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Chapter 242: Kyle's Bad Habit
Chapter 242: Kyle's Bad Habit
Kyle's demeanor was calm and composed, without a hint of rudeness.
Fuyong also gracefully extended her hand, "Hello, Fuyong Delacour."
The two shook hands lightly.
Although Kyle had never studied French, he could strangely understand Fuyong's words as if an invisible translation tool existed in the room.
Nico sat beside him, munching on popcorn with a cheerful smile.
A house-elf, dressed in goggles and a helmet like a racer, stood nearby holding a glass of white wine.
"I've heard of you," the house-elf said.
Fuyong examined Kyle and said, "You saved over fifty people, becoming the youngest member of the Merlin Order of Chivalry."
A few days ago, the sudden decision by the Merlin Order to award a twelve-year-old wizard the Second Class Medal had shocked the entire magical world, and Fuyong was naturally aware of it.
In the entire Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, excluding the honorary professor Niccolme, there were only two medal recipients.
Headmistress Maximus, Second Class.
Professor Viktor, Third Class.
Now, a Hogwarts student younger than her had also received the Second Class Medal, naturally piquing Fuyong's curiosity.
Of course, she also felt a bit of resentment.
So when she learned that Kyle was coming to France to meet Niccolme, she requested Headmistress Maximus to bring her along as well.
For some reason, Maximus agreed without hesitation.
This was the advantage of being an alumnus.
After all, Niccolme was a Beauxbatons graduate, and as the current headmistress of his alma mater, it was easy for Maximus to bring someone along.
However, when Fuyong first met Kyle, her impression of him was quite positive.
Due to having a quarter of succubus blood in her veins, Fuyong naturally possessed a special allure.
Even some professors at the school would make a fool of themselves to some extent when they first met her.
But Kyle was an exception.
Fuyong could see that his eyes were always bright.
"It's hard to imagine that you could defeat such a terrifying beast," Fuyong said.
"It was just good luck that two professors happened to be there," Kyle replied half-jokingly. "I just rushed in without thinking much about it.
And I dare say that if you had been there, you would have made the same choice as me."
"Of course," Fuyong said proudly, lifting her neck. "Beauxbatons students never lack the courage to face danger."
Perhaps it was an illusion, but when she said this, her intangible charm seemed to grow even more powerful.
Her cascading silver hair shone brighter, almost glowing, making even the surrounding ceiling with its wave-like patterns appear dimmer in comparison.
Michael Filch's heart, which had just settled, began to race again.
However, Kyle remained unaffected.
Mind Closure Technique wasn't just for Occlumency; it could withstand almost all mental magic.
Charm was no exception.
Moreover, Kyle was determined to pursue Voldemort's Horcruxes, and he had been especially diligent in learning Mind Closure Technique, not daring to relax at all.
Forget about Fuyong having only a quarter of succubus blood; even her succubus grandmother would have been useless.
What a pity.
As the two seemed to be getting along well, the smile on Headmistress Maximus' face gradually faded... or rather, it seemed to have shifted to Michael Filch's face.
"You didn't expect this, did you, Olympus?" he said cheerfully. "Your little plan has failed.
"What are you talking about?" Maximus asked calmly.
"Ha!" Michael Filch chuckled, not revealing her true intentions.
"What about you, Doug?" Maximus glanced at him and said indifferently, "Weren't you going to brew Beaufort Brain Tonic? Why are you still here?"
"I'm curious... Are you sure you can still make such a complex potion now?"
Beaufort Brain Tonic and Wake-Up Potion are not simple potions; they take a long time to brew and are intricate processes. Any mistake in the steps can lead to a failed potion.
Even wizards who frequently work with potions dare not guarantee success every time.
"As far as I know, it's been over a decade since you last touched a cauldron," Maximus said, eyeing him skeptically.
"It's been nine years!" Michael corrected, "I was invited to that Potion Tournament, and I even presented the trophy to the champion!"
"Oh, yes, that one time. You haven't been invited since then," Maximus said.
The correct version is in Book 69! 6 = 9 + Book. The original novel is available exclusively on 69shu.
"I still have the newspaper from that time. You praised the Sparkle Potion as a Vitality Elixir and even took a sip... Tsk, you really stole the show that day," Maximus said indifferently.
Michael's face turned red, and he argued with a stiff neck, "I was just... seeing how nervous they were, I did it on purpose... How can you say I was wrong!"
Then, some incomprehensible words were exchanged, something about the "commonality of potions" and "livening up the atmosphere."
The smile now shifted to Niko's face.
Watching old friends bicker was amusing, but it would have been even more exciting if Albus Dumbledore had been present, as his love for opera was second only to his passion for Hogwarts.
On the other side, the conversation between Kyle and Furong was much more harmonious.
The two exchanged opinions on educational issues between different schools and made initial commitments to mutual progress.
In simple terms, they were not familiar with each other, so they could only talk about their studies.
After a few exchanges, Furong looked at Kyle's hand and asked curiously, "I was going to ask earlier, why did you suddenly bring out a box..."
"Um... It's a habit," Kyle replied nervously, putting his hand behind his back and shaking his head repeatedly, "Don't get me wrong, it's just an ordinary box that I use to carry things."
"A habit?" Furong became even more confused.
Why would someone from Hogwarts bring a box while chatting?
This seemed strange, and she had never heard of it before.
"Oh, I meant... it's just one of my little hobbies. You don't need to worry about it," Kyle said, growing more nervous.
The main reason was that Hogwarts had collected too many magical creatures, and when he thought of the succubus, he couldn't help but bring out the box.
Fortunately, the real box was with Dumbledore, and what he had was just an ordinary item. Others probably wouldn't notice anything unusual.
Moreover, if he had Newt's box and casually stuffed Furong into it, the situation would have been hilarious.
At that point, he estimated that it would be difficult for him to leave Paris alive.
To ease the awkwardness, Kyle opened the box and took out a dozen candies, offering them to Furong, "By the way, these are for you."
Furong subconsciously accepted them.
"Candies?"
"Yeah, I didn't know you were coming, so I didn't prepare any decent gifts," Kyle explained.
"But these are the most popular candies at Hogwarts, and they taste really good," Kyle added.
(End of Chapter)
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