Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 237 Magic Paradise
July 14, Marne Valley.

Today is a French anniversary. Two hundred years ago today, French Muggles stormed the Bastille and established a new French government. The Eiffel Tower and the banks of the Seine are adorned with ribbons and flags, creating a festive atmosphere. There will also be a fireworks display in the evening.

However, none of this has anything to do with wizards.

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic increased patrols to prevent wizards from infiltrating the procession and causing trouble. Mr. Grevis was also temporarily summoned, and there were even plans to have Melvin join the procession on Montmorency Street, but Melvin had other things to attend to.

During the holiday, the park was packed with people. Families, couples, and children strolled through the park, collecting stamps according to the rules of the special celebration. It was a lively scene.

Only a few people noticed that this year's event rules were somewhat unusual, seemingly deliberately guiding tourists away from a certain area, which appeared to be temporarily closed to the public, and even the original attractions had been moved to other locations.

The Rozier family employed wizards who mingled among the security personnel. Whenever curious tourists approached, these special security guards would approach them and whisper words of advice.

These Muggles would then show a bewildered expression, scratch their heads, and suddenly remember their true destination, returning the way they came.

"What was I trying to do just now?"

"Oh, let's sneak into an enclosed place and see."

"An enclosed space, an enclosed space... That's right, it's a fairy tale theater!"

Amidst the bustling special celebrations, a renovation, known only to a select few, was quietly underway. The alchemists hired by the Rozier family worked diligently, wielding their wands and inscribing runes. The paradise depicted on the parchment blueprints was becoming a reality, with impressive progress.

At 10 a.m., Melvin, wearing a Disney badge, visited the renovation work at Magicland, accompanied by Claire and Christine.

There's really nothing to see here; a magical construction site is still a construction site.

The idea for the Magic Park was proposed by Melvin, who provided several general plans for the attractions. However, it was Claire and Christine who transformed these ideas into specific facilities and feasible construction plans.

Melvin never expected their collaboration to be so seamless.

"If Muggles still use francs for payment, what about wizard tourists?"

Like the wizarding community in Britain, the wizarding banks in the French wizarding world are also monopolized and controlled by goblins. According to Gringotts regulations, ordinary wizarding families have a limit on the amount of Muggle currency they can exchange each year, and the amount is not generous.

Even a relatively wealthy wizarding family like Delacour's couldn't exchange much Muggle currency in a year. They would use it for food, drinks, and entertainment during holidays, and occasionally for watching ballet performances, and their quota would be exhausted.

Given the exorbitant cost of Disneyland, most wizards would probably be unwilling to spend their limited Muggle currency on the Wizarding World, since they've never heard of such a place before.

If the park can only make money from Muggles, it's like it's crippled.

Christine explained, "The Rozier family is in charge of selling wizard tickets, collecting Galleons, and settling accounts in gold when distributing the profits."

Melvin nodded. That makes sense.

One was the creative director of Disneyland, and the other was an heir to the Rozier family fortune; by comparison, Melvin was the non-professional. They also knew that Melvin didn't care about the details of business profitability, and his presentations focused primarily on creativity and impact.

For example, the horse-drawn carriages in the park were originally gasoline-powered and could only travel along fixed routes. Christine plans to replace them with divine horses, which will be covered in armor and can glide a distance when passing through dense fog or forests.

"This violates the secrecy law and common sense. Have you thought of an explanation for dealing with the Ministry of Magic and Muggles?"

After all, the secrecy law has not been repealed, and his own principal is the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. Melvin doesn't want to be reported to the Confederation. Although he is confident that he can win the argument, the situation is not very pleasant.

"..."

At this point, people start to pay attention to secrecy laws and common sense.

Claire silently grumbled to herself, but explained, "We'll tell the outside world that it's a sliding rail and cableway technology. Anyway, no experts will ask any questions, so as long as we can get away with it, it's fine. Christine said that as long as no one on the Muggle side suspects anything, the Ministry of Magic won't pursue it."

That was very much in line with his style when he was at the Gershwin Theatre, where the assistant learned a lot.

As I walked and stopped along the way, the outline of a magical paradise gradually took shape in my mind.

