harry potter book of crimes

Now that she has been seen by others, it is no longer easy for Furong to hide.

Without her having to go over, the boys and girls wearing their own wizard robes gathered around and started chattering in French that Maka could barely understand.

But Maka didn't need to understand at all. He could tell by looking at the eyes of those boys looking at him that he was obviously not very popular here.

Seeing that there were too many hostile looks, he simply greeted Luna and took her to walk towards the hall wall covered with oil paintings.

But he wanted to leave, but they refused to let him go.

Maka caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying towards him from the corner of his eye. He took out the wand from his sleeve as a reflex and used a barrier spell to stop it in mid-air.

"Huh?"

He turned around and took a closer look, and it turned out to be a white glove!

"Duel?" Maka said in shock, "...Isn't it too vulgar? What era is this in?"

This time he really blamed the wrong person.

Nowadays, although dueling has almost disappeared in the Muggle world, it is still quite popular in the wizarding world of Europe. Among them, the French wizarding community is the most popular.

From a family dispute to a stolen goat, if there is a dispute, there will probably be a duel. If there is no dispute, or if someone finds a dispute, there will be a duel.

Whenever a French wizard goes out, he may forget to hold an umbrella on a rainy day, but he will never forget to stuff a pair of gloves into his pocket. The only difference between each duel is probably that the ones thrown out are white gloves.

It's just black gloves.

This is perhaps the biggest difference between Muggle duels and wizard duels.

Because the number of wizards has never been large, most people will only throw white gloves during a duel. In such a duel, one party will usually not die.

Of course, if there is any deep hatred between the two, a fight to the death with black gloves would be the final result.

But dueling is so popular, in fact, it is inseparable from the strict rules. One party throwing a glove at the other party is considered an invitation to a duel, but if the duel agreement is to be formally established, the invited party must pick up the glove with their own hands for it to count.

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It's also my fault that Maka practiced quickly pulling out the staff when nothing happened. She subconsciously sent out the obstacle spell just now, and now the white gloves are still floating slowly in mid-air in slow motion! Who knows when they will land?

Maka wasn't embarrassed, but the young man who threw the glove was extremely embarrassed right now.

Do you still want to duel with him? Look at his reaction speed, and look at his clean and silent spell - he just wants to run over and take the gloves back, and then leave quietly as if nothing happened!

Maka didn't care about the other party's embarrassment. When he turned around, he not only saw the white gloves clearly, but also saw a proud smile flashing across Fleur's face.

Could he still not understand this? He was being taken advantage of by that Veela hybrid and used him as a shield for others!

"Forget about the duel! Miss Delacour and I have no special relationship, they are just friends."

Regardless of whether the person understood English or not, he casually picked up the wand, "floated" the white gloves back, and stopped steadily in front of the boy.

Seeing that the other party's face turned red and he grabbed the gloves, he turned back and simply left the back of his head to Fleur.

"Luna, do you want to go somewhere else?"

Luna glanced curiously in Fleur's direction, her clear eyes seeming to be free of any distracting thoughts.

"Miss Delacour is staring at you!" She blinked, but then changed the topic, "Sir Cadogan said that he once defeated a Wye dragon during his lifetime. Is that true?"

"Maybe!" Maka shrugged, "Who knows? Mr. Jazz is always making noises, and he always likes to find someone to duel with when he has nothing to do..."

The two chatted casually and walked side by side deeper into the hall - there was a very strange oil painting hanging there, and they wanted to take a look at it together!

That night, after notifying Mr. Lovegood, Maka and Luna stayed in the castle at Madam Maxime's invitation.

After dinner in the evening, Maka returned to the room and sat at the desk, opened his notebook and started writing and drawing again.

During the days after arriving in France, he spent the day wandering around with Luna, and at night he spent time carefully studying the various data and information obtained from the Bewitched Monument.

He went to sleep when he was sleepy, and when he woke up it was a new day. He lived a very fulfilling life.

Only the next day, when he woke up in bed at Beauxbatons Castle, packed up and planned to go to the restaurant to taste Beauxbatons' breakfast, he was blocked at the same place as yesterday.

This time, the flying white glove came straight to his head. He tilted his head slightly, letting the glove brush past his ear and fall on the marble floor behind him.

"What's going on? Isn't it over yet?"

