The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Chapter 572 The handsome one is Tom Yoder

"No one is forcing you to stay!" Hermione was "detonated" by Fleur's words like a powder keg. First she teased her boyfriend, and then she slandered her favorite school. Which one was intolerable?

So she said to Furong unceremoniously: If you don't want to eat, you can go away, no one will force you to eat.

However, Hermione's plan was based on British cuisine. Unfortunately, Furong is a French student.

So she smiled slightly and looked at Hermione, "Miss, I'm just stating the facts. These dishes are indeed unsatisfactory... but I can also understand your difficulties. After all, the most famous restaurants in London are Cooks French food, isn’t it?”

Hermione: ...

"Hogwarts will still ensure that you live a comfortable and happy life here." Tom, who was sandwiched between Hermione and Fleur, said calmly, "For example, there is a French fish soup there. If you want to drink it, I can help you." You serve a bowl. I can guarantee that the taste of the food cooked in the Hogwarts kitchen will never be inferior to that of an authentic French restaurant. Also, restaurants that serve Turkish and Chinese food are also quite popular in London."

After a brief exchange, Tom discovered that Furong was best described as an eccentric person. This girl is a little clever and is very good at tricking others. She had just successfully deflected the topic, distorting "Hogwarts' poor hospitality" into "Britain is a food desert". If Hermione continued to argue with her on the topic of "food", she would be asking for trouble - because Britain is indeed a food desert.

But Hogwarts did not treat these guests badly and provided them with the best conditions possible. Complaining like this is indeed a bit dishonest.

"Yes," Hermione immediately began to fight back as if she had found the source of firepower, "Hogwarts has always been so considerate."

"Okay, please get me a bowl of fish soup, and if possible, some of the red wine stewed beef and snails over there, thank you very much." Fleur was very calm and didn't take Hermione's words to heart at all. superior. To her, Hermione was like an immature little sister who could be easily rubbed.

She put her hand on her scarf and pulled it coolly, and a waterfall of silver hair spilled out. In an instant, there was a beautiful silver color in the auditorium, attracting everyone's attention.

When Fleur released her "seal", many boys at Hogwarts were suddenly stunned. They seemed to have fish bones stuck in their throats. Their faces turned red and they were speechless. Their companions shook and slapped them until they recovered.

Half-blood Veela, so terrifying!

Hermione frowned, always feeling like she was completely defeated in the confrontation just now.

But at this time, there was a gentle collision in front of her. Hermione looked toward the sound and saw Tom placing a bowl of soup in front of her.

"French fish soup, I just tasted a little, it tastes quite good, very delicious." Tom pushed the soup he had just served towards Hermione. Next, he followed the same example and bought a lot of exotic delicacies from around him: French baked snails, red wine braised beef, Swedish meatballs, roast venison, Icelandic lamb soup...

"You took too much, you idiot." Hermione muttered under her breath, then took a sip of the fish soup in front of her.

The taste was indeed extremely delicious, and Hermione's eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

While Tom was enjoying his meal, Malfoy was also trying to find a common topic with Krum. Malfoy was lucky today. Krum happened to be sitting next to him, so Malfoy kept chatting with him.

After entering the Great Hall, Krum took off his fur cloak, revealing the blood-red robe underneath, which stood out among the black-robed Hogwarts students. At this time, he was listening to the blond guy next to him chatting nonsense with him.

Krum's English level was average, while Malfoy's speech was not slow and had some special accent, which made Krum feel dizzy.

"What you did against Ireland was truly heroic -"

When Malfoy brought up this topic, Krum's face darkened - he really didn't want to mention anything. His performance was very heroic, but he lost! He would rather win a little cowardly.

"Where is Tom Yoder?" He abruptly interrupted Malfoy's greetings. He just wanted to see what the legendary man with a rare patron saint looked like, who could single-handedly fight dozens of dark wizards. Before I was at the World Cup finals, I didn't have the opportunity or the mood to pay attention to this. Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally want to see what this guy looks like.

Malfoy, who was interrupted, felt unhappy. The fact that Krum spoke about Tom Yoder made him even more dissatisfied, but he couldn't get angry with Krum, so he had