Movie World I Am A King

"May I sit here, please?" A tall French man looked at Rita with a smile that he thought was charming, but in fact, Rita felt that this guy must have a plan...

However, as a beautiful woman, Rita Skeeter is basically used to this level of harassment. She just glanced at the number plate on the plane seat and said, "If your ticket allows you to sit here..."

"That's such a coincidence! The plate number on my ticket allows me to sit here!" The French man smiled triumphantly, then showed his boarding pass, and sat down unceremoniously~...

"Hello, my name is Ben Bruno, you can call me Bruno, of course you can call me Ben!" This guy was obviously aiming at picking up girls, and as soon as he sat down, he started chattering...

But Rita was obviously not interested in this familiar guy, she stared at the porthole of the plane, anxiously waiting for the plane to take off... For Rita, time is the news...

Perhaps because he couldn't get a response, this chatty French man finally closed his mouth... He didn't speak until the plane took off...

And Rita was even more happy and quiet, and didn't want to pay attention to this chatter at all...

Muggle transportation is bad at this point, there are guys who think they are heartthrobs coming out to strike up a conversation, it's disgusting...

After nearly four hours of sailing, the plane was about to arrive at Montpellier Mediterranean Airport, and the guy named Ben Bruno sitting next to Rita also woke up from the warning that he was about to land in the cabin...

"Oh, please don't be unable to land like Christmas Eve this time..." Bruno complained: "I don't know why there is a sudden snowstorm cloud over the Mediterranean Sea, damn it... They think this is the North Pole ??"

"Blizzard clouds??" Rita keenly sensed the strangeness in it. The Mediterranean climate is known as the most suitable climate for living. It can be said that the annual temperature does not drop below 20 degrees...

Under such climatic conditions, it is impossible to form a blizzard cloud...

If a blizzard cloud really formed, then there is only one answer, and that is—the wizard's magic.

"Excuse me—was there a snowstorm in Montpellier on Christmas Eve?" As soon as Rita spoke, she made Bruno happy. If he had known that this beautiful girl was so interested in abnormal weather, he would have said it a long time ago. this matter...

"Of course, my family has a farm not far from Montpellier... I usually plant roses, tulips and other flowers!" Bruno really wanted to tell his eight generations of ancestors aside, "You know, Christmas Eve is It's the peak season for roses and tulips, I took my goods to London a few days in advance...but I didn't want to miss Christmas Eve to reunite with my family, so I took a plane and wanted to come back on that day..."

Bruno said, took a big sip of water, and continued: "But damn that day, the crew on the plane actually told us that there was a large-scale snowstorm cloud in Montpellier, so we couldn't land... In the end I had to go to Cannes Landing at the airport... for this I completely missed the desire to have Christmas Eve dinner with my family..."

"Forget it all..." Rita, who had completely obtained the news she wanted, quietly took out her wand, and secretly cast a forgetting spell on this chattering French man... She couldn't stand this guy anymore .

Looking at Huacha who fell asleep... Rita fell into deep thought.

Of course she knew where Beauxbaton College was - it was more than a hundred kilometers away from Montpellier. What kind of magic could cover such a large area? ?

If someone used magic in Montpellier, it is not impossible... But what is their intention? Aren't they afraid of an investigation by the French Ministry of Magic?

With such doubts, Rita Skeeter got off the plane... As for the nagging man who had been cast with the Forgetting Curse? She doesn't care...

Originally thought that after arriving in Montpellier, it would be much more convenient to go to Beauxbaton College... In the end, Rita Skeeter found out that she was wrong, and she was very wrong...

It's just the Pyrenees Mountains more than a hundred kilometers away, but no French taxi driver is willing to go there...Why? Because it's too far...Because when I get there, I won't be able to get off work in time when I get back...Because...

It's just because I'm lazy...

This is also a precedent. You know, the French postal system only works two days a week, and on Saturdays and Sundays, all shops in France will be closed...

Because it was a statutory holiday...and someone was even fined by the city hall for continuing to open on Saturdays and Sundays...This is really a good country for retirement.

In the end, Rita Skeeter finally found a guy who was willing to drive her to the Pyrenees with francs... and that guy was not a pure French at first glance, because—he had Dark skin...

After another two hours of rap bombardment by black buddies, Rita finally arrived at her destination... a canyon tunnel road crossing in the Pyrenees Mountains...

She resisted the desire to cast an Unforgivable Curse on this black man, took out a stack of francs that had been prepared and threw it in his face, and then without hesitation towards the tunnel entrance with the sign [Falling Rock·Danger] The cement wall of the warning sign goes to...

The black buddy who was driving was happily counting the money... When he was about to say goodbye to his passenger, he found that the female passenger who got off the car just now had disappeared...

"Damn...Damn..." The black buddies looked back and forth, and found that there was only one car at the entrance of the tunnel, and there was no one in front or behind...

At this moment, he thought of all kinds of weird legends. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he was, he kicked the accelerator, turned around and ran away...

And at this time——

Rita Skeeter had already carried her small package and walked to the straight avenue leading directly to the Beauxbaton School of Magic and Magic. She saw the endless grassland, the mountains in the distance, and the huge dazzling ice sculpture...

"It's so beautiful... What kind of magic can carve this ice sculpture?" Rita Skeeter habitually took out her magic camera from her bag, and stared at this magnificent ice sculpture. Ice sculptures, desperately taking pictures...

She didn't realize at all that the figure carved from ice was real...Because Zhou Ye's beauty and the beauty of the two women are so amazing...She has already regarded this ice sculpture as another one of Beauxbaton Academy's Works of art too.

After all - Beauxbaton College has always been known for its beauty, and there is nothing unusual about having another beautiful ice sculpture...

PS: Chapter 6 has been updated, buddy will do what he said... Please have the cheek to ask for something... I'm going to be exhausted...