The following days were as normal as usual, nothing could be more ordinary, the students took various boring or exciting courses, while the warriors were quietly waiting for the arrival of the first project in the process .
It is worth mentioning that in the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class after Pansy came back, Professor Moody almost had a conflict with her, because the "sensitive" Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher thought that Pansy's walking posture It was deliberately imitating him, laughing at his lame wooden leg.
Fortunately, Malfoy quickly explained why.
After the "misunderstanding" was clarified, Moody said: "Dark wizards don't care about whether you are fighting with injuries. They are not gentlemen. I hope this lady can stick to her class and not miss out because of her injuries."
"Of course, this is your own choice. After all, it's normal to ask for leave if you have a health problem, and you're still a girl." Moody coughed a few times, as if he was thinking about Pansy's opportunity.
"What's the matter with girls?" Pansy said angrily.
So Pansy decided to stick to it, try not to get special treatment, resist certain spells, and the requirements for physical health are not very high, after all, the part where he swings the wand is not his leg.
"Not bad willpower, you can do a lot in the future." Moody then said appreciatively, and then winked at Malfoy where Pansy couldn't see, looking at his mouth shape, he seemed to be saying something like "girlfriend" word.
Malfoy only thought that this guy might have been in Azkaban for a long time, and his mind became depressed and distorted under strong pressure, and he had to imitate an already neurotic Auror in Hogwarts, so he would take advantage of this time to vent unscrupulously own emotions.
In addition, when this man was teaching, he dragged his useless leg from time to time, kept wandering around Malfoy's desk, and then "unintentionally" used his cane to sway in Malfoy's class. There are some marks left on the table.
Look carefully—you can know that the scratches embedded in the wooden table form the spelling of the word "Fire Dragon".
Day after day, time flies by.
One afternoon, the low bell of Hogwarts rang as usual. After Professor McGonagall finished assigning the homework of the Transfiguration class, he announced that the get out of class was over, and many students filed out of the classroom.
When Malfoy and Pansy were about to step out of the threshold, a female voice like a silver bell suddenly came from outside the door.
"I have something to tell you, as a warrior of Beauxbatons." Fleur stretched out her wand at this time, blocked the two of them, and said to Malfoy.
She didn't wear any special clothes today, just Beauxbaton's usual school uniform. Even so, the exquisite silk woven clothes, knitted blue collar, and a proper light blue canvas cap still set off the In addition to Furong's elegant and calm temperament, coupled with her light smile, it is enough to make people stop and linger.
"I'm going too," Pansy said quickly.
"This is a discussion among the warriors." Fleur immediately rejected Pansy's request.
"I'll be back soon, just wait for me in the classroom, I promise." Malfoy felt that Fleur's invitation was very serious this time, and decided to go, so he said to Pansy.
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"Seeing how relaxed you are, you must already know how to deal with "it", right?" Fu Rong asked first.
"I don't deny it." Malfoy nodded slightly. "Do you want to inquire about information?" He pressed. At the same time, he stopped his steps.
At this time, the two had come to the lake and walked slowly around the lake. Since it was lunch time, there was no one around, and it seemed very quiet. The only movement was that the middle of the lake accidentally skipped the lake. Unknown birds, waves on the calm lake surface, ripples spread out circle after circle.
"Of course not. I just want to provide some clues to someone who may not know, but obviously, the host must also know the information that the guests know. Now you can think that I am self-indulgent." Furong said helplessly at this time. explain.
"Thank you for your kindness." Malfoy didn't know what to say anymore. At least from now on, it seemed that this girl had been showing affection to him. It seemed that if she didn't know the content of the competition, she would reveal it to herself.
"I don't know if I can go back alive." Furong sighed, her mood suddenly sank, "Mrs. Maxim wished me to win so much, and I wanted to win too, but I didn't have the confidence." Facing life and death, this She suddenly revealed a vulnerable side.
"Who would want to lose?" Malfoy asked back.
"Yeah, no one wants to lose." Fleur said, "It's just that she desperately hopes to beat Hogwarts once in this match. According to the history of the Goblet of Fire, the score between Hogwarts and Beauxbatons is 62 to 63, we are slightly inferior, as long as we win this time, we will tie,"
"According to this calculation, Durmstrang should have never won once, and it will take at least three hundred years to catch up again." Malfoy can only comfort her from this perspective.
Hearing this, Fu Rong burst out laughing suddenly, the haze between her brows was swept away, under her exquisite face, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, her blue eyes were slightly narrowed because of her smile. The bright smile was quickly restrained by her.
"I didn't pay attention to Durmstrang's results. Thinking of it this way, they are really pitiful." Furong tried not to let herself look gloating, because according to this calculation, the 700-year-old Triwizard Tournament divided the two schools into one. Counting the points, Durmstrang really hasn't won once.
""But even so..." Fleur sighed again, her downcast frown was particularly pitiful, "Now even we have to admit that Hogwarts seems to be under the development of Dumbledore. Quite quickly, our principal wants to pass this game and bring your principal down from the altar. "
"Competitive women are scary," Malfoy said thoughtfully.
"He is just an ordinary old man. If he is not a god, how can he come to the altar?" He shook his head.
"If you want to hurt his reputation in this way, it's better to ask Rita Skeeter to write the "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" in advance, maybe it will be immediate." But Malfoy Hold this sentence in your heart.
"Don't worry, Hogwarts has complete protection measures, you have to believe in your own strength." Malfoy could only comfort him in another way, and this may be the only thing he can do now.
"With your good words, I also wish you good grades!" Fu Rong said sincerely, and she couldn't help showing a smile, and immediately felt a lot more relaxed.
In this school, there were either boys who coveted her beauty, or girls who were jealous of her. Such an ordinary conversation made her very relaxed.
Maybe the two of them can start out as friends
Furong's thoughts drifted a little, and then she suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, have you read the newspaper?" Fu Rong asked suddenly, her face flushed slightly.
"What newspaper?" Malfoy asked a little strangely.
"Oh, it's nothing, goodbye." The look on Furong's face suddenly turned cold, and then she turned around and left quickly.
"It's really hard to guess." Malfoy shook his head, not knowing what offended her.
"I think it might be cold on the day of the game." Malfoy suddenly whispered when Fleur's back was about to disappear from his sight.
The girl's slender figure froze for a moment, and then continued to walk forward without looking back.