Hogwarts: This professor is too Muggle.

Chapter 238 Paris Epilogue
It was a basilisk replica made to scale. Its scales were a ghostly green with iridescent colors. It wasn't too surprising that the Delacour family was in the park in the form of a train. However, the Veela bloodline had a strong sense of these kinds of creatures, and they could actually sense the basilisk's presence on the train, which gave them a chill down their spines.

But they couldn't bear to look away. All the wizards present were shocked by the basilisk train. It felt like a real basilisk writhing and crawling, opening its eyes that symbolized death, and spewing out a foul stench from its gaping maw.

The open door at the neck of the basilisk train revealed steel scales that gleamed coldly. The cabin inside the basilisk's body was clean, and the conductor's guiding voices dispelled any sense of fear.

With a mixture of disbelief and skepticism, the Delacour family boarded the Basilisk train and toured the park in a daze.

"I almost thought it was a real basilisk, my legs were about to go weak with fear..." a wizard whispered.

Fleur temporarily forgot about the magic potion candy from earlier and focused her attention on the basilisk's internal structure. She sat in her seat, staring intently at the scales, feeling as if she had become the protagonist of those storybooks, embarking on an adventure riding a dangerous magical beast.

Like a warrior!
Wizards and Muggles were still processing the shock of the Basilisk train. The basilisk had already traveled between various stations along the way. Fairy tale standees were placed at the theater entrance, various oddly shaped candies were displayed in the restaurant counter, and mannequins in gorgeous dresses were in the clothing store windows.

Gabrielle peered out the window at the clothing store, her eyes sparkling.

Mr. Delacour was momentarily at a loss as to where to begin his tour. His eyes darted around, and since his wife and children were all women, trying on clothes in a clothing store was always a safe bet.

The family of four got out of the car in front of the clothing store. When they went inside, they found that there were not many customers. They guessed that the wizarding family was not familiar with Muggle fairy tales and had not yet tried on the clothes.

No one in Delacour's family knew anything about it. Just as they were about to leave to take another look at the Basilisk train, they saw the Muggle girl they had just met walk into the store. Having had an experience in the candy store, the Muggle girl seemed to treat Gabrielle as a friend. She was no longer awkward and shy and pulled Gabrielle to try on clothes.

Gabrielle was also passionate about these gorgeous dresses.

The Muggle couple were very familiar with trying on clothes. They pulled Gabrielle around and picked out several outfits. They seemed particularly enthusiastic about the delicate and cute Gabrielle, as if they were playing a dress-up game with dolls.

The first time she came out of the fitting room, she was Snow White. Soon she became Cinderella in glass slippers in "Cinderella", then Princess Aurora in "Sleeping Beauty", Ariel in "The Little Mermaid", Belle in "Beauty and the Beast", Princess Jasmine in "Aladdin"... In the end, she still chose the Snow White outfit from the beginning.

The bright golden ankle-length dress features a fitted velvet top with light blue vertical stripes on the front and signature puff sleeves adorned with red teardrop-shaped stripes on the shoulders and arms.

The Muggle girl explained in a soft voice, "This is the color of blood and red apples."

Gabrielle stood in front of the dressing mirror, her eyes sparkling with the joy of a fawn. The girl's innate love of beauty was beginning to sprout. She twirled around, smugly lifting her skirt. Not used to such a dress and shoes, her steps were a little strained, and her tense little face was adorable.

Hibiscus made a unique choice by picking a blue and white country dress, the one Belle wore in Beauty and the Beast. She had worn many dresses before, and even the royal blue school uniform from Beauxbatons looked elegant and dignified on her. After changing into this outfit, her long silver hair was tied into a low ponytail and secured with a blue ribbon bow.

It has a touch of everyday life while also being refreshing and eye-catching.

Standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself, she is at the most youthful and radiant age, with moisturized skin and sparkling eyes.

Mr. Delacour and his wife exchanged a glance and suddenly felt that it was all worth it. Their romantic dates for two might never return, but their world for four was just as cozy, and they were happy to do so.

"Why don't you go and pick one out too?" Mr. Delacour said eagerly.

“Heh…” Apolline chuckled coldly and glared at him.

