The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Upon entering the tower, they were not faced with a spiral staircase, but rather an elevator similar to those of the British Ministry of Magic.

Of course, this elevator is much more luxurious and exquisite than the elevator in the British Ministry of Magic, inside and out.

As the elevator doors closed and ascended, Scott felt nothing and heard nothing.

After slightly relaxing his magical perception, he was not surprised to find that the elevator was a product of alchemy, and its kinetic energy came entirely from magic.

Sure enough, places like Beauxbatons, where magic converges, like Hogwarts, cannot use any electricity.

Just then, the elevator doors slowly opened, and Scott also withdrew his magical perception.

The moment the elevator doors opened completely, a refreshing fragrance of flowers and plants wafted out, and Scott looked at the scenery outside the elevator with some surprise.

This……

At the very top of the tower was a sky garden filled with exotic flowers and plants.

The space here has clearly been enchanted with a seamless expansion spell, making it much larger than the tower appears from the outside.

"Please come this way."

Stepping out of the elevator, Furong led the two onto a winding path lined with flowers.

Scott walked around, observing his surroundings.

Even though Christmas is approaching, the entire garden is full of springtime charm.

The thin winter sunlight streamed through the transparent glass dome, as if amplified, becoming warm and pleasant.

Along both sides of the road, various plants, clearly meticulously pruned, are lush and green, and flowers of all colors are in full bloom.

Countless glittering fairies fluttered around the garden.

Upon closer inspection, Scott discovered that this naturally vain and willful little creature was unusually taking care of the plants here.

Moreover, all the exotic flowers and plants here have one thing in common: they are very large.

Even the most ordinary rose has a flower several times larger than the roses we usually see.

As Scott walked through it, he always had the illusion that he had been shrunk.

The three of them turned several corners in the garden before finally arriving at the principal's office, located in the center of the sky garden.

This is a round, transparent glass house, standing like a giant birdcage amidst the flowers.

Although the glass is transparent, the vines that wrap around the outside and the silk curtains that hang inside prevent them from seeing the interior.

Furong stepped forward and walked up a few pure white steps, then raised her hand and knocked on the magnificent door covered with floral patterns.

The door opened automatically.

Fleur lowered her head and said very respectfully, "Mrs. Maxim, Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Trollope have arrived."

“Please let them in,” came Mrs. Maxim’s deep voice.

"please."

Fleur stood by the door, guiding Dumbledore and Scott inside.

Dumbledore nodded and stepped inside.

Scott followed behind him.

The office was clearly enchanted with a seamless stretching spell; it was very spacious, and everything inside was perfectly sized for Mrs. Maxim's figure.

This makes her appear as a woman of normal build and elegant manners when she is in this office.

Conversely, this is not so friendly to other people who walk into this office.

When Scott stepped inside, the feeling of being shrunk, or rather, entering a land of giants, became even stronger.

"Oh, Dumbledore, you've finally arrived. Please have a seat."

At that moment, Mrs. Maxim, sitting behind her desk, was sipping tea, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

At least she didn't treat Dumbledore with a cold and indifferent attitude.

In contrast to her was another witch who was also in the office at the moment. After Fleur's earlier reminder, Scott knew that she was Professor Girard.

Professor Girard, whom Scott had long admired, was stunningly beautiful. She had long, light blonde curly hair, thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, and bright red lips that perfectly complemented her bright red embroidered robe.

However, her face was very unpleasant, and she stared at Dumbledore and Scott with great hatred after they entered the room.

That look, which has absolutely nothing to do with beauty, undoubtedly ruined her appearance.

Especially now, as she sits on a huge light blue sofa, her feet dangling in the air due to the sofa's mismatched size, like a newborn sitting in an oversized stroller, it adds an even more bizarre and comical touch.

Kari, the Black boy who witnessed the conflict that morning, was standing next to the sofa where she was sitting.

"Thank you, dear Mrs. Maxim."

Ignoring Professor Girard's gaze, Dumbledore thanked Mrs. Maxime, walked to the side, and nimbly climbed onto the sofa to sit down.

