Chapter 389: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

"Beauxbatons Academy of Magic?" Ivan blinked. This was truly amazing news.

He read about the school in many magic books, but he never thought he would have the chance to come here.

Like Hogwarts, the sites of these famous wizarding schools are hidden.

To ensure the safety of the students and prevent secrets from being stolen, the ministries of magic and wizards in various countries have imposed unimaginable protective spells on all the schools.

That means it's hard to find a wizarding school without knowing the exact address.

Even if Muggles accidentally stood outside, all they could see was a pile of ruins.

There would be signs hanging at the entrance; DANGER, NO ENTRY, UNSAFE and so on.

Of course, these protection spells were equally applicable to uninvited wizards.

Ivan only knew that Beauxbatons Academy of Magic was located in the south of France. Like Hogwarts, it is one of the three major wizarding schools in Europe. It is famous for its long history and its elegant and comfortable teaching environment. But he didn't know exactly where he was.

"Dumbledore brought us here for help, and Headmistress Olympe Maxime gave us a warm welcome." Sirius smiled and said, "She's a very special, very strong witch, and when you see her, you'll understand what I mean."

In fact, like Hagrid, Mrs. Maxime was a half-giant woman.

This sounded very interesting, but Ivan's mind was not on it at all.

He thought of Fleur and Gabrielle Delacour, who had been writing to him.

They were students at Beauxbatons. Gabrielle's letters had nearly filled a large tin box, and Ivan had never met her before.

In his impression, she must be a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, a sweet smile, a young French witch and a strong French flair.

Unlike Hogwarts, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic requires young wizards to enter the school from the age of nine. The school is not divided into four houses, and there are only years. Gabrielle should be in school now.

At the end of the semester, there should be no school vacations.

Anyway, Ivan wanted to see the girl who had been writing to him. Besides, he wanted to see for himself the magic preserved at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, which he had read relevant records of in many magic books.

"Dumbledore said you would probably wake up today. I'm going to report this to him. I should be with Nicolas Flamel."

Sirius got up from his chair, smiled at Ivan and said, "You can go for a walk, but don't wander too far. To welcome us, there will be a banquet at Beauxbatons tonight!"

"Oh, I see!" Ivan promised, ready to head out for a visit.

He followed Sirius out of the room, only to have his eyes sparkle at the sight of the lavishly decorated room that extended into the school hallway.

Unlike the rough black stone walls of Hogwarts Castle, the hallway in front of Ivan was white marble with gold and blue decorative motifs. Soft carpets were laid on the floor, and beautiful glowing crystal lights hung in the air.

The walls were painted with huge colorful murals, and the characters inside walked around.

On both sides of the hallway were elegant statues, vases and other decorations, each of which was either a priceless antique or a unique work of art.

"To tell you the truth, I was surprised when I first saw it!" Sirius was not surprised by Ivan's reaction. He said, "These rich Frenchmen!"

At the end of the hallway, Ivan broke away from Sirius. He looked at the murals on the walls and walked out of the building down another empty hallway.

The warm June wind was blowing in front of Ivan, and there was a large garden in front of him.

It was not as magnificent as the huge castle of Hogwarts. Beauxbatons looked like an incredible mansion.

It housed a French-style building, and everything in front of it had a different flavor.

It must be situated on top of a large mountain. Ivan could see the vast meadows and mountains around the school.

There was no cloud in the sky, which was like pure sapphire.

Ivan took two steps forward. Outside the flower garden was a Quidditch pitch. The flag flying around it was the coat of arms of Beauxbatons school. There were two golden wands crossed over each other, each bearing three stars.

In French, Beauxbatons means "beautiful wands."

The sparkling river ran along the edge of the Quidditch site, like a silver ribbon, and on the other side of the river was a dense virgin forest.

With red eyes and golden manes, Abraxans, "winged horses," lay quietly by the river. They were all very rare magical horses.

Ivan's actual location was only the boys' dormitory. In the middle distance was a large palace, which was the main body of the school.

In front of the palace, there was a magnificent golden fountain that resembled the one in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

The figure above was Nicolas Flamel, who was there to thank for his donation to Beauxbatons at a young age. A large portion of the grounds and buildings were donated by Flamel.

Of course, these things happened over 600 years ago.

What interested Ivan was that the source apparently used a lot of alchemy-related knowledge. Although he did not fully understand it, he could clearly sense that the ordinary spring water passing through the statue of Nicolas Flamel had subtle magic.

These magical powers were amazing and seemed to have healing and beautifying properties.

Ivan couldn't help but study it closely, but quickly realized that the situation was a bit wrong.

He didn't know when they came out, but there were more and more Beauxbatons students around them.

The robes of his school uniform were all pale blue, made of fine silk, in contrast to Ivan's school uniform, which was mostly black.

He could hear the voices of the people around him.

"Who is this boy?"

"Hogwarts!"

"The boy who came with Dumbledore and Sirius Black."

"He's so handsome. I hear he's that Ivan Mason!"

"NO?"

"He looks a bit weak, not as strong as the rumors!"

Of course, all these discussions were in French, and Ivan couldn't understand a word.

He felt like he was a treasured animal at the zoo. What made him feel more stressed was that most of them were girls.

They pointed at Ivan, and every now and then burst out laughing.