The girls wore these dresses to see the stage play, which happened to be about Snow White. The plot was the same old story: Snow White was envied by the Queen, and while fleeing, she stumbled into the dwarfs' house. She was then poisoned by the witch, rescued by the prince, and then the clichéd story of the princess's return unfolded.

Unlike previous stage plays that focused on princesses and princes, this theater seems to emphasize magic.

The magic mirror is the real magic mirror; the devil's figure appears and disappears, his voice shrill and piercing, sowing discord between the queen and the princess—he sounds like an evil dark wizard.

The seven dwarfs are elves, not domesticated elves, but elves who pursued freedom and settled in the forest. They work hard, take in princesses who are fleeing, and most importantly, they can sing.

When witches cast spells, they chant incantations and wave their wands. To Muggles, these are just details, but to wizards, they are all real spells.

There are also bright red poison apples, with round and plump shapes, and a fragrant aroma; they are absolutely beautiful.

The stage props, set design, and lighting effects were incredibly realistic, leaving the children staring in disbelief.

Mr. Delacour couldn't tell whether it was a stage play for wizards or for Muggles, but after playing for several hours, he had already learned about several classic Muggle fairy tales, all of which were quite interesting.

Night gradually fell.

As they left the park, Mr. Delacour walked behind, holding his wife's hand, his sparse hair swaying in the wind, smiling broadly. In front of them, Gabrielle was telling Fleur about the fairy tale play they had just seen.

No little girl dislikes stories about princesses.

The originally warm and pleasant atmosphere quickly dissipated after seeing the promotional poster for Yingjing.

Mr. Delacour quickened his pace, pretending to urge Gabrielle on as quickly as possible, trying to get the illiterate Gabrielle to leave, but Gabrielle had already recognized the picture on the poster.

A Rozier employee patiently explained, "There's a promotion right now when you buy the mirror, which includes all the stage play recordings, so you can see all the princesses from home."

Mr. Delacour looked at the price tag on the poster, then at Gabrielle's bright eyes, and felt that a piece of the Delacour family's vault was empty.

……

At the end of July, after a light rain, the temperature in Paris dropped slightly.

There are traces of clouds being blown away by the wind above Père Lachaise Cemetery.

The air was fresh and damp after the rain, with the scent of grass mixed with a faint earthy smell. It wasn't unpleasant at all; on the contrary, it was refreshing. Tourists walked slowly on the grass, some even sitting directly on it, letting the raindrops soak their clothes. Pet cats and dogs ran around excitedly.

The two young wizards passed through the circular archway into the underground palace and walked along the downward-facing corridor.

One looked around with curiosity, while the other remained calm, indicating this wasn't his first time here. The corridors were built of gray-brown stones, the old, mottled walls were peeling, the air was slightly stuffy, and the sarcophagus, sealed for centuries, was a sunken burial site—this was the Lestrange family's tomb.

After walking for about half an hour, we arrived at the underground rotunda, where Grindelwald organized a rally in an attempt to ignite the Fiery Blaze and burn Paris to the ground.

Melvin walked up the undulating steps, trying to find traces of Grindelwald and the Vigilantes, but to no avail. After decades of erosion and the regular maintenance by anonymous wizards, the traces of Fiendfire had faded.

As the last place he visited before leaving Paris, Melvin wasn't in a hurry to leave. He found a platform, sat down, and began to read the newspaper that Christine had brought.

Christine, with great patience, sat beside Melvin, gazing around the dungeon as if recalling Aunt Vida's story, barely uttering a sound.

"Basilisk! Basilisk! Basilisk! Rozier's money-making methods!"

"Suspected violation of secrecy laws: Magical Park opens to Muggles"

"Corruption between government and business: The Ministry of Magic's top brass has yet to publicly comment."

"The Magic Mirror: Shadow Mirrors are selling like hotcakes, with wizards from afar purchasing them at high prices."

Almost all the reports were about the mirror and the magic park.

Regarding the mirror, given the precedents in Britain and Romania, although the journalists complained about the high price, there was not much criticism, and the French wizards readily accepted this novelty.

As for the Magic Park, the French wizard journalist Miss Bilita had some principles; she didn't transform into an insect to gather intelligence like the Animagus, and no one discovered the three-way cooperation within the Magic Park.

Some reporters linked the content about the mirror and the basilisk to the founder of a certain magic mirror club, and the Muggle-friendly management style further confirms this point, suggesting that the magic park is inextricably linked to the Muggle research professor.

