"Madame Maxime..."
"Needless to say, I know what you are going to do."
Louis and others sat down in front of her, and were about to explain something to her when they were interrupted by this huge woman.
"You should be here about Hagrid."
Several children looked at each other in confusion, but Louise did not follow her around the bush and got to the point directly:
"You should also know who Hagrid is. His unprovoked situation is not what a person like him deserves. I hope..."
"No, I don't agree." Before Louis could finish speaking, Maxim had already put down the red wine glass and put his two huge hands on his chest, "I know Hagrid is a good person, but you want to use me to help him Speaking of which, I’m afraid it’s just wishful thinking.”
Although Madame Maxime is a representative of France, she has absolute authority as the principal of Beauxbatons School. However, at the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, she complained about the fact that two non-compliant students from Hogwarts competed. It was really difficult for her to help speak to the teachers at Hogwarts.
As a bystander, she wished that there would be some negative news about Hogwarts. After all, Beauxbatons and Hogwarts were both competitors under the current circumstances.
"Of course it's not to use you." Louis looked directly into Mrs. Maxim's eyes, "but to help you."
"Help me? I have no problem and I need you kids to help me." She waved her wand, and the red wine in the goblet automatically filled up.
"Really? You have to know Mrs. Maxim, what Rita Skeeter disparaged in the newspaper was not Hagrid, but a group of people." Louis paused before continuing, "Mixed-race giants. "
Upon hearing the words "mixed giant", Madam Maxime's hands trembled visibly, and the red wine in her glass almost spilled onto the precious fur sofa.
"I know that you have always had issues with your bloodline, and you don't even want to mention it. That's because in the magical world, the world's prejudice against mixed-race giants is too great." Louis said quickly, "Don't you want to change your mind? Is it their prejudice?"
"You know what you said is enough reason for me to kill you." Mrs. Maxim's mood became a little unstable. She squinted her eyes. The hybrid giant blood was something she had never been willing to admit, because she felt that it It's shameful that even though she has achieved such high achievements now, she still doesn't want to admit it.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Colin, and others all had some incredulity in their eyes. They didn't know that Madame Maxime also had giant blood, and Hermione, the smartest among them, did have one. It was speculated that because she was bigger than Hagrid, but due to Mrs. Maxim's status and ability, Hermione did not delve into this direction.
Now that another hybrid giant is sitting across from them, as long as they persuade Madam Maxim to come forward for them, Hagrid's problem will naturally be solved.
"I know, Madame Maxime, but I still have to tell you this despite taking such a big risk." Louis argued, facing the threat of the hybrid giant, he was still not afraid of danger, "This is a fact, you can't deny it. One point, no matter how successful you are, you are still a mixed-race giant, just like my friend Hermione. She is very smart, and can be said to be one of the smartest students in the entire school, but we cannot deny that she is Muggle blood."
Madame Maxime looked at the curly-haired girl next to him, and Hermione waved helplessly at her.
"But you are wrong, no. Bloodline only shows a person's origin and destiny. It is not you who are wrong. We should not feel sad because of the bloodline we have." Lewis boasted, and it was inevitable Everyone present was attracted by his words.
"What is really wrong is this world. They should not have any blood discrimination against anyone. Human beings are born with a double standard. On the one hand, they call for everyone to be equal and born free, but on the other hand, they suppress them from the side. Look down on those wizards who are not pure blood." Louis said, in fact, this is not only true in the wizarding world, but also in the Muggle world. Some people are born with superior ideological characteristics and think that the whole world revolves around them.
Madame Maxime narrowed her eyes and didn't speak for a long time. Then she stood up. The fur sofa seemed to have finally breathed a sigh of relief and bounced back to its original shape.
"You do have some ability. It seems that Dumbledore values you and doesn't want you to quit the competition. He has a reason." Mrs. Maxim adjusted her state. To be honest, anyone else would be a little moved by Louis's impassioned performance just now. .
"But you have to know that I do not represent myself personally, but the entire Beauxbatons School." Madam Maxime walked to the window sill, "As the principal, my every word and deed must be responsible for Beauxbatons."
"So, I'm sorry, but as a person, I really want to be responsible for Hagrid..."
Lewis frowned, even if he brought up the bloodline issue that mattered most to her, there was still no way to convince her. If Maxim can't handle it. . .
"Okay, Olim, it's almost done." At this time, the door was opened again, and an elderly and scrawny old man came in.
"If you are worried about the school, then there is no need. I, as an honorary professor, will not cause any harm to the school..."
"Mr. Flamel, why are you here?" Madame Maxime hurriedly greeted her. The person who came was none other than the master of alchemy, Nick Flamel.
"You don't know what you would miss if I didn't come." Nick was indignant. He turned around to see Harry and others who looked shocked, "Ah, hello, little guys."
"You...are you Mr. Nicoléme, the owner of the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione stumbled a little. This was the first time she had seen such an old wizard.
"Yes, that's right." Nico Flamel did not deny it. "I have not personally thanked you for your contribution to the Sorcerer's Stone, especially you, Harry."
"This...is nothing." Harry scratched his head and felt a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Flamel, what are you..."
"You are really confused. What are you still worried about, Olim." Nickleme said, "After becoming the principal, you have become more and more worried. You were not like this before."
"But I..."
"Okay, you don't need to say any more, I support Louis on this matter." Nicoléme waved his hand, "Don't worry, little guy, she will definitely help you."
Flamel blinked at Louis. Louis, who received the old man's signal, quickly thanked Madame Maxime, and then quickly pulled a few people away before they changed their minds.
"Why are you doing this..." Mrs. Maxim felt helpless.
"I'm just helping you decide." Flamel fiddled with the pendulum on the table, "You must like him in your heart, Olim."
. . . . . .
"Great, Hagrid is fine now, but you still have a way, Louis." Ron cheered. He never thought that he could go to Mrs. Maxim for this matter.
"Not yet, Ron. Madame Maxime is a key link, not the main one." Hermione said, "After all, Hagrid's matter has a huge impact."
"Then what to do next?" Harry asked Louis, who was walking in front.
"The person who untied the bell must also tie the bell. Since Rita Skeeter likes to manipulate public opinion so much, let's be more ruthless and manipulate Rita." A glimmer of light flashed in Louis' eyes, and a game had been formed in his heart.
"More than!"
Following his call, the house elf appeared in front of several children in an instant, which really shocked them.
"Sir, what are your orders?" Dobby bowed respectfully to several people. It has put on relatively clean clothes, and its whole body looks brand new.
"Can you find Rita? Rita Skeeter, contact her and tell her there is breaking news about Harry Potter, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament. If she wants to get first-hand information, next Saturday , the Three Broomsticks pub in Hogsmeade, I will wait for her there." Louis said to Dobby word by word. The house elf nodded, bowed to them again, and then phantomed. Shaped.
Then, the next step is to reverse the situation.
