harry potter book of crimes

It is said to be a stroll, but in fact it is naturally a stroll with a purpose.

After learning that other members of the Blois family had also come to Beauxbatons, Macadam decided to find out the truth about the other party.

If the manager with a foreign surname was sensible, he wouldn't mind letting him go. As long as he was no longer involved in this inheritance incident, he was not interested in meddling in unnecessary affairs. As for how Mr. Blois would deal with that guy afterwards.

, it has nothing to do with Maca.

When Mrs. Maxim said they could take a walk while they were full of food and wine, Maca and Fanny stood up.

"Miss Blois, please stay here for now!" Maka suddenly paused and tilted her head and whispered softly, "If you go out too, that guy will probably choose to stay in this auditorium.

On the contrary, if you stay in the auditorium, the other party will probably leave here to avoid your sight."

When Fanny heard this, she nodded silently, then turned around and walked towards Madame Maxime.

Maka watched her leave and waited for a while. When Fanny started to talk about something with Madam Maxim, he walked straight towards the door of the auditorium.

In fact, it wasn't until he passed by the steward with a foreign surname that Fanny was referring to that he could fully see his appearance. He was a middle-aged wizard with a slightly stout figure, who looked philistine and shrewd.

, if she didn’t know that he was a steward of the Blois family with a foreign surname, Maca would have thought that he was a businessman living in the secular world.

When he passed by the other party's location, he vaguely heard a few whispered conversations between the guy and the two people around him. However, the three of them all spoke fluent French, and Maka couldn't understand them at all.

Just now, Maka asked Fanny to stay in the auditorium, which actually informed her of his plan. With the intelligence of the capable female steward, she would definitely understand his intention and help him successfully remove the guy from the auditorium.

Drive out.

I believe that is not difficult. Perhaps Fanny only needs to casually cast a few glances in its direction, and the other party will subconsciously understand that she needs to avoid it.

So Maka was not in a hurry. Before the guy appeared from the entrance of the auditorium, he actually took a leisurely walk in the garden.

Just after the dinner, the moon has already climbed into the sky, like a silver hook inlaid on the dark sky wall, exuding a hazy light. In this night garden, the colorful flowers of the day are covered

There was a layer of drowsiness, and the vitality was being replaced by the chirping of insects that gradually began to sound.

It can be seen that there are still a lot of wizards in the garden at this time. Some of them are walking side by side with their companions, mostly a man and a woman; some are sitting on the benches and listening to the tinkling of the spring water in the middle of the garden. Of course, there are also

Some wizards were alone like Maka, but most of them were looking around, trying to find a suitable dance partner.

From a distance, Maka seemed to see the Hohenheim brothers and sisters. The back figures of one big and one small convinced him that he was right. The two people were walking quickly on the hillside outside the garden.

The one strode forward, and the other followed behind intentionally or unintentionally.

It seems that the brother and sister have started to make trouble again - I hope that little sister Sarah can stop for a while, at least not to play with explosions in public.

Maka smiled and shook her head, then walked towards the path on the side of the garden.

This path is inconspicuous in the huge garden. The flowers here seem to have not yet reached the season, and most of them only have a few buds. Therefore, most people do not want to go this way, because right now there are only a few buds.

There's really nothing to see.

But not far from the end of the path, there is a smooth white stone monument standing. There are some inscriptions engraved on the monument, which seem to tell some important historical events in Beauxbatons.

Well, for example, the reign of terror experienced by the ancestor of the Tefler family, Duke Peake.

Although the words on it were not clear to Maka, he could more or less recognize a word. Especially the specific year numbers engraved on it made him understand what those inscriptions were probably recording.

At this time, Maka was standing on the marble base platform under the stone monument. Just looking back, she could have a panoramic view of the garden. It was a place with a good view.

Soon, he scanned most of the garden. After discovering that the steward had not walked out of the auditorium the short time he came, he casually leaned in the shadow of the stone monument and took out the

A small book as big as a palm came. Then, he leaned on the stone tablet and started writing in the small book.