The combined revenue from the two businesses exceeded ten million. Whether it was the changes brought about by the Shadow Mirror or the prospects hinted at by the Magic Park, it was worth the attention of many wizards. As a result, in just half a month, the number of invitations was countless.

This is not only a change in the French magical community, but also a loosening of secrecy laws.

"The Magical Park is on track for business," Melvin remarked, closing his newspaper. "In just half a month, we've received 200,000 visitors, mostly Muggles, but there are also 70,000 to 80,000 wizard visitors. The ticket revenue is in the millions, and I have to open an underground vault in Gringotts, Paris."

"The Rozier family's investment is expected to be recouped by November this year, and Claire has also been commended by the board of directors and may be promoted and receive a raise at the end of the year."

Melvin laughed and said, "It's only just opened, and it will take some time for related news to spread in the newspapers. By All Saints' Day in November, Christmas in December, or at the latest next summer, the Magic Park will see a surge in visitors."

Christine nodded. She didn't really care about profits; her mother's businesses were always profitable.

"Shouldn't we improve the way we operate, which mixes wizard and Muggle tourists?" Christine suddenly asked. "The Magic Park has run into trouble a few times in the past two weeks. Perhaps we should guide and control it a bit. Wizards and Muggles have different perspectives on the park. A few times, when they got excited, they took out their wands and almost caused a magic leak."

"Is it about the Basilisk Train?"

"Um……"

Christine smiled slightly as she recalled a few unexpected incidents. "Many wizards would be so frightened when they saw the basilisk that they would pull out their wands to attack, while the Muggle tourists next to them would be stunned and stand there, thinking it was a special performance. They would chase after the wand props to see them and even want to buy the same ones."

Melvin braced himself behind his back and exhaled: "This is the meaning behind my building the Magic Park."

"What's the point?"

“A bridge, a bridge connecting Muggle society and the magical world. In its early days, it was used by local wizards in Paris and Muggle tourists at Disneyland. As its popularity spread, it attracted wizards and Muggle tourists from other places.” Melvin said in a low voice, “The barrier between the two worlds has been quietly broken down.”

"Is this feasible? The young wizards are fine; they'll soon be playing with their Muggle companions. But the adult wizards... there aren't that many pure-blood supporters in France, though it used to be the birthplace of the Vigilantes."

Christine frowned. "Many adult wizards are hostile to Muggles, and when they learn that the Wizarding World will be open to Muggles, they won't buy tickets for their children."

"If you don't want to go to the Magic Park, you'll at least watch the Mirror program, right?" Melvin smiled.

"what do you mean……"

"In a few years, we'll film a series of movies about wizard children and Muggle children meeting in a park and developing a deep friendship. This will lead to a story about a young wizard entering a Muggle city and a Muggle child accidentally entering the magical world. Some things just seep in silently like that. Their children will come into contact with Muggles on their own."

Melvin pointed to the newspaper with his finger. The cover featured a photo of two children, hand in hand, smiling broadly. One was a wizard, and the other was a Muggle. "When the pure-blood enthusiasts grow old and the new generation of wizards grows up, that will be the time when the new century arrives."

Christine stared at Melvin for two seconds, silently anticipating the new century, but instead asked a different question: "When are you leaving Paris?"

"How about this weekend? Bastian's condition needs to be taken care of, and we need to make proper plans when we get back to London. Also... the hotel drawers are almost overflowing with invitations."

Melvin gestured to show the thickness of the invitation. "After the news spread, many wizards wanted to get involved in the mirror business, and officials from the Ministry of Magic wanted to discuss how to operate the Magical Park. The Minister of Magic, who hadn't shown up yet, even sent his assistant to say that he wanted to have dinner with me."

Christine paused for a moment, then asked softly, "When is the next time we meet?"

"It won't be long."

Melvin, recalling the Goblet of Fire, smiled faintly, stood up, and patted his trousers. "Let's go. There's nothing much to see in this tomb. Come with me to the park; consider it a farewell."

Christine didn't know why he was laughing, but she didn't ask and got up to leave the underground palace with him.

Walking along a path in the corner of the park, the weather was sunny after the rain. Water droplets still clung to the leaves and branches of the plants, and small white flowers bloomed on the dark green grass.

(End of this chapter)