Chapter 261

In fact, this is not a weather suitable for outdoor play.

The temperature in Paris hasn't risen too high. Of course, it's generally not very hot here. But today, there is a light rain.

"It makes me think we haven't left London at all."

Needless to say, Luna's father, Mr. Lovegood, also followed her to France. Although he said he came to visit his old friends, Maka would not believe his nonsense.

At the moment, the three are sheltering from the rain in a Muggle cafe in St. Michel's Square. By the way, they can also enjoy the historical scenery of the ancient architectural style in this area.

In fact, it is very close to Delacour's house. Across the Seine River, it is the suburb of givini town.

Maka leaned against the brown floor pane window of the cafe, watching the fine raindrops gently hit the glass, then meandering down, drawing hazy water marks on the glass window.

Perhaps it was because the rain came suddenly. Most passers-by on the street were in a hurry and walked quickly through the dense rain curtain.

Luna and her father seem to be curious about everything about Muggles. From time to time, they reach out and touch the meal bell on the table - just now Maka showed them how to use this gadget. It can be seen that they seem to like the crisp and sweet bell.

"It's good to listen to the rain in Paris occasionally. It feels less sticky than in London."

Maka took a sip of coffee, smiled casually, then resolutely picked up the milk pot and added more.

"... I thought I could taste more bitterness in this environment," he shrugged, "but it doesn't seem to make any difference... What I'm not used to or not used to."

"Sweet is better than bitter," Luna said in a trance. She also picked up the cup and tasted it. Then she gently spit out her tongue, "... But I prefer bitter to sweet than sweet."

Maka has long been used to Luna's state. Her sudden philosophical girlish style can sometimes make people get some good insights.

He nodded noncommittally, put his eyes out of the window and looked at the light gray sky from a distance.

The three of them sat in the cafe for a long time. After lunch, they walked all the way to the southeast on the sunny wet street.

There are always some bright embellishments outside the roadside shops, adding a little romance only belonging to France to this historic road.

If you mention the town of givini in the suburbs with Muggles in Paris, many people will think of Claude Monet, the famous painter who founded Impressionism.

In this small town, Mr. Monet's former garden residence is a beautiful scenery.

The Drakul family is on a small hillside not far from the town of givini.

"... it should be here. That's right."

Maka looked at the colorful sea of flowers in front of her and couldn't help admiring it.

Delacour's house is a very ordinary double-layer French house, with light yellow brick walls, bright brownish red wooden doors, a little moisture after rain under the black eaves, and a low chimney on the roof.

All this was submerged in a whole piece of lush flowers and branches, with a strong and fragrant smell.

If you ignore the fairies dancing among the flowers and leaves, I believe everyone will think that what lives here is just a comfortable Muggle family.

Seeing that Lovegood and his daughter were still immersed in the beauty of the small garden, Maka did not disturb them, but went to the door first.

"Benedictine Benedictine"

Bending his fingers gently knocked on the wooden door. When he heard someone answer in the room, he took a step back and looked up under the eaves. There are also strings of exquisite wind bells hanging there, which collide with each other with the breeze and send out bursts of relaxing bells.

"Creak -"

The door was pushed open from the inside. Maka lowered her head when she heard the sound. The first thing she saw was a dazzling gold.

"Mr. McLean!"

Little Gabriel came out to open the door. As soon as she saw Maka, she immediately showed a surprise smile. Maka noticed that the dazzling gold just now was the light reflected by Gabriel's hair in the sunshine after the rain.

Maka couldn't help looking back at Luna.

Yes, compared with the bright gold long hair of the Dracula sisters, he still prefers Luna's light gold long hair. It is soft and delicate, and people can't help but want to let the flowing gold slip through their fingers.

"Sister - sister, it's Mr. McLean!"

Gabriel didn't even think she should let Maka in first, so she ran to the house. It seemed that she ran upstairs.

Maka stood still, laughing and crying, and waited for the host to come out honestly. It would obviously be quite impolite not to invite herself in, especially this is the first time to be a guest.