The steward didn't keep him waiting for too long. After a while, the other person appeared at the door of the auditorium. From Maka's point of view, he could clearly see that after coming out, the guy looked back slightly nervously and looked inside.

, and then dressed solemnly and walked towards the entrance of the garden.

After Maka glanced at the guy, she added a few words to the small notebook, and then raised her hand. A small piece of paper torn off by him flew over there.

passed.

It would be a simple matter to get the steward to take the initiative according to his ideas. Since the other party's purpose is undoubtedly Nico Flamel's legacy, he certainly has no reason not to borrow it.

…

The steward surnamed Blois Castle has actually been working in the family's peripheral industries for many years. However, he has always been restless since he was young, and his shrewd mind is rarely used in work.

But he often uses some crooked ideas.

For example, this time, someone within the family gave him a few words of advice, and he already understood the huge benefits hidden in this inheritance distribution incident. In order to gather more gold galleons, he did not mind doing what he had done in the past

Figure out a safe and effective plan so that you can participate.

In his opinion, the owner of the family, Mr. Blois, is really stupid. There are so many benefits, why not get a hand in it? If it were him, he would definitely devote himself to this incident wholeheartedly.

So, with the courage of someone behind him, he, who is used to sneaking around, rarely wants to do something big like this. It is conceivable that if this vote can be successful, he will probably never have to worry about anything again in his life.

"Martin, do a good job!"

As he walked in the garden, he encouraged himself in a low voice.

To be honest, when he found out that there was actually a steward of the house in Beauxbatons, his first reaction was to turn around and run away. Who said that the head of the Blois family didn't intend to get involved? He had sent someone here long ago.

You know, the head of the family's inaction was not only known to him, but the person who was supporting him this time also told him the same thing.

Who knew that the head of the family actually——

"...It's true when you think about it. With such a huge wealth, who would choose to give up for no reason?" Martin muttered to himself, "Then what should I do next? If you want me to leave now, that's right.

It's absolutely impossible, but... it seems that Manager Fanny hasn't noticed that I'm here yet, but if this continues, it will obviously be a matter of time! I think I, old Martin, have never made a mistake in half my life, so don't make this final vote today.

Falling up and down under the hands of a little girl..."

Steward Martin kept mumbling while pacing to himself. Although his voice was very low, his mumbling seemed quite strange. Even he himself quickly noticed this obvious

It's a pretty spectacular piece of bad behavior.

He closed his mouth alertly, pretended to smooth his sparse hair to cover his bald spot, and then took a walk with his head held high.

But at this moment, a small piece of paper with mottled writing was flying left and right in the air, fell in front of his eyes, and stopped exactly within his reach.

Martin immediately stopped. He did not grab it. Instead, he frowned and glanced around a few times. Although he did not ask a question out loud, he was extremely nervous in his heart, fearing that he was being clothed.

The Lowa family found out.

"Who?" he thought secretly in his heart.

In fact, his gaze actually passed by the stone monument where Maka was located several times, but Maka was now in the shadow that could not be illuminated by the moonlight, so how could he see it?

After hesitating for a moment, probably because he realized that he might be a little too suspicious, Martin finally reached out to the piece of paper that was still firmly in the air.

Maka naturally speaks English, and he really doesn’t know French. A few basic words are probably his limit. But fortunately, as a steward of the Blois family with a surname, Martin often interacts with people from different backgrounds.

I deal with the same low-level people, and of course I am very familiar with English.

He quickly scanned the words on the piece of paper, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is a good opportunity!"

Steward Martin is currently worried that he may be discovered by the Blois family. Now someone comes to him in timely need and delivers an interesting cooperation proposal. To say that he came for this trip, it is because he has secretly communicated with him on weekdays.

A good group of forces has reached a consensus, but under the current situation, he will obviously need more forces to help him.

Martin has no doubts about "cooperation". In name, he is undoubtedly a member of the Blois family, even if he is just a steward with a foreign surname. Those who want to be on good terms with him will have trouble.

There were too many, so how could he have doubts about it?

Martin read the words on the piece of paper carefully again, then crumpled it into a small ball and stuffed it into his pocket, and then hurried straight towards the stone tablet.