Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

It does not directly reflect the weather outside like Hogwarts, but draws a beautiful mural, with blue as the main tone, clouds and mist floating, like a heaven.

Ivan didn't know what the original mural looked like, because almost all the school's ghosts, portraits, mural characters, and animals were all crowded there, and they were staring closely at Sirius and Ivan who had just walked into the auditorium.

Like them, there are students of Beauxbatons.

They wore the latest school uniforms and robes, and sat at different long tables according to their ages. Ivan saw nearly a thousand pairs of eyes looking at him, with inquiry and curiosity in their eyes.

No one spoke, and the Beauxbatons regime seemed very strict.

If there were people from other schools coming to the dinner party at Hogwarts, the young wizards would probably have started talking about this incident.

The bold ones should directly invite visitors to sit at their long table.

But here it was completely different, Beauxbaton's students all tried their best to restrain themselves.

When Sirius walked by, the students along the way would nod politely, but Ivan noticed that they looked at him less politely.

He ignored the provocation in the boys' eyes.

He also pretended not to see the blazing gazes of individual girls.

Generally speaking, the little wizards of Beauxbatons are not very friendly to Aiwen. Apart from being curious, they don't know where their sense of superiority comes from.

These emotions were all undisguised, clearly written on his face.

As the top three magic schools in Europe, young wizards all think that their school is the best, but because of Dumbledore, Hogwarts has far surpassed the other two magic schools in recent decades, but the strength is still there. Reputation is much higher than that.

Under such circumstances, it is natural that Aiwen will not have a good face on the bright side. Many people want to compete with him to see who is better.

However, Ivan would not bother with such boring things at all.

He looked around and noticed that Gabriel was sitting in the first grade seat, she was lifting her neck and trying to look at him, and he turned and waved.

The girl smiled and waved to herself.

If she knew that the black cat she kissed not long ago was Ivan, she wondered if she would be so calm.

Dumbledore sat in the second seat in the middle at the guest-of-honor table at the front.

On his left, sitting an old man with a beard longer than his, is very eye-catching.

He was none other than the alchemist Nicole Flamel. Flamel was already very old last year, but he was in a good state of mind, wearing a set of exquisite golden wizard robes.

He was talking to Dumbledore, playing with strange magic props in his hand.

Considering the identity of the other party, Ivan wondered if the dress was made of pure gold.

Anyway, Flamel is not short of gold. For alchemists who can change matter itself, gold, a precious metal, is as common as stones on the side of the road.

Chapter 392 Fleur Delacour

On the right side of Dumbledore, sitting in the seat of honor is the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Mrs. Maxime, a very big woman.

In this life, Ivan has only seen one person whose size can be compared with hers, and that is Hagrid. There is almost no difference in height between the two of them.

Ivan knew that it was because they were all half-blood giants!

However, he couldn't say why, maybe it was just because he was used to Hagrid, in his opinion, Mrs. Maxime seemed even more bizarre.

By the candlelight above, he noticed that Madame Maxime had a very handsome olive face.

A pair of black and big watery eyes, and a very pointed nose.

Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck.

She shone from head to toe in a black satin dress, with many rich opals gleaming around her neck and in her thick fingers.

With an elegant smile on her face, Mrs. Maxim politely looked at Sirius who had just entered the auditorium, and invited him to take a seat on the vacant seat on her right.

In the auditorium, equally as eye-catching as her was Fleur Delacour, who sat at the head of the student seat.

She has bright silver hair as long as a waterfall, and she looks very beautiful.

She looked like a grown-up version of Gabriel, a veela-like resemblance.

With azure blue eyes and very neat and white teeth, all men can be tempted by their appearance alone.

Probably because of regular exercise, Fu Rong has a good figure.

Her skin is wheat-colored, and she looks particularly healthy. Although she is wearing a uniform school uniform, she is still the most special one among all Beauxbatons students.

Needless to say, when Ivan's gaze moved away from Madam Maxim, he fell on Fleur almost immediately, amazed at her beauty.

There is an empty seat beside Furong, which is specially reserved for Ivan.

After Sirius was invited to the guest table by Madam Maxim, she stood up with a smile, walked gracefully to Ivan, and invited him to sit down.

"Hello, Ivan Mason!" Fleur reached out to shake Ivan's hand, and said with a stern smile, "My name is Fleur Delacour, it's an honor to meet you!"

She spoke English with a slight French accent.

Fleur's voice sounds very special, slightly hoarse.

"Thank you, I'm glad to meet you too." Ai Wen hurriedly responded, followed Fu Rong to the seat beside her and sat down.

Before they had time to talk again, Madame Maxime had already stood up and was about to speak.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and our distinguished guests!" Madame Maxime said with a smile, and motioned to Dumbledore beside her, "Tonight, with great joy, we , to welcome Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world, and his party from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons. I hope and believe that you will feel comfortable and happy here."

There was applause in the auditorium, and all Beauxbaton's students stood up when Madam Maxime spoke.

They raised their necks and looked sideways at Dumbledore, hoping to see his appearance clearly.

But when Mrs. Maxim said that Dumbledore was the greatest wizard in the world, Ivan obviously heard a sneer that was undoubtedly sarcasm.

He turned his head and saw a few senior students looking at him provocatively with arrogance and disdain on their faces, as if wondering what he would do.

For this kind of person, Ivan will always ignore it directly.

He turned his head back as if he didn't see them.

Behind him, a look of disappointment flashed across the faces of those guys. They frowned and looked at each other, surprised that Ivan was indifferent.

Furong saw the changes in the expressions of several people, but she still looked calm and composed.

Her blue eyes stared at Ivan, as if she didn't notice anything unusual.

Alvin looked at her, she smiled and blinked.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Aiwen can feel that Fleur's popularity in Beauxbatons is not very good.