Unlike the original fairytale-like magic park, the newly built magic-themed park features gliding carriages pulled by divine horses, fairy-like doll models, and lifelike unicorns on the carousel. These elements align with the beautiful image of magic in fairytales, but there are also some thrilling, exciting, and even exotic elements.

Christine also added oddly colored, strange-flavored candy to Melvin's request. The copper crucible contained a bubbling potion with a grayish-green hue that emitted a bright, colorful halo when it bubbled—it was clearly not a good thing.

When the park opened, it claimed that it was a magic potion brewed by a witch.

What witch?
Of course, it's the witch who poisoned the mute mermaid princess, the witch who made the poisoned apple that killed Snow White, and the witch who cursed Sleeping Beauty...

Using the image of witches from fairy tales to showcase the real magical world can subtly introduce tourists to magic. It may not have much effect in the short term, but as Muggles gradually accept these concepts, a fixed impression will form in their minds. Whenever magic is mentioned, they will think of these magical creatures, bubbling cauldrons, and weird-tasting candies.

Wizard children also learn about Muggle fairy tales during their play.

Melvin had long envisioned a bridge that transcends ethnic groups and civilizations.

As they walked past the construction area, Claire suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, how's that kid who came to the amusement park last time?"

“His condition has improved, and he won’t relapse anytime soon. We also have a direction for a long-term treatment plan. I’m reminded of a peculiar creature that might be the cure for Bastian, but we’ll have to wait until we get back to London to verify it,” Melvin said with a light laugh.

"It sounds like you're treating a cold or fever," Claire muttered. Wizards' illnesses are so strange; last time it seemed like a terminal illness.

"Would the Ministry of Magic in London agree to take Bastian back?" Christine asked thoughtfully.

Melvin's smile faded, and he nodded thoughtfully: "Thinking about it carefully, we really can't let Fudge and Umbridge know Bastian's identity. Perhaps we should use the unregistered door key to return, but treating Bastian will require Azkaban's Dementors... We must make a plan in advance."

“The Rozier family can forge a legitimate identity and provide a secure door key.”

"..."

The assistant next to her opened her mouth, and although she couldn't understand everything, she could tell that the two of them were casually talking about illegal and criminal matters.

……

Mr. Delacour has been somewhat anxious these past few days, not only because his baldness is getting worse, but also because his vacation is almost over and he hasn't been able to spend some time alone with his wife, Apolline, or have a romantic date.

Most couples with children share similar concerns.

I booked a candlelight dinner, shaved in the evening, sprayed on cologne, and put on a smart suit, ready to head out. My little daughter smelled something unusual and started clinging to me, insisting on coming along. Then, we booked a ballet performance, but my daughter accidentally found the tickets, turning our romantic getaway into a family affair.

The romantic kiss he had envisioned vanished without a trace, and he didn't even get a chance to hold hands. His two daughters each occupied one of his wife's arms, leaving the frustrated husband to pass the time by reading the newspaper.

The awful newspaper even had a promotional ad, which Gabrielle accidentally saw and started yelling at her to buy it.

Are mirrors so easy to buy?
It's a new type of furniture, an alchemical creation, and a trendy new product that's currently popular. The unscrupulous Rozier family plans to make a killing by setting the price neither too high nor too low, so that most wizarding families can afford it, but they'll still feel the pinch for a while.

The same applies to the Delacour family's vault.

Mr. Delacour planned to delay until Christmas, when his allowances and year-end bonuses would be paid out and the mirrors would be on sale. At that time, the Delacour family's coffers would not suffer too much loss.

For some reason, ever since he had this idea, he has become particularly concerned about news related to mirrors, always reading related reports, keeping an eye on price changes, and carefully reading the promotional ads in the margins of the pages several times.

He hoped to see some negative news about the Magic Mirror Club or the Rozier family, which would prompt them to lower the price of the mirrors ahead of time, but unfortunately, that never happened.

Not only did they not lower the price, but they also added a new magic park.

"The true nature of unicorns, stories of witches and potions, and mysterious Class 5X dangerous creatures... all await you in Magic Paradise."

Tickets go on sale Friday, so buy them as soon as possible.

The ticket price was exorbitant, almost like robbery. The photo on it, taken by an unknown person, seemed to have been coated with a faint layer of colored light, making the unicorn's outline somewhat blurry, yet giving it an even more dreamlike quality.