The owner of this glove is not the embarrassed boy from yesterday - he is standing next to the owner of the glove at the moment! As for the owner of the glove, he has a gloomy face and a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

Young man in black robe.

Yes, just looking at the age of the owner of the glove, he might be a senior Beauxbatons student.

"Pick up the gloves!" The young man in black robe said dryly in less than proficient English.

Maka tilted her head just now to avoid the glove flying towards his head, but now she didn't move her head straight, but instead tilted her head to look at him.

"Didn't I say it yesterday? Miss Delacour and I are just friends——"

"Excuse!" The other party directly interrupted Maka, looked at him sinisterly and said, "Pursuing Miss Delacour is something every man will do! Unless you are not a man!"

The young man in black robe paused, then continued: "Are you afraid of a duel? Coward!"

"Tefler, that guy seems to be very strong..." The boy next to him carefully pulled the wizard robe of the black-robed young man and said softly in French.

"Shut up!" The young man in black robe whom the boy called Tai Fowler glanced at him coldly, and then said loudly in English, "Accept my duel! If you are still a man!"

Maka straightened her head with a face of pain, then took out the wand and threw it behind her, then quickly put it back into her sleeve. Then she saw the white glove on the floor suddenly jumped up, drew an arc in the air, and landed accurately.

In his hands.

"Go find the witness. I'll wait for you in the restaurant..." Without looking at the other person, he raised his legs and walked towards the restaurant. But after taking a few steps, he turned back and added, "If

I haven’t seen you show up with witnesses after breakfast, so I won’t waste any more time waiting for you!”

After saying that, he turned around again and walked away at a leisurely pace.

For Maka, this duel is actually the same as getting up and doing morning exercises. Recently, because she is too idle, she has almost forgotten the habit of running a lap every day. This is not good!

For a wizard, it is necessary to have a strong body - at least for Maka, this is a matter of course.

Behind him, the young man in black robe, Ty Fowler, looked at the bird of prey, but it was hard to imagine that there would be such a student in Beauxbatons.

…

Beauxbatons' hall is not used as a restaurant. The two halls are separated by a wall, just on the left side of the hall. Moreover, Beauxbatons' dining style is also different. Except for major banquets, it is usually served as a buffet.

form of dining.

" Beauxbatons is indeed very rich! He is not afraid of waste at all..."

Now that the summer vacation has just begun, there are almost no people in the restaurant. Except for a few professors from the left-behind school, there are only a few people there, but there are still a lot of delicious food piled on the plates at the dining area.

Come and choose.

Maka slowly took some food, picked a dining table by the window, and then sat down to taste it carefully.

"Yes, it is indeed more delicious than the food at Hogwarts... Well, the pastry of this croissant is soft and soft, and it melts in your mouth..." While eating, he felt a little regretful, "It's a pity that the French don't like it.

For meat in the morning, a few slices of fried bacon would be perfect..."

But just when he was concentrating on enjoying the delicious French breakfast, Fleur dragged Luna into the restaurant with a bang, and looked around hurriedly.

When she saw Maka, she dragged Luna and ran straight over here.

"You agreed to Tefler's duel invitation? Why? Didn't you refuse the duel with Dubois yesterday?" Fleur asked with confusion on her face, but she was not too anxious.

She had participated in the Triwizard Tournament and had seen Maka's strength a little bit. She was not worried at all that Maka would lose. It was just that Tai Fowler's family was not simple. She was afraid that this would make Maka lose.

Ca gets into unnecessary trouble.

After all, those boys yesterday just came from ordinary wizarding families, but this Taylor's identity is different, and he will definitely take over as the head of the Taylor family in the future.

"Oh...yeah! What's wrong?" Maka raised her head and looked at her strangely.

Speaking of which, Miss Delacour had brought this matter to him personally. Although he didn't care about it and only regarded it as a little joke, Fleur's attitude suddenly changed again.

"That Tyfuler's family background is not simple. I'm worried..." Fleur hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Sorry, it's my fault. You and Luna are my invited guests... I shouldn't give them casually.

You are looking for trouble."

Upon hearing this, Maka shrugged indifferently and said: "Don't worry, his family is not the only one in France, and I don't come to France often, so it's okay."

As he spoke, he pointed to the food on the plate and said, "Have you had breakfast? The food in your school is so delicious that I want to get some more."

"Well……"

Fu Rong saw that he didn't take it to heart at all. The thing had already happened, but she had no choice but to let it go.