A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 357 Even Merlin couldn't keep him, I told you!

A seven-colored flame ignites in the dense forest.

At the top of the flames sat a large black pot. Seawater was boiling inside, and it began to bubble and boil within just ten seconds, with thick steam constantly rising from it.

"What kind of fire is this?" the female werewolf asked, like a curious child. "It's so powerful!"

"The Ancient Flame, also known as the Eternal Flame, is a kind of enchanted flame that can burn forever," William glanced at her and explained.

He actually "took" this thing from the secret room.

This precious magical flame has been placed on the wall of the secret sanctuary, burning silently for a thousand years.

If you didn't see it, fine, but if you did see it and didn't take it, that's a crime, and you'll be struck by lightning!

William suddenly remembered that he still had four huge emeralds, set in the snake's eyes on the door of the secret chamber, waiting for him to retrieve them.

William wasn't interested in the jewels... but Tom had caused him both psychological and physical harm, so he should at least compensate him, right?

Since Tom has run away, and he is the heir to Slytherin and the owner of the Chamber of Secrets, it is both morally and logically right for him to compensate William for the contents of the Chamber.

This is perfectly reasonable. Even if the case were taken to Slytherin and Ravenclaw themselves, William would have a perfectly legitimate reason to stand up for himself!

Why do you speak so forcefully?

Because we have a clear conscience!

William wasn't after those jewels, nor was he thinking of himself.

All he wants is fairness!

He should pay compensation for assault, no problem. As for whether the gemstone is valuable or not, that's completely unimportant. He doesn't care about that.

William added a lot more water to the large pot, then took out a cup of rich dragon blood and dripped a drop into it.

With just a single drop, the pot of seawater immediately turned blood red. He quickly added water to dilute it.

"Don't forget the single malt whisky," Fleur reminded her carefully. "Madame Maxim's sacred horse only drinks that."

William was speechless; he was really picky.

This is just like those people who don't drink boiled water, only sugary drinks; who don't eat regular meals, only instant noodles with eggs... extravagant!

Burning with the power of eternal fire: the mixed liquid inside the pot evaporated continuously, quickly spreading towards the mountains.

That's right, they're using this hardcore method to lure out the Divine Horse. The Divine Horse has a keen sense of smell and can detect the scent of dragon blood in the air from a great distance.

Dragon blood is fatally alluring to Thestrals, and the same is true for Divine Steeds.

The aroma of malt will definitely attract the divine horse. There's no need for William and his men to waste time going back and forth to Beauxbatons to steal the horse.

Beauxbatons Castle,

It is a beautiful French-style palace nestled in the mountains.

On one side of the palace lies a beautiful lake—Emerald Lake.

There is a small island in the center of the lake.

There's a pavilion on the island!

The night was alluring, and a beautiful woman sat in the pavilion holding a raccoon dog.

The woman had an olive-colored face, large, dark, watery eyes, and her hair was combed back.

She was wrapped from head to toe in a gorgeous black satin dress, and a slightly bloated cat-like creature nestled lazily against her chest, yawning, looking adorable.

Maxim kicked off his sprained ankle high heels, wearing only purple stockings, and held a glass of Romanée-Conti in his hand. He swirled it and gazed into the distance with a dreamy look.

A fountain built with magic sprays out seven-colored lake water, like a rainbow.

This fountain has stood for over 700 years.

Mrs. Maxim, her eyes glazed, chuckled softly, "How lonely I am."

"Does your wife also feel lonely?"

Maxim took a sip of red wine, then rubbed the cat's head, frowning.

When she turned her head, her smile had vanished, and she saw a familiar, greasy middle-aged man—Louis XVI!

Louis XVI is a king who is famous in French history and even in world history.

After all, only three kings in European history were executed, and Louis XVI was one of them... and he was even executed by the guillotine that he himself improved!

At this moment, Louis XVI, dressed in the magnificent attire of the French court, held his head as if he were holding a helmet.

It looks extremely terrifying.

