Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

"From the Constantine family?" Perenal confirmed, "I remember that genius, what is his name?"

"Reynard Constantine, just started the sixth grade." Delacour was full of confidence, "I have never seen a better wizard than Constantine in the same age group."

"Even better than Jacques back then?" Eve asked unconvinced.

Delacour smiled awkwardly. There were not many people in Beauxbatons who dared to question him face to face, but Eve was definitely one of them, and she was the most untouchable among them.

"Eve!" Perenal said angrily.

"Hmph, am I wrong? Jacques is definitely better than Constantine!" Eve pouted.

"Jacques is indeed better now." Delacour compromised.

"Jacques was even better than Constantine when he was in seventh grade!" Delacour's cleverness did not escape Eve, and she corrected her seriously.

"Okay, okay, everything you said is right, but it's a pity that Jacques has graduated, otherwise he will definitely be the warrior representing Beauxbatons this time." Delacour knew exactly where Eve was struggling.

"It is indeed a pity that Jacques was unable to participate in the Triwizard Tournament due to the age limit, but Jacques no longer needs to use this to prove himself." Perenal reminded.

"You all don't understand what I mean!" Eve said angrily, "Constantine will never be that White's opponent. If he competes on behalf of Beauxbatons, then Hogwarts will steal the top three right under our noses. Competition."

Perenal was silent for a moment: "In your opinion, only Jacques can defeat that Mr. White?"

"Jacques only has hope, and Constantine has no chance of winning!" Eve emphasized.

"Mr. White just said that he will not participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Delacour said.

"He made an unbreakable oath?" Eve asked.

"This...not really, but is it necessary?" Delacour hesitated.

"Whether you believe it or not, I have a hunch that he will be one of the warriors in the Triwizard Tournament and will definitely become a popular candidate for the championship." Eve pouted.

"Eve, I remember that when Nico made you, he didn't seem to have added any prophecy-related materials." Perenal obviously didn't trust Eve's premonition.

"Maybe this is my innate ability?" Eve's words made Perenaal fall into deep thought.

Perenal is very aware of Nico's abilities. After all, Flamel has not yet reached the level of creation. Eve is just a more advanced magic toy. Everything she masters is Flamel's imitation of their couple. given to her.

In other words, Eve may seem very lifelike and anthropomorphic to outsiders, but in the eyes of the Flamel couple, all her actions are actually traceable and operate according to the rules they set when they created her - Nicol Flamel The reason why I insist on coming to Beauxbatons to give Eve a makeover every year is not only to make minor repairs and add some rules, but actually more to replenish her energy so that she can continue to operate according to the originally set rules.

But what Eve said today was definitely out of the rules Nico had set for her. This made Perenal feel a little incredible. What happened to Eve that made her think about herself? Ability?

Thinking of this, Perenal pretended to be angry and tried: "Eve, you are really becoming more and more willful..."

Before Perenal finished speaking, Eve was annoyed: "Why am I so willful? I'm kindly reminding you, but I'm wrong?"

After saying that, without even saying hello, he angrily flew to the top of a big tree and sulked alone.

Perenal looked at Eve's superior back with a complicated expression, and asked softly: "Principal Delacour, has Eve come into contact with anyone she shouldn't have come into contact with in the past year?"

"This...Eve is still very aloof and will hardly take the initiative to meet anyone. Even the Beauxbatons students rarely see her using pretense." Delacour said cautiously: "Except for Jacques and Constant Except for Ding, she has hardly communicated with any students."

"What about the professors?" asked Perenal.

"The professors are still the same old faces...well, they basically avoid Eve." Delacour said with limited embarrassment.

"So Eve's change should not be caused by these original people." Perenal pondered.

"Mrs. Flamel, maybe you have forgotten someone." Delacour reminded carefully.

"You mean Mr. White?" Perenal frowned slightly: "Their contact time is very short, so they won't be affected too much, right?"

"I can't judge this, it's just a possibility." Delacour said.

"If it was really Mr. White who caused it, Nico's failure to come this time was really a major mistake." Perenal said thoughtfully.

"Mrs. Flamel, you seem to be very optimistic about White?" Delacour asked doubtfully.

"He is very strange. He has a temperament that I can't see through." Perenaar said, taking out a crystal ball and placing it in front of him.

She murmured some incantation, and then flicked her hands on the crystal ball. The originally crystal clear crystal ball suddenly became chaotic.

Then an interesting phenomenon occurred within the chaos. A group of white light and a group of black mist emerged from the chaos. The two were entangled and rotated around each other, gradually forming a sphere emitting gray light, occupying the crystal ball. Nearly a quarter of the portion.

In addition to this gray light ball, there is another yellow light ball, a green light ball and a white light ball in the crystal ball.

Among them, the yellow light ball is the largest, about two-thirds of the gray light ball; the white light ball is slightly smaller than the yellow light ball; the green light ball is the smallest, only one-half the size of the yellow light ball.

"Mrs. Flamel, these light balls represent..." Delacour asked in surprise.

"It represents the 'power' of me, you, Eve, and White. This gray ball of light represents Mr. White." Perenaar pointed to the gray ball of light that was almost impossible to detect without paying attention in the chaos, " As you can see, in terms of sheer 'power', he's easily the most powerful."

"Is this... too exaggerated? How old is he to be stronger than us?" Delacour shouted in disbelief, unable to accept this reality. "Am I wrong about my understanding of magic? In theory, Before you start to age, isn’t it true that the older you get, the stronger your magic power becomes?”

"Attention, I said power, not just magic power." Perenal was not surprised at all. "If you observe carefully from the beginning, you will find that his power comes not only from magic power, but also from magic power. The other components, it’s like my power doesn’t just come from magic.”