As a semi-literate preschool child, Gabrielle couldn't understand the advertising slogans, but she understood the fairytale-filtered photos. Her eyes lit up, and instead of fussing for her father to take her, she just held the newspaper and examined it closely.

She only mentioned it weakly at the dinner table: "Mom and Dad's holiday is almost over, and my sister is about to start school. The next time the whole family can get together will be All Saints' Day, which will be in winter. Let's go to the magic park before summer ends."

Apolline and Fleur remained silent, watching him with smiles.

Mr. Delacour wanted to refuse his daughter's request, as he longed for a date with his wife and some alone time. However, looking into his daughter's bright eyes, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He thought that a time for the four of them was more precious, and that their next reunion wouldn't be for several months.

As a result, a portion of the Delacour family's vault became empty.

……

Saturday morning.

After the Delacour family assembled, following the map in the guidebook, they appeared in a phantom and arrived at the Marne Valley, then walked along the signs to Disneyland.

Fleur and Apolline looked around, their beautiful and delicate faces attracting many people's attention. Mr. Delacour held his little daughter, Gabrielle, waving her little hands in his arms, and stood in front of the park entrance. The whole family couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"A lot of people..."

"It's actually a mixed operation."

There was a long queue at the ticket gate, at least a hundred people, and not just wizards, but also Muggles.

You can tell just by looking at their clothes. Some people's clothes are particularly awkward, the buttons are not aligned, the style is mixed and the size is chaotic. They are obviously wizards who are not familiar with Muggle clothing and just randomly picked something to put on.

But those Muggles didn't care.

"Maybe it's some kind of club, or maybe they're cross-dressers. It's not strange what people wear at Disneyland," a young Muggle passing by casually remarked. They were a family of three; their daughter looked a year younger than Gabrielle and timidly hid behind the man.

Once inside the park, staff quickly came out to direct the flow of visitors. Mr. Delacour observed that the Muggles were simply enjoying themselves, each heading in a different direction, while the wizarding families were being led in a single, fixed direction.

The attractions inside weren't magical as I'd expected; instead, they were inexplicably Muggle-like.

Although the carousel is made in the shape of a unicorn and looks realistic, and even comes with text descriptions, the base is electrically powered, and there is cheerful background music when you ride it and it spins.

Those magical potions looked quite impressive. The descriptions said they could make people lose their voices, there were poisonous red apples, and a spinning machine that could make people fall asleep... The liquid in the witch's cauldron was the strangest. It was brightly colored, grayish-green with a purple tinge, but it smelled faintly sweet.

Gabrielle sniffed, unconsciously swallowed, glanced around, and when no one was looking, dipped her finger in the saliva and put it in her mouth, smacking her lips.

"Is it good?" a soft voice asked.

Turning around, I saw the Muggle family I met at the ticket gate. The girl was staring straight at Gabrielle, her eyes filled with both curiosity about the smell of the potion and reverence for Gabrielle.

This expression filled Gabrielle with immense satisfaction, making her feel as if she had become the girl's older sister: "Mmm! Sweet!"

"Wow~"

This praise made Gabrielle even more elated.

The two girls, who were close in age, naturally came together. Gabrielle told Gabrielle about the magic of brewing potions in a cauldron, while the girl told Gabrielle about the stories of poisonous apples and spinning machines.

"It's just a regular children's playground."

Mr. Delacour complained to his wife that the ticket price was so high that the Rozier family was practically robbing them.

After browsing the strange candy store, the group went outside to the street.

With a rustling sound, the ground trembled slightly, as if some enormous creature was approaching. Its tail swept and slammed into the pillars on both sides, causing the stone pillars to shake.

The Delacour family stood there, holding their breath and nervously looking around the corner.

Mr. Delacour rubbed his eyes and exclaimed, just like everyone else, "I must be dreaming!"

A massive snake emerged, its body so thick that a family holding hands couldn't encircle it. It was at least thirty feet long, and its scales slid as its muscles writhed, making it look as lifelike as if it were alive.

A forked tongue peeked out from the gap in its snout, and its yellow-orange eyes gleamed eerily. It twisted its body until it reached the middle of the street. The basilisk lowered its head slightly, and its neck snapped open, revealing the cavity inside.

The scene was terrifying and bizarre.

"This is... the Basilisk Train!"

(End of this chapter)