aircannonsinc Chapter 179 Beauxbatons
Chapter 179 Beauxbatons
Chapter 179 Beauxbatons
At Nicolas Flamel's home.
Ryan continued his experiments from England to France.
I took the opportunity to visit my teacher and report on my experimental results, hoping to hear Nicolas Flamel's comments on me.
"Do Muggles also activate their magical energy when they are emotionally agitated?"
"I feel that it might be possible. After all, before entering school, young wizards all experience magical outbursts due to emotional excitement, unconsciously releasing magic that allows them to make their wishes come true. For example, falling from a tall building, experiencing extreme terror, or levitating in the air—as you concluded, emotions are a key, a shortcut, to controlling magic at the mental level."
Nicolas Flamel had another idea: "But could there be another possibility? After all, don't forget about Squibs, those who possess their own magic but can't cast spells. I think Squibs should have a far greater affinity for magic than Muggles who have nothing at all—"
So could it be that the magic you left in the alchemical inscription is converting the calories, fat, sugar, and other energy or energy carriers ingested by Muggles into what you call rudimentary magic, causing external magical disturbances due to resonance between these magical forces?
"There is a possibility. However, I also found this kind of magical disturbance around the test subjects who were not implanted with alchemical inscriptions. The amplitude was very small, and there was no way to convert this disturbance into power." Ryan said that he had taken this control group situation into account and concluded that even Muggles would cause magical disturbances when they were emotionally agitated.
"Then you can go and observe the Squib's condition—it would be a good thing for you," Nicolas Flamel suggested. As a skilled alchemist and a legendary wizard, curiosity was an essential element.
"There is one at Hogwarts Castle, our castle caretaker, Mr. Filch—but I don't get along with him very well." Ryan said helplessly. No matter how he tried to improve the relationship with that castle caretaker who hated all talented young wizards, it was no use unless he could get the castle caretaker to successfully cast a spell.
In that case, the castle administrator would become a loyal Ryan fanboy, the kind who blindly praises him.
"Even if you have a good relationship, it won't work; isolation is not proof." Nicolas Flamel, from a researcher's rigorous perspective, rejected the visitor's idea.
Perenel, who had been listening quietly, said, "Why don't you go find Maxim? As the current headmistress of Beauxbatons, she's a very important figure in the French magical world. She'll naturally be able to find Squibs. You'll have plenty of material to observe."
Beauxbatons School of Magic, located in the Pyrenees Mountains.
Unlike the mystery surrounding Hogwarts Castle, Beauxbatons School is a magnificent palace-style castle.
This magnificent French palace has stood for over seven hundred years, nurturing generations of outstanding wizards, the most famous of whom has returned to his loyal Beauxbatons today.
The three of them were enjoying a view quite different from Hogwarts at the magical fountain named after Nicolas Flamel and his wife Perenel.
The shrubs and trees in the garden are meticulously pruned into spheres, cubes, and other shapes, resembling green sculptures. Small spaces enclosed by the trees are cleverly designed within the garden for pedestrians to rest, presumably for students to relax and cool off on weekdays.
At the end of the garden stood a palace, making Ryan feel that the Versailles Palace outside was a fake, and that the one in front of him was the real hall that represented the French style of decoration.
"luxurious."
His evaluation of the school.
"Because of my influence, the proportion of alchemists in Beauxbatons is very high, and none of the alchemists lack money. Over the centuries, the school has been built to its current state." Nicolas Flamel reminisced, "It wasn't this magnificent 600 years ago."
Without magnificence and weight, there can be no solemnity.
Without its magnificent and resplendent appearance, it cannot project power.
Mrs. Maxim, as the principal, naturally sensed the arrival of the three in such a grand manner.
As she walked out of the principal's office and looked towards the garden, her nervousness subsided.
When she sensed that someone had ignored the magical protection of the school and barged straight into it, she thought that some uninvited guest had forcibly broken through the defenses of Beauxbatons and appeared on campus.
After recognizing the person, Maxim breathed a sigh of relief: it was his very, very, very, very, very, very senior alumnus, returning to visit his alma mater.
"Mr. Nicolas Flamel, Ms. Perenel, you two returned without informing us in advance so we could have welcomed you."
She greeted the group of three: "What business does Beauxbatons have?"
"Let me introduce you, my student, Lane Wells, who's practically a Beauxbatons." Nicolas Flamel patted Lane on the back.
Ryan stepped forward and extended his hand. In a social setting facing an ordinary witch, he might have bowed slightly, but now, let alone bow, he raised his hand above his head—
"I've heard so much about you, Ms. Maxim."
Without a single lie, it is truly "reverent".
Maxim bowed and shook hands with the boy. She had always believed that no one was worthy of being Nicolas Flamel's student. And whoever could gain Nicolas Flamel's approval would be the greatest wizard of the past few decades.
Not just her, but all the students at Beauxbatons thought so.
So when Nicolas Flamel asked her to gather information about Lane Wells, Maxim assumed that Flamel was interested in this rising star, just like when he went to see Dumbledore.
But after that, rumors began to circulate intermittently, claiming that Nicolas Flamel had taken a Hogwarts student as his disciple.
Maxim did not believe it.
All the students at Beauxbatons did not believe it.
Even if the person in the rumor is Ryan Wales.
She shook hands with Ryan: "I'd heard about it before, but I thought it was just a rumor. I never expected this—"
"I never expected that the teacher would actually take on a direct disciple, a successor to his mantle." Ryan lowered his arm, which had been raised diagonally forward and upward, seemingly a bit too "reluctant."
Although he would like to participate in some emotionally charged occasions, he probably doesn't need a powerful weapon like a breakaway speech right now.
"Indeed, I hope I can see that you have qualities that can convince me." Maxim knew that Nicolas Flamel's choice naturally had its reasons, and she also knew that Ryan would definitely have abilities that would impress her, but she just couldn't quite accept it.
After all, as the head of a major sect, it was quite a feat for his powerful patriarch to choose a disciple from another sect as his last disciple, while so few members of his own sect had received his patriarch's approval.
Even before this, the young people who received praise and recognition from this supreme sect patriarch were all prodigies from other major sects—one was Dumbledore, the Holy Son of Hogwarts, and the other was Grindelwald, the outcast of Durmstrang.
Mrs. Maxim felt like she was about to break down; Beauxbatons clearly had many excellent students!
For example, hibiscus.
For example, hibiscus.
For example, Fleur Delacour.
Maxim spent a long time sifting through his list of capable students, only to sadly discover that he seemed to have only one.
On the other hand, the students at Hogwarts often had many names that she could hear. These names were either from highly respected old wizards in France, high-ranking officials of the French Ministry of Magic, or pure-blood families in France.
For example, Vio Selwyn.
For example, George Weasley, Fred Weasley.
For example, Pablo Pierce.
For example, Harry Potter.
For example, there's Ryan Welsh in front of me.
Maxim: ——— This game is garbage. The developers have no sense of version balance whatsoever.