The lucky few among them rubbed their eyes frantically in the morning, suspecting that they were hallucinating.
The Beauxbaton warrior who appeared in the Triwizard Tournament, Fleur Delacour, actually appeared in their school today
Have breakfast with them in an auditorium
At the corner of the long table, Furong cut the food on the silver plate elegantly and precisely with a dining knife, eating alone, ignoring the fiery gazes of these students, and leaving normally after eating, as if nothing happened.
Only their endless reveries were left.
She transferred? This is the first thought of many people.
Not right? It's all seven years of teaching. Beauxbaton is a warrior who can participate in the Goblet of Fire. It's impossible for her to repeat the grade
In fourth grade, she was a graduate of Beauxbatons' seventh grade.
If only one person said that he saw her, it might be a hallucination, but it is unrealistic to have hallucinations collectively. More than one student swore that he saw Fu Rong in the auditorium.
That means real.
Although her iconic long silver hair was coiled up and hidden in a white nurse's cap, her captivating, magical azure eyes were still so moving, and the white nurse's uniform set off her The graceful figure adds some dignified temperament.
The two temperaments of charm and holiness are intertwined, and there is a kind of poison-like magic power.
She went to the auditorium very early today, but even so, a few boys saw it, which was enough to cause a sensation.
The message went viral.
Soon they knew that Fleur was taking care of those patients in the school hospital as a medical staff of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.
At lunch time, at the long table in Gryffindor, Ron was chewing a beef patty, while cutting the beef leg in front of him with a knife and fork, talking endlessly.
"I really want to catch a cold right now so she might have to take care of me."
"You might have to amputate one leg first," said Hermione sarcastically.
"If you can get it back, it's a good deal." Ron said without shame.
"Mrs. Weasley heard, and might really break your leg first."
But wishes are good.
To everyone's disappointment, she didn't show up at noon.
Because she seemed to know that it would cause a riot.
This is not the result she wants, she is only here as a "nurse".
Seeing the patient moaning in pain made me feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Although it was hard work, she also seemed to truly understand that there are some things in the world that are both painful and happy.
As for those fiery gazes, they may have been bored and enjoyed the process before, but now they may be completely ignored.
"Mr. Moody, your injury is probably fine." Furong said formulaically.
At this moment, the ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
Moody was lying in the hospital bed, covered with a thin cup, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, his face covered with scars was no longer ferocious, but pale, looking somewhat weak.
"After resting for a while, you can participate in the operation."
It is said that the prosthetic leg was about to be broken, of course it is more than this injury, but it is lucky that it was not bitten
Fu Rong's eyes stayed on the medical record book in front of her, and she recorded on it, and said to Moody.
"After that, there will be surgery." Fu Rong nodded, and casually inserted the quill for recording in her front pocket.
"Mr. Moody, what kind of prosthetic do you want to get? There are peach wood, apple wood, walnut wood, rosewood, etc. Before, you used elm wood, which is harder...." Furong stood on Moody's hospital bed In front of him, asked skillfully.
"You can figure it out." Mad-Eye Moody said impatiently with his eyes closed.
"Then choose elm for comparison. Although it may be slightly harder, you will be more comfortable with it. What do you think, sir?"
"I am professional in catching dark wizards and evil creatures, and you are professional in treating diseases. As doctors, I don't like to intervene in fields that I am not good at." Although it was a word of trust, Moody's tone was a little anxious.
Maybe it's because I've been lying there for a long time, and I'm a little bored.
Now is the time to need him.
He coughed violently.
"Sorry," Moody said suddenly, sensing some impatience in the response.
"It's nothing to worry about, this is what I should do." Furong said politely, then turned around, and was about to leave the room to plan the operation.
"It's not because of this." Moody stood up, from a flat lying position to leaning against the head of the bed, whether it was the normal eye or the magical eye that pierces everything, they all stared at Furong .
Furong didn't feel anything, she didn't commit a crime, and she didn't feel the panic of being punished at all.
As for nausea
She's seen many more disgusting things these days.
Her heart has been trained to be quite strong.
"It was the previous problem. As an Auror, I didn't realize it..." Moody began to mention the Goblet of Fire.
"I don't even remember, sir. If it's because of this matter, it's better to apologize after I recover my memory." Fleur shrugged gracefully, smiled, and left the room.
Sitting on a bench outside the ward, she took off the other white gloves, rubbed between her eyebrows, and fell into the memories of not long ago.
It's near the end of the holidays...
The sky is dark, and the clouds are rolling like layers of cotton candy sprinkled with ink.
A group of strong rune horses are arranged in an orderly manner. They drag the carriage, flap their wings, fly in the sky, shuttle between the clouds, walk in the air, show a vigorous posture, and rush to England.
Most of the patients were asleep in the carriage.
Because the rune horses fly quite smoothly in the air, this ensures their comfort and does not feel any bumps.
Inside the carriage, almost all the decorative ornaments were taken away because they took up space, leaving only a chandelier for lighting.
Many sheets of blue and white wide cloth were supported on iron frames, and many compartments were separated for placing hospital beds.
On the side near the fireplace, there was a little space left, with a small coffee table and two chairs.
After the last patient was settled, Fu Rong covered her mouth, yawned slightly, and sat down on a round stool in front of the coffee table.
At some point, Madam Maxim was already sitting on a chair waiting for her. Her tall figure forced the headmaster of Fleur to bend her waist and legs to barely sit here.
On the round coffee table, the spout of a stoneware teapot is steaming, and the aroma of tea permeates the entire room through the spout.