He wore an elegant, aristocratic smile, but his eyes couldn't help glancing at Maxim's long legs.

He's obviously a seasoned pervert!

Maxim glanced at him with disgust; she had wanted this ghost out of Beauxbatons for a long time.

Unfortunately, she couldn't get rid of him.

Because Louis XVI donated a lot of money to Beauxbatons, and his wife was a woman who spent money recklessly, the national treasury was eventually emptied.

Later, they convened the Estates-General in an attempt to get approval for the king to impose new taxes, which ultimately led to the French Revolution.

Louis XVI's death was partly related to Beauxbatons; after he became a ghost, the then-principal promised to let him remain in Beauxbatons forever.

"Where did Fleur go?" Louis XVI asked after pacing around. "Isn't she supposed to be at school for summer vacation?"

Unlike other schools, Beauxbatons takes the OWL level exams in sixth grade instead of fifth. Seremban spent the summer at school.

"She went to Biarritz."

"Why go there? What's so great about Biarritz? I've never seen her go there during the years we were in school."

"That's because," Maxim said with a smile, "that kid Stark came to France, so he must have gone to see him."

"Stark? Who's that?!"

"Hmm... an ordinary little English wizard, but he seems to have destroyed Notre Dame a few days ago."

"..."

"Is nobody in charge?! Where is the French puppet government? Where are those thugs?" Louis XVI roared. "That's where I was crowned..."

Louis XVI cursed Mitterrand, calling him a lackey of thugs, but after a while, he recovered from his dejection and said with a smile, "Madam, I was just out of sorts. The night is long and I have no desire to sleep. Perhaps..."

Just then, a person came running from afar in a panic. "Madam, something terrible has happened!"

The woman was extremely tall, nearly 1.9 meters. Her face was round and rough, with a row of protruding and uneven teeth. Her mouth was horribly wide, and her lips were so fat they looked like caterpillars. Her hair was yellow, like dirty straw, fragile and dry.

"What's wrong, Brienne? How about a glass of red wine?" Maxim said with a gentle smile.

"No, I never drink." Brienne ignored Louis XVI and said loudly, "Your divine horse..."

"What's wrong with them? I know the weather's been weird lately, and that beast is nearby, about to give birth... Just add more tranquilizers to the malt whisky."

"But the divine horses suddenly became restless, as if something was attracting them," Brienne said.

Maxim suddenly looked up.

Even without Brienne saying anything, she saw it. Hundreds of divine horses flew into the air, standing out conspicuously in the moonlight.

The divine horse neighed and flew towards the Pyrenees.

"Ah!" Maxim screamed as the crystal glass shattered on the floor, scattering Romanée-Conti everywhere.

"Get all the professors and ghosts still in school to search... Don't let me find out who did it, I will never let him get away with it!"

Even Merlin couldn't keep him, I told you!

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Hermione felt a little uneasy looking at the more than one hundred divine horses. They only wanted to catch a few, so why did they all come?

I heard that divine horses are very expensive. If a few of them die by accident, wouldn't we have to go bankrupt to pay compensation?

William patted Hermione's hand reassuringly, "It's alright. Notre Dame has been destroyed, what's a few horses?"

Hermione thought about it and realized it made perfect sense!

As long as Maxim doesn't find out, the werewolf woman is unlikely to betray him, and Fleur is practically one of their own... probably.

"Everyone ride one horse," William said. "The rest can stay here."

The big black dog couldn't wait to straighten up, its two huge front paws pawing at the horse's rear end, as if it wanted to climb up.

Quick! Big black dog, please stop your teddy bear behavior immediately!

William glanced at the dog, thinking, "I'll definitely chop it up when we get back! I won't even spare the Divine Horse."

Animals!

Finally, the three men, along with a werewolf and a black dog, rode five divine talisman horses, flew into the sky, crossed the sea, and headed towards a small island.

The big black dog stood alone on the back of a horse, and couldn't help but raise its head and howl at the moon.

If there were a sound system at this moment, probably only Weifengtang could match it!

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