"Oh, I must say, the sofas here are really comfortable."

He sat comfortably on the sofa opposite Professor Girard, letting the huge, soft satin cushions surround his body, and a look of enjoyment on his face.

Scott didn't sit down, but stood next to the sofa armrest, facing Kari.

The two exchanged a glance, but neither could glean any information from the other's calm and collected gaze.

"Thank you for your compliment, Dumbledore."

Mrs. Maxim smiled at Dumbledore and waved her wand to serve him a cup of tea.

Dumbledore picked up the teacup, which was as big as a large bowl, with both hands, not caring how ridiculous he looked at that moment, and took a sip of tea.

"Oh, I need to add some more sugar."

He stretched out his hands, which were holding the teacup.

"of course."

Mrs. Maxim smiled slightly again and tapped her wand lightly.

A large, exquisite ceramic sugar jar flew over from a nearby shelf, swayed in mid-air, and poured a large amount of white sugar cubes into Dumbledore's teacup.

"Oh, that's enough."

Dumbledore picked up a teaspoon the size of a soup spoon, stirred it in the cup, took a sip, and then sighed contentedly.

"Perfect, this is exactly the flavor I like."

"I'm glad you like it."

Mrs. Maxim directed the sugar jar to fly back.

"Olive!"

At this point, Professor Girard finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"If I'm not mistaken, you didn't invite them here for tea!"

Her voice was somewhat shrill, perhaps because she was angry.

Mrs. Maxim frowned. "Please be patient, Veronica. I invited Dumbledore here, certainly not for tea."

Professor Girard said, "Then you should tell Professor Dumbledore directly what punishment I expect for this student of his bad behavior!"

“This is not your decision, Veronica.” Mrs. Maxim’s tone was clearly displeased. “This involves a warrior participating in the Triwizard Tournament. In short, this matter needs to be discussed by the entire judging panel before a decision can be made.”

She looked toward the office door.

"So now we need to wait for a few more guests to arrive."

Professor Girard said firmly, "I don't think this has anything to do with the Triwizard Tournament. The whole thing is just a Hogwarts student attacking a Beauxbatons student without provocation and causing him serious injury!"

Mrs. Maxim turned her head and looked at her expressionlessly. "I think I am the principal of this school, Professor Girard."

Professor Girard stared at her, taking several deep breaths.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Professor Girard softened his tone, "You're right, Orim. I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

Under Mrs. Maxim's watchful gaze, she yielded.

Mrs. Maxim smiled gracefully. "It's alright, please wait a little longer, Veronica. I think we can discuss and come up with a result that is acceptable to all parties."

Professor Girard nodded and said nothing more.

The exchange between the two ended there, and it was clear that Mrs. Maxim, as the principal of Beauxbatons, had the upper hand.

Just then, Furong's voice came from the doorway.

"Mrs. Maxim, all your other guests have arrived."

"Quickly invite them in, Hibiscus."

"Yes, Mrs. Maxim."

Immediately afterwards, several people walked in from outside the door.

First, the other members of the judging panel.

Two officials from the French Ministry of Magic, Mr. Lefebvre and Mr. Jolly.

Professor Hartmann, the newly appointed principal of Durmstrang.

And, Professor Russell and Lucio of Beauxbatons.

When Professor Russell, dressed in a white robe, walked into the office, Professor Girard slid right off the huge sofa.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she couldn't wait to ask, "Why did you come here, Professor Russell!"

“My student is also involved.” He glanced at Lucio, who was following behind him.

Professor Girard was about to say something when Mrs. Maxim spoke up, "Professor Russell and his students were invited by me. Now, please take your seats. Fleur, you come in too, and then close the door."

As she spoke, she stood up and gestured for everyone else to sit down.

Apart from Lucio, who was also a student, everyone else sat down.

No one commented on the sofas that were completely mismatched in size, even though climbing onto them and sitting down was a bit difficult and the movement was somewhat ungraceful.

Even the very serious Mr. Lefebvre and Professor Russell.

Of course, Professor Girard sat down again.

Clearly, everyone was giving Mrs. Maxim a lot of face.