The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Blood Curse?" Mrs. Olim Maxim's voice suddenly increased several times; she frowned and murmured: "Oh, poor girl... isn't this a joke?"

Looking at her like this, it is obvious that she knows the existence of black magic such as "blood curse"... This made Jon feel hopeful in his heart.

"Principal Maxim, what can you do?" Jon asked eagerly.

"Perhaps we should continue to talk about your suspension of studies, Mr. Patrick..." Madam Maxim smiled reluctantly, and changed the subject: "You said before that you want to apply for a suspension of studies. How long are you going to apply for?"

While speaking, she rubbed her forehead with her huge palm...

"Hey!" Jon couldn't help but sighed, the glimmer of hope that had been ignited in his heart was now shattered: "I don't know... I also hope to return to campus as soon as possible... But I also hope that she can live longer..."

The first goal failed, and his attention quickly shifted to the second goal... Obviously, the longer the "suspension" time for him, the better, so he used such an ambiguous tone.

The "simple" half-blood giantess principal didn't suspect his small thoughts, she nodded slightly: "Well, I will write 'no time limit' on the time of your application for suspension of school."

As she spoke, she clapped her hands—a blank parchment flew onto the desk in front of her.

Mrs. Olim-Maxim held a magnifying glass in one hand, and took out a thick quill from somewhere with the other hand... Then she began to write carefully on the parchment.

To be honest, the way she writes looks a little funny.

Of course, Jon didn't smile, but looked at the other party seriously until the other party completed the "suspension application".

Different from the rough appearance, the lines of French and handwriting written by Mrs. Maxim are very elegant and comfortable to look at.

With this "suspension application", Jon's trip to Beauxbatons has basically successfully completed its goal.

He bowed respectfully to the headmistress: "Thank you for your generosity and understanding, Madam Maxim..."

"I hope you will come back soon and continue your studies, Mr. Patrick." After carefully putting the magnifying glass into the drawer, Madam Maxim said flatly.

"Then I'll take my leave." Jon turned around, looked down at the ground, then waved his palms, muttering softly:

"Yugadim Leviosa!"

With the help of the floating spell, he jumped from the raised steps more than one meter high.

Just as he was about to follow the bronze gate, return to the corridor, and leave the principal's office—

Mrs. Olim Maxim's voice sounded from behind again:

"Wait a minute, Mr. Patrick...Actually, there is really a way!"

...

"Is there a way?" Jon was stunned for a while, not knowing what the headmistress was talking about... then he realized it.

The expression on Madam Maxim's face was a little hesitant, as if she was thinking about whether she should speak out.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Jon tentatively asked: "Principal Maxim, is it about the method of the blood curse...can you tell me in detail?"

The other party did not respond to his words, and the expression on her face was still hesitating.

"If it really works, then an innocent life will be saved..." Jon suppressed his inner emotions and said calmly.

At that moment, Jon even wanted to use Veritaserum, Legilimency, and Memory Curse on her forcibly! However, considering the other party's "care" for him before, as well as the mysterious strength of Beauxbaton's headmaster, and the home court located on the top floor of Beauxbaton Castle... Jon's rationality forced himself to give up this idea.

"Have you stayed in Hogwarts for a year?" The hesitant expression on Madam Maxim's face gradually calmed down.

"Yes." Jon said tremblingly.

"Then I think... Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts keykeeper and professor of protection of magical beasts, I think you should know him?" Madam Maxime asked coldly.

"That's right... I know..." Jon nodded quickly.

"Then go ask him!" Madame Maxime lowered her head and said.

"Ask Professor Hagrid about...about the blood curse?" Jon asked back with some stunned eyes.

It's not that he looks down on Hagrid, based on what he knows about Hagrid, he deeply doubts whether Hagrid understands the true meaning of this word...

"No, of course not! Don't mention the blood curse to him, he probably doesn't understand this..." Mrs. Maxim shook her head quickly, and he said with a serious expression: "Go ask him... ask him about the giantess Free Deufa's... and her..."

Madame Maxime's voice became lower and lower, and Jon had to approach her step by step again to barely hear her.

...

Seeing the boy in front of him leaving with a serious face, Mrs. Olim Maxim couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.

She is happy to give him a little help, but it can't involve her own interests... In any case, it is impossible for her to admit her background and blood to the outside world, that is her biggest weakness, and it will be fatal to her hit.

She's just a witch with a big pelvis, that's all!

I hope Hagrid can give him some help.

While thinking, Madam Maxim lowered her head and looked respectfully at the portrait on the desk—a strange-looking old man with pale and dry hair and a scrawny body.

Facing the patron of Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the greatest alchemist in the wizarding world, the Lord of the Sorcerer's Stone... After his death two years ago, one of the portraits was placed forever on this desk.

"Lord Flamel...I'm sorry, I..." Madam Maxime said softly with a bit of apology on her face.

The old man on the portrait smiled and nodded: "That's enough, Olim. You did a good job!"

...

The huge rooster statue gave way, the expression on his face was still as proud as ever.

Jon walked out of the principal's office with a very solemn expression on his face, and he was also thinking rapidly in his mind.

A little carelessly, he almost bumped into the oil painting opposite the principal's office.

"Sorry! Sorry!" said his face, then looked up at the painting.

The maiden in the oil painting has disappeared, replaced by a sea of ​​burnt ashes.

Just when Jon was in a daze——

A holy and pure soul rises from the ruins.

The saint's soul smiled at Jon, then floated to the sky without looking back!