But soon he heard a burst of French coming from inside. Then a tall and beautiful woman appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. McLean?" she said with a gentle smile. "Please come in! My husband and I have heard from Furong that two distinguished guests will visit this summer vacation... Oh, didn't your companion come?"

When Maka heard the speech, she smiled awkwardly, then gave up her seat and pointed back: "sorry, I'm Maka McLean. Besides, it's not just me and Luna - her father came together."

"Oh! You must be Mrs. Dracula?" Mr. Lovegood noticed at the moment. As soon as he turned around, he hurriedly strode towards this side, "nice to meet you - my name is shenofilius Lovegood. This is my daughter, Luna Lovegood..."

Just then, he waved to Luna, who was still wandering in the sea of flowers: "... Luna, come and say hello."

The dinner that day was eaten at Drakul's house.

When Furong and Gabriel's father came home from work, they had a good quarrel. Then Maka and Mr. Lovegood declined the warm stay invitation of the Drakul family and took Luna to the hotel in Giverny town for a night.

No way, the Drakul family's house is not big, and it is always inconvenient for two men to stay. It's better to go to a hotel rather than stay in their crowded house.

In the next few days, the Furong sisters took Maka and others to play around, leaving countless laughter and memories on the beautiful bank of the Seine River.

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"This way, just behind this mountain..."

Deep in the Pyrenees, there is a beautiful French palace in the mountains. It is surrounded by magnificent gardens and fountains built by magic, shining with moving brilliance in the sun.

Busbarton castle has been standing here for more than 700 years, but the traces of history can not hide her brilliance.

Whenever a guest comes, he always praises her for her beauty.

"... I've mentioned it to Mrs. maxim, and she agreed that I'll take you to visit the school during the summer vacation... Well, that's it! We should go down..."

Quidditch became popular in France in the 15th century. At that time, the French wizard malcoly also created a drama related to Quidditch "Oh, I deformed my feet".

Of course, that sounds interesting, but it doesn't seem like a very serious work.

At this moment, they were riding broomsticks to busbarton castle.

Like most other magic schools, busbarton castle has been solidified with "non plotting" magic. Without Hibiscus's leadership, they can't find the exact location of the castle.

Today, xenophilus did not get up with his daughter, but went to meet an old friend, as he said earlier. It seems that Maka may have wronged him!

At present, Furong with Gabriel, Marca with Luna, two brooms fell from the sky, and then stopped steadily at the gate of busbarton castle garden.

The castle is smaller than Hogwarts, but it looks much better from the appearance alone.

Busbarton castle is a typical classical style building. The standard three-stage treatment makes her contour neat and solemn, symmetrical left and right, and full of rational beauty.

In front of the main palace is a large French garden with unique style, in which every plant and tree has unique ingenuity, and the whole is magnificent.

"I can see that your school is rich." Macca could not help but make complaints about it.

"Our alumnus, Mr. Nick LeMay, once studied in busbarton when he was young, and then LeMay and his wife funded the castle and site for the school..." Hibiscus said with a trace of pride and suddenly pointed to the huge fountain in the middle of the garden, "look! That fountain is named after them, and it also has the function of repair and beautification!"

Maka suddenly nodded her head on her face, while Luna followed him, blinking her eyes and looking around, looking full of interest.

But just as they were walking forward in the big garden, they heard what seemed to be a sound opposite the fountain, which came faintly to them through the sound of water.

"... you coward! You must duel with me today! Or you will drop out of school, okay?" opposite the fountain, a young man's voice fell into Maka's ear, but he didn't understand French.

"No, it's impossible! I... you must have heard wrong! I didn't duel with you!" another voice immediately answered, which seemed to be flustered. "Have you received my gloves? No!"

"You... You are still not a man!" the young man said angrily, "I am willing to give my life for the beautiful miss Delacour, but what about you? You are not qualified to join the competition - you coward!"

"This... What are they arguing about?"

Maka looked over her head and looked at the two students opposite the fog arguing with each other. She couldn't help looking at Hibiscus suspiciously, but found a trace of chagrin on Hibiscus's face.

"... they are all on holiday, but they don't want to stop. They would come back another day if they knew it." she couldn't help muttering to herself.