbledore bought himself a favored hat.

This was their third stop in France: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, the French magic school.

Dumbledore smiled at John and said, "John, indeed, the pursuit of knowledge must never cease, but we are on vacation."

As they entered Beauxbatons' gates and walked through the garden, they encountered a tall woman who seed like a female version of Hagrid.

"Dumbledore."

Olympe Maxi.

The current headmistress of Beauxbatons.

She had an olive complexion, large dark eyes that seed to glisten, and her hair was tied back. She wore a black satin dress and adorned herself with luxurious opals.

She was like an oversized noblewoman.

She extended her hand, and Dumbledore naturally went forward to kiss the back of it.

Despite her large size, her deanor was elegant.

"Mada Maxi, thank you very much for allowing my student to co here."

Dumbledore was already quite tall, but he looked very short next to Mada Maxi.

Hearing his words, Mada Maxi glanced down at John, who was standing nearby.

She spoke in English but with a slight French accent, "Dumbledore, Nicolas Flal is a patron of Beauxbatons. I could not refuse his request."

Dumbledore smiled, and it seed they were speaking in code.

John was utterly confused by their exchange.

Mada Maxi then approached John. She looked at John's well-fitted suit and showed a hint of approval in her eyes.

"Now, you may need a little transformation."

She took out her wand and lightly tapped it on John.

John felt a change and looked down to see that his clothes had transford.

The suit transford into a light blue robe, with a design on the chest featuring two crossed golden wands, each with three stars emanating from it.

John was a bit bewildered by the instant wardrobe change.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, bringing John out of his daze.

"John Wick, from now on, you will spend this holiday at Beauxbatons as a temporary exchange student from Hogwarts."

Wut da fuk....?

The elderly man, who had a penchant for overly sweet Cockroach Clusters, had a smile of conspiracy on his face.

John then realized he had been tricked by this old bumblebee.

So much for finding Nicolas Flal; instead, he had beco an exchange student.

"Damn, I've beco a stand-in."

John thought in dismay, wondering if Dumbledore had found out about his dabbling in dark magic and was planning to expel him from Hogwarts.

Was it really going to be that harsh?

He subconsciously forgot that Dumbledore had ntioned the word "temporary," and now he was very nervous.

"Professor, if there is anything I've done that displeased you, please just tell ," John wanted to cry but had no tears.

Dumbledore blinked and patted John's shoulder, saying mysteriously, "John, every magical school is filled with mysteries that you can discover with your keen eyes. You can also enjoy Beauxbatons' gardens and fountains; my old friend is very fond of them."

The underlying ssage seed to hint at sothing for John. Dumbledore then softly added, "Don't worry, Hogwarts won't expel a young wizard for his curiosity about magic."

Alright, that at least reassured John that he wouldn't be expelled.

Mada Maxi led John into Beauxbatons, where he was to spend a two-month exchange student period.

Mada Maxi couldn't personally oversee a student, even if this student was sent by the century's greatest wizard, Dumbledore.

It just so happened that there was a student in the school who needed to stay in the school for sothing.

John got help from a girl.

Her na was Fleur Delacour, a beautiful girl, three years older than John.

Fleur was so beautiful that she didn't look like a mortal.

She was slender and elegant, and she walked as if she was floating on the ground, and her body seed to emit a faint silver light.

Her silver hair flowed down to her waist, and she had large, azure eyes and perfectly white teeth.

It wasn't until she stood before John that he snapped back to his senses.

"Hi, I'm Fleur Delacour"

His brain short-circulated after seeing her up close and his mind subconsciously ford words to describe this girl in front of him..

"Oh, after seeing you a line cos to mind - If she were to murder in cold blood, I'd die with a smile,"

He said this very sincerely, but Fleur was utterly puzzled.

What did he an by that? Why would I murder you?

If she knew the famous line from the furniture store ad, she might understand he was complinting her beauty as if enhanced with special effects.

In reality, John was also curious because he really saw a silver light shimring around Fleur.

This girl seed to possess so sort of other lineage, similar to how John had dragon blood.

"Ah! the na is John Wick. Just call John," John said, extending his hand. Fleur, who also found the boy's appearance pleasing, felt a bit of an instant connection.

She gently shook his hand, a brief touch before pulling away.

John didn't have much ti for further thoughts as his attention was drawn to the twelve enormous, winged horses.

"These are Abraxan horses, kept by Mada Maxi," Fleur explained to John.

John stared at the twelve horses, but his mind was preoccupied with a single thought.

'I need to find a way to get so materials from these horses.'

Upon entering the school, John was already eyeing the horses for resources.

If Mada Maxi knew she had let a wolf into her fold, even Nicolas Flal's personal intervention wouldn't keep John in the school.

Dumbledore's words weighed heavily on John's mind, sparking an idea.

Hogwarts had the Room of Requirent.

As the counterpart to Hogwarts, it was highly likely that Beauxbatons had a similar place.

Given that Nicolas Flal was a Beauxbatons board mber and forr student, John recalled Dumbledore ntioning he would take him to et Flal.

He didn't think Dumbledore would go back on his word. Either Nicolas Flal was sowhere in Beauxbatons, or there was sothing related to him here.

Whichever it was, as an alchemy enthusiast, obtaining or seeing sothing related to Flal would undoubtedly be highly beneficial.

With this thought in mind, John beca more determined.

Switching to a new location for nightti exploration wasn't a big deal—it wasn't as if he hadn't done it before.

So, he shyly approached Fleur, putting on a harmless smile, and asked, "Do you know if there's a restricted section or sothing similar here?"

Fleur couldn't understand the thought process of this little wizard from Britain. Why is he asking about the restricted section?

This was Beauxbatons, not Hogwarts. They wouldn't have a restricted section just sitting around openly for little children from other schools.

As expected, John's answer was, "Yes, but you better not even think about it."

Alright! John thought, feeling like a foreigner in a strange land.

That night, he cast a Level 4 Disillusionnt Charm and began his nocturnal explorations in Beauxbatons.

During that ti, rumors of Beauxbatons being haunted spread.

In the middle of the night, there was always the sound of footsteps wandering, yet no one could see anything. Even the professors who investigated found nothing there.

Soone once saw a ghost lying on the ground looking for sothing near the Flal Fountain. He looked as pale as a vampire who had been hung upside down for three days.

The sight frightened a Beauxbatons student so much that they hid in their dormitory for several days, filling their window with garlic.

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