Study Days at Hogwarts

"My grandson Mark is currently studying at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Jonas pointed to the young man with freckles on his face next to him and introduced to Albert: "I think you young people should have more topics to talk about!"

The corner of Albert's mouth twitched imperceptibly, and he looked directly at the boy in front of him who was slightly older than him, and greeted him in French: "Hello, I am Albert Anderson, and I am currently studying at Hogwart. Ci Magic School.”

Mark was stunned for a moment, and after getting Jonas's signal, he brought Albert to a corner of the room and introduced himself: "I am Mark Schmidt. Are you coming to Germany for vacation, Albert?"

Mark was very curious. This was the first time he met other students from the magic school.

"No, we were just passing through Germany. Mr. Serra said he would come over and visit an old friend." Albert pouted angrily and explained to the old man not far away, "Maybe he also introduced Mr. Jonas to me by the way. It means knowing.”

"I will introduce you to my grandfather."

Mark was a little confused for a moment, but quickly turned his attention to another thing, "Mr. Serra?"

He noticed Albert's name for the old man, and opened his mouth slightly, "I thought..."

"No, no, Mr. Serra and I only met each other through letters at first. He should barely be regarded as half of my teacher." Albert thought for a while and said: "My elders knew him, so they asked me to talk to Mr. Serra. Come out and gain knowledge.”

Mark suddenly didn't know what to say. He couldn't understand why Albert's family could safely let their child go out with other people.

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No matter how you look at it, this thing is weird.

However, Mark is also a relatively talkative person and quickly led the topic to other places.

"What kind of place is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"very funny."

Albert recalled for a while and said seriously, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts was cursed by a very powerful dark wizard, which caused the class to have to change professors every year, and the professors who came to the school were all different. All kinds of programs bring unexpected surprises to students every year.”

"Oh, that's too bad. This has never happened at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Albert could hear a strong sense of pride from Mark's tone, "By the way, can you play wizard chess?"

"meeting."

"Then let's play a game!" Mark introduced excitedly, "Tomorrow, France will hold an international wizard chess competition, and I will also participate."

"Oh, that's awesome."

However, he didn't care about the other party's boastful tone, but was a little curious about Mark's wizard chess level.

Since the number of wizards was small and none were professional, Albert seriously doubted the level of the contestants.

Mark got the chessboard from nowhere and started playing chess with Albert with great interest.

"What kind of school is Beauxbatons?" Albert continued the topic.

"Beauxbatons Castle," Mark said casually, "is located in the mountains, well, the Pyrenees. Anyone who has visited the school will be attracted by the castle surrounded by magical gardens and lawns."

"Do you speak French?" Albert asked.

"Yes, everyone needs to learn French." Mark was quite excited when talking about his school. "The majority of French students in the college are. Of course..."

He frowned and looked at the chessboard, realizing that the situation was not in his favour.

After thinking for a long time, Mark continued, "Among my classmates are students from Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, and Belgium. Originally, I planned to go to Durmstrang Magic School, but that school has become very famous in recent years. Oops, so my family sent me to France. To be honest, French is hard to learn and it took me a long time to learn it. I really envy you for speaking fluent French."

This is the pain of studying abroad.

You need to learn the local language, otherwise you can't communicate at all, and Mark suffered a lot for this.

"Well, I'm very talented in languages." Albert looked at the changes on the chessboard. Mark's wizard chess level was not bad, but it was just an okay level, slightly higher than Ron Weasley.

In Albert's impression, the best wizard chess player was Bard, and his chess skills were also honed during his time with Bard. "

"you win."

Mark asked dryly, "Are all Hogwarts students good at wizard chess?"

"No, the level is very average."

"If you participate in the International Wizard Chess Competition, you will definitely get good results."

"Someone has said something similar to me." Albert continued, not caring whether he won or not, "Telling me about your school."

"During banquets at Beauxbatons Castle, woodland nymphs will serenade the students... During Christmas, the auditorium will be filled with huge sparkling ice sculptures that will not melt..." Mark said mysteriously, "However, Beauxbatons The most representative thing about Sparton is the fountain in the garden, which has the power of healing and beautifying. Above it are the statues of Nico Flamel and Perenal Flamel. The fountain is named after them, you know. Who are Nico Flamel and Perenal Flamel?"

"Of course." Albert nodded, "I know them."

"Many people know them." Mark said, obviously not realizing the meaning of Albert's words, "Let's play another round!"

"Does the spring water really have the ability to heal wounds and beautify the face?" Albert knew what Mark was thinking and didn't care, but continued to ask.

"I don't know." Mark shook his head and said, "Students are not allowed to approach that fountain, but there are still girls who will secretly take some spring water."

Soon he stopped talking and focused all his attention on the chessboard. It was obvious that Mark wanted to win, but...

He still lost, a bit miserably.

After losing five games in a row, Mark began to doubt himself whether it was wise to participate in the International Wizard Chess Competition at his level.

Albert comforted him with a few casual words, then left Mark behind to chat with the two old men in Serra, asking about some things he was curious about, such as the transfer door.

Before leaving, Albert got a price list from Jonas.

"Mark, what do you think of Albert?" Jonas saw off the two guests, looked at his grandson, and asked.

"A very powerful person."

"Well, that's normal. He is a genius, a real genius." Jonas looked at his grandson and reminded, "It won't do you any harm to have a good relationship with him."

"I think I'd better not participate in the International Wizard Chess Competition." Mark said suddenly.

"Why."

"I lost." Mark said with a wry smile. "After losing five games in a row, I think it's better not to embarrass myself in the International Wizarding Chess Competition."

"Mark, it's not terrible to lose. What's terrible is that you don't even have the courage to fight." Jonas looked at his grandson and said seriously.