Chapter 809 (1/2)

”Oh, please don't be able to land like Christmas Eve this time...” Bruno complained: ”I don't know why the blizzard clouds suddenly appeared over the Mediterranean Sea, damn it... They regard this as the North Pole. ??”

”Blizzard clouds?” Rita keenly felt the difference. The Mediterranean climate is known as the most habitable climate. It can be said that the annual temperature is not lower than 20 degrees...

Under such climatic conditions, it is impossible to form blizzard clouds...

If there is really a blizzard cloud group, then there is only one answer, and that is-wizard's magic.

”Excuse me—is there a snowstorm in Montpellier on Christmas Eve?” As soon as Rita spoke, she told Bruno to be happy. He knew that this beautiful girl was so interested in abnormal weather. He had already said This thing...

”Of course, my family has a farm not far from Montpellier... Generally I plant some roses and tulips and other flowers!” Bruno really wished to confess his eight generations of ancestors. ”You know, Christmas Eve is It’s the peak season for rose and tulip sales. I took my goods to London a few days in advance... but I didn’t want to miss Christmas Eve to reunite with my family, so I took a plane and wanted to come back that day...”

Bruno said, drank a sip of water, and then said: ”But damn that day, the crew on the plane actually told us that Montpellier had a large snowstorm cloud, so I couldn't land... Finally I had to be in Cannes. Landing at the airport...for this I completely missed my wish to spend Christmas Eve dinner with my family...”

”A forgetting is empty...” Rita, who had completely received the news she wanted, quietly took out her magic wand, and secretly used an oblivion spell at this chattering French man... She couldn't stand this guy anymore. .

Watching her fall asleep and chatter... Rita was lost in thought.

Where is Boothbarton College, of course she knows-it is more than a hundred kilometers away from Montpellier, what magic can actually cover such a large area??

If someone is using magic in Montpellier, it is not impossible... But where is their intention?Are they not afraid of investigations by the French Ministry of Magic?

With such doubts, Rita Skeeter stepped off the plane... As for the man who was cast with the Forgotten Curse?She doesn't care...

I thought that it would be much more convenient to go to Boothbatten after arriving in Montpellier... As a result, Rita Skeeter found that she was wrong, and it was very wrong...

It's just the Pyrenees, more than a hundred kilometers away, but no French taxi driver wants to go there... Why?Because it's too far...because I got there, and I can't get off work when I come back...because...

All in all because of laziness...

This is also a precedent. You must know that the French postal system actually only works two days a week, and from Saturday to Sunday, all French shops will be closed...

Because it was a statutory holiday...even because someone continued to open business on Saturday and Sunday, and was fined by the city hall...this is really a good country for the elderly.

Finally, Rita Skeeter finally found a guy who was willing to take her to the Pyrenees...and that guy was not a pure French at first sight, because he used the franc to clear the way. A black skin...

After another two hours of rap bombardment by the black buddies, Rita finally reached her destination... at the entrance of a canyon tunnel in the Pyrenees...

She resisted the desire to throw an unforgivable curse from this black man, took out a stack of francs that had been prepared and threw it on his face, and then she did not hesitate to move towards the tunnel entrance with a [falling rock·danger] Go to the cement wall of the warning sign...

The black guy who drove was happily counting the money... When planning to be alone with his passengers, they found that the female passenger who got off the car had disappeared...

”Damn...Damn...” The black buddies looked back and forth, and found that the entire tunnel entrance was only his own car, and there were no people in front and back...

At this moment, he thought of all kinds of weird legends, the more he thought about it, the more terrifying he was scared, kicked the accelerator, turned around and ran...

And at this moment--

Rita Skeeter had already carried her small package and walked to the straight avenue leading directly to Boothbarton School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She saw the endless grassland, the mountains in the distance, and the huge ice sculpture...

”It's so beautiful... What kind of magic can be used to carve out this ice sculpture?” Rita Skeeter habitually took out her magic camera from her bag and faced this magnificent one. Ice sculpture, desperately taking pictures...

She didn't even realize that this ice sculpture was real...because Zhou Ye's beauty and the beauty of the two women are so amazing... She has already regarded this ice sculpture as another of Boothbat College. Works of art too.

After all-Boothbarton College has always been known for its beauty, and no more beautiful ice sculptures, nothing is abnormal...

Chapter one hundred and forty eight

”Anyway, Ms. Maxim, thank you for your support to our [Daily Prophet]. I will try my best to report the Triwizard Tournament fairly and fairly!” Rita Skeeter stood in front of the principal’s office, Thanks to Ms. Maxim who sent it out.