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"She is showing disdain for Professor Dumbledore's speech!" Hermione said angrily.

"Did we invite them here? And even if it's cold, why don't you put on a cloak?"

Her complaint only received a perfunctory response from Harry. Ron was still acting like a resentful woman at this time, staring intently at Malfoy, who seemed to be having a good time with Krum.

Today's dinner was extremely sumptuous. The house elves in the kitchen seemed to have tried their best to prepare a variety of delicacies, including exotic foods.

"This is French onion soup, and this one is French fish soup. In comparison, I prefer onion soup. When Professor Forrest took me on a trip, I drank many bowls. I can't stand fish soup. , and beef tartare, which is totally raw beef.”

After spending more than a week eating and shopping in France, Harry, who knew a lot about the food there, introduced several kinds of food on the long table to Ron and Hermione, which they had never seen before.

"I know the fish soup. My parents also saw it when they took me on vacation in France, but we just took a sip and never touched it again." Hermione said with some disgust as she looked at the bowl of seafood chowder.

Ron didn't seem to have any intention of trying it. However, other Gryffindor students took a bowl of fish soup and tasted it. After that, no one tried it a second time.

Just when Harry and the others were concerned about the injuries sustained by Hagrid's hand from a blast-ended snail after they had just taken care of the horses at Beauxbatons College and rushed back to the auditorium to sit down at the end of the professor's chair.

A clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded behind Harry and the others.

"Hi! Harry, we meet again."

Harry and the others turned around. Fleur held her head high and was greeting Harry with a smile on her face.

Hermione also recognized it at this time. She was the Beauxbatons girl wearing a scarf who made a mocking sound when Dumbledore was speaking.

And Ron was stunned when he looked at Fleur's blue eyes, white teeth and long silver hair that reached her waist like a waterfall.

Harry looked surprised when he saw Fleur.

"Miss Delacour! I thought you hadn't come."

"Just call me Fleur. How could I not come to Hogwarts?" She sat on an empty seat next to Harry, squeezing Hermione aside.

This made Hermione's impression of this extremely beautiful girl even worse.

"If I hadn't come here, Beauxbatons wouldn't have been able to choose any other warriors."

Her tone was very arrogant, just like her posture, which made Hermione look at her with a clearly unkind look.

Harry didn't pay much attention to it. He spent a few days with Fleur during the summer vacation of his second year, and he was already used to her character. He knew that she was actually a sharp-tongued person, and sometimes she even lost her sharp-tongued attitude in front of Sherlock. .

"Can you give me that fish soup? I see that none of you are interested in it."

Ron, whose face turned red and who had been nagging like a resentful woman for a long time but could not utter a single word at this time, quickly brought the bowl of fish soup to Fleur.

Fleur's big blue eyes suddenly curved into crescent shapes.

"Thanks."

Even when she was saying thank you, she still stretched her neck like a swan, more like she was accepting gratitude from others.

Ron's face turned a little redder. He opened his mouth and tried very hard to spit out a "you're welcome" from his throat, but he couldn't say it for a long time.

"Did you fly all the way from the sky? From France to England?"

Harry was obviously more interested in Beauxbatons' transportation.

"I flew here, but the experience was not good. It was very cold in the sky, especially after entering the UK." Fleur said while sipping the fish soup in the bowl, "I would rather use the Floo directly. Come here, but Madame Maxime doesn’t want to make such a simple appearance. In order to give Beauxbatons face, she can only use that flashy carriage.”

Such a straightforward statement slightly restored Hermione's bad impression of her.

But it's just a little bit of recovery.

"Stop talking about me, what about you? How has Sherlock been doing this past year?" Fleur asked.

Hermione, who had been paying attention to her, subconsciously narrowed her eyes after hearing this.

As a girl, especially an extremely smart girl, Hermione could easily spot details that stupid boys couldn't.

Fleur first asked "Where are you?", but then she deliberately mentioned Professor Forrester's name.

This showed that there was only one person she really wanted to know about the current situation, and the reason why she used the word "you" was just to consider Harry's feelings.

And the most important thing is that when the name "Sherlock" was mentioned, Hermione could clearly detect that the eyes of the girl named Fleur were shining slightly.

Unusual, very unusual!

Hermione secretly made this definition in her heart.

However, Harry didn't think as much as she did, he said carelessly.

"I've been doing well lately, and Professor Forrester's life should be pretty good too." Harry scratched his head and continued, "But he seems to have had some trouble with his girlfriend recently, Professor Silk. I haven’t spoken to him for several days.”

"Bang!"

The silver spoon reflecting the white light fell weakly onto the gold plate, making a crisp trembling sound.

Furong's entire face was dull, as if she was suddenly petrified by someone's spell.

"Girlfriend...girlfriend?"

She looked at Harry with empty eyes, and unconsciously stammered the words that Harry just said.

Harry felt baffled by her reaction and said confused.

"Is it weird that Professor Forrester has a girlfriend?"

Hermione, who had seen all this, suddenly said something meaningful. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com

"Don't talk nonsense, Harry, neither Professor Forrest nor Professor Silk have admitted their relationship with each other."

The next moment, Fleur's eyes lit up again like a statue that had been given a new soul.

"Is this just a relationship you speculated on?"

Harry looked puzzled.

"Even if they don't declare it to the outside world, they are already living..."

"I have inquired, and Professor Silk's house is actually next door to Professor Forrester's house, so it is not surprising that they visit each other."

Hermione wasn't staring at Harry when she said this, but at Fleur.

When she saw this girl with beautiful silver hair like Silk, her eyes became brighter and her face became brighter and brighter, she seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.