"Furong, are you okay?" Madam Maxim looked at her student with concern, her complexion seemed to be very bad, without a trace of blood, and her whole body seemed to be on the verge of falling, as if she would fall down at any time. .
"Are you sick?" she asked.
At the door of the carriage, Beauxbaton's group of students were preparing to leave and follow their principal to attend the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament.
Fleur Delacour, one of the contestants, is on the list.
"My sister hasn't looked well since last night." Gabriel added from the side.
"I might have a cold, it's fine." Furong patted Gabrielle on the head and said softly.
"That's good." Madam Maxim still looked at Furong suspiciously, and at this time Furong "coincidentally" coughed a few times, Madam Maxim fully believed it.
Gabriel looked at her sister suspiciously. Her sister cared about her the most. If she had known that she had a cold, she would definitely not have slept in the same bed with her last night, because it was likely to be contagious.
At this time, Fu Rong gave Gabriel a proper look. Even if the little girl wanted to say something, she could only stop her words.
"By the way, Furong, when the awards are presented, remember to stay as far away from them as possible. If there is any emergency, hurry up and wait a little longer." Madam Maxim whispered in Furong's ear.
"Okay, Madam Maxim." Fleur nodded, trying to hide her abnormality.
The award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament was scheduled for the evening, and the setting sun had already sunk below the horizon at this time, and the faint golden and red intertwined brilliance sprinkled on the Hogwarts castle and all over the campus, looking peaceful and peaceful.
By convention, all major ceremonies are held after dinner, and today is no exception.
"Draco, your appetite looks good today?" Pansy looked at Malfoy and said in surprise, she straightened up to get some food, threw it into her mouth, and started to chew.
"It's still very ordinary." Pan Xi frowned in confusion, and shook her head, "It's a little richer than usual," she said.
"Maybe I have a good appetite today." Malfoy smiled, and continued to take food from the dinner plate.
"How did you do in the final exam?" the boy asked with seemingly no interest.
"It's not bad." Pan Xi tilted her head, leaned on the table, and replied weakly, "I can't ask you to help me review, you still have to work on your competition, don't you?"
"Work hard next semester." Malfoy sighed softly, and put the empty dinner plate back on the long table in front of him with some reluctance.
"Draco, you're a little weird today." Pansy noticed Malfoy's abnormality sensitively, "I always feel that you are a little weird." The girl moved a little closer, as if to look him carefully, and saw what to come.
"I don't think the second place will be as happy as the first place, right?" Malfoy waved his hand, wanting to change the subject without a trace.
"It's not for this reason, I think you must be hiding something from me, just like before." Pan Xi turned her head away, and seemed a little angry.
"The fourth grade is coming to an end, don't you think I'm a kid anymore?" Pansy was a little annoyed, her face turned a little sullen crimson due to her inner complaints.
"It's just such a petty temper, I won't be able to feel it for a while." Malfoy's eyes narrowed slightly, his mind turned, and he exchanged a glance with the old man at the guest-of-honor table.
Suddenly Malfoy became aware that someone else was watching him.
It was Fleur Delacour. She was enjoying dinner elegantly with Madame Maxime at the long table specially set up for the guests. Her dazzling silver hair was tied into a low bun, which looked simple and elegant.
Those charming eyes glanced back and forth across the Slytherin table from time to time.
Malfoy felt his heart beating suddenly uncontrollably, not because of the throbbing caused by the ambiguous factors that people often imagine, but a kind of faint helplessness about the future that cannot be grasped.
Malfoy looked at Fleur without hesitation, and the latter quickly moved his eyes away unnaturally.
The short eye contact did not allow him to get any other information. Except for the "artificial respiration" of the own goal, the two did not have any more intersections in the subsequent games. They both pretended that nothing happened Same thing.
This may be the best way to deal with it, and everything else may just add embarrassment.
But no one will know that the goddess of fate who loves pranks will design some unexpected plots.
Professor Tenelawyer, who was sitting on the teacher's dining table, was in a praying posture, chanting words, trembling and trembling crazily, even shaking the entire long table, Professor McGonagall showed displeasure.
"Sybil, what are you doing again? It's dinner time now." Professor McGonagall frowned, tapped the long table with his fingers, and asked with a slightly disgusted tone.
"Big things will happen tonight! Minerva!" Professor Tenelawy said in horror, shaking her head and putting her hands on her shoulders.
Her big glasses were hanging crookedly on the bridge of her nose at this time, and her hair looked messier than before. It seemed that she didn't eat anything, and lost her appetite because of panic.
"What's the big deal? Is it unknown? You say this at least six days a week, but none of it comes true. Or, do you think it's ominous to break a plate or drop a knife and fork on the ground?" Mag The professor was very dissatisfied, as long as he had a table with this woman, he would not even eat cleanly.
"It's true this time, you have to believe me." Professor Tenelawyer clasped her hands together, making an expression of expectation, and looked at the teachers around her, as if she was trying to win over those who would support her.
Snape glanced at her indifferently, and then cast his dark and deep eyes on the bowl of broth in front of him. It seemed that observing this bowl of broth was much more interesting than listening to Tenelawney's alarmist words.
"Oh, so it was all fake in the past." Professor McGonagall said coldly.
"Oh ha ha." There was a burst of joyful laughter from the long table. Flitwick, Sprout, and several other professors couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.
But Professor Tenelawney didn't feel embarrassed at all, and just continued to repeat some prayer words in a low voice.
The quaint bell rang heavily. At this time, all the students and staff had finished eating, and the food on the dinner plate disappeared in an instant.
Dinner is over.