Her classmates, especially the girls, were all a little alienated from her, keeping a distance on purpose.

But at least, so far, she still has goodwill towards Ivan.

Or more accurately, very interested.

At the guest table, Mrs. Maxim has finished speaking.

She didn't sit down in a hurry, but took out her wand and waved it lightly.

The brisk music sounded from nowhere, and all Beauxbaton students began to sing, the voice became louder and louder, and the auditorium was immersed in an ocean of music.

They sang French songs, which Ivan couldn't understand.

However, he could feel the tune getting lighter and lighter.

The song is full of rich French sentiments, like some tavern ditty, and it is pleasant to listen to.

A few minutes later, after the singing had ended, Madame Maxime motioned for everyone to sit down.

The banquet officially started, and there were rich French dishes on the empty plates, and all kinds of them were placed in front of Ai Wen, and he was not sure which one to taste first.

"You can try this, French bouillabaisse, it tastes delicious. It's an authentic French recipe. It's hard to find in the UK. You'll like it." Fu Rong said, pointing to a plate in front of Ivan Seems like a hodgepodge of seafood.

"Thank you!" Ai Wen filled a bowl for himself, and asked uncertainly, "The song just now sounds very nice, is it your school song?"

"It is indeed Beauxbaton's school song, we will sing it every time the semester starts or when there are important events." Fleur frowned and said, "But I don't like it, the tune seems very light, but the lyrics are very tragic. This song is handed down from the Middle Ages, how to put it, the style is a bit dark..."

After the miscellaneous fish soup, Ivan began to taste a weird dessert. He didn't know the name of this dish because he had never seen it before.

"Ewen, can I call you that?!" Fu Rong said with a smile, "In fact, I often hear my little sister talk about you, you are her idol."

"We are friends of the faith and have written to each other regularly since Christmas."

Ivan turned his head and glanced at Gabriel. The little girl was looking at him, and immediately lowered her head when she met his gaze.

He smiled at Fang Furong and said, "He mentioned you in the previous letter."

"Oh, what did she say?" Fu Rong asked with interest.

"She called you the best sister in the world!" Ivan repeated Gabriel's original words, making Fleur laugh out loud.

Overall, the two of them got along quite happily.

The expressions of the other people on the long table were not so good, not to mention the provocative students.

Most of the remaining people also expressed dissatisfaction with Furong's monopoly on Aiwen.

Fu Rong also ignored all such gazes.

Aiwen's feeling just now came true, and Furong got along very unhappy with her classmates.

She seems to be like this usually, she seems to be extraordinarily self-aware.

Chapter 393 Ivan Welcomed by Ghosts

Under the gaze of others, the two of them chatted happily.

Neither Aiwen nor Furong have the willingness to communicate with other people.

Beauxbatons obviously had more rules than Hogwarts, and they were not allowed to walk around during meals.

Although looking at the expressions of some people, it seemed that they wanted to come over to trouble Ivan, but in the end none of them took any action.

There was a chattering sound in the restaurant, because tomorrow is summer vacation, the topics of the students mostly turned to vacation arrangements and the just-concluded school year exams.

After talking about some of Aiwen's previous adventures, Fleur, in the name of her sister, invited Aiwen to their home in Paris this summer vacation.

If it wasn't for continuing to search for the other half of the Sorcerer's Stone, Ivan would like to go and have a look, not only because of that little girl Gabriel, but before that, he had almost heard Hermione talk about Paris's unique Magic, very attractive.

Now, he had to politely decline the other party's invitation.

Fleur was not unhappy, and the topic turned to the upcoming Quidditch World Cup.

The banquet continued. Under the effect of magic, the exquisite golden chandelier slowly rotated above the huge sky blue ceiling, and the dancing flames formed various patterns.

The ghosts also flew down from the roof, made difficult movements in mid-air, quickly passed around the huge circular restaurant, and then gathered together to discuss in a low voice.

It can be seen that the ghosts are very interested in Dumbledore, Sirius, and Ivan.

They were talking about the three people's past experiences, as well as gossip from other places.

The strange thing is that the number of ghosts gathered around Aiwen is increasing.

Far outnumbered the guest of honour, and he seemed to be more attractive to ghosts than Dumbledore and Sirius.

"You are very popular!" Furong said with a smile, the corners of her mouth slightly upward.

Looking at the crescent-like smile on Fu Rong's face, Ai Wen was at a loss.

Popularity is a good thing, but if the objects are all ghosts, then it is too strange, no matter how you think about it, it is not so happy...

These ghosts pointed at Ivan, but none of them dared to step forward.

"So, you are that Alvin Mason?!" Just when Ivan was puzzled, a male ghost in medieval French aristocratic clothing fell abruptly beside him, looking a bit like a nearly headless Nick .

Like Nick, his neck is gone, part of it disappears straight down the middle.

Only the body and head are floating in the air, which makes him look very weird and funny.

If he hadn't seen the angry expression on the other party's face, Ivan might have almost couldn't help laughing. He hurriedly wiped his mouth with a napkin to cover the smile on his face.

"This is Duke Vincent de Téfort Picoque!" Fleur poked her head and whispered, "You must have offended him, he is not usually like this."

Ivan had seen the name of this ghost in "History of Magic" before. It is said that he cast a concealment spell on his neck to pretend that he had been beheaded and escaped hanging.

Judging from the current effect, the effect of the concealment spell is too perfect.

So much so that after his death, the power of the spell has not disappeared.

Of course, the main reason why he can be included in "History of Magic" is because he invented the concealment spell based on ancient runes, an advanced spell with epoch-making significance.

This spell can make something disappear permanently, but the casting success rate is very low, and it is Beauxbaton's unique spell, so not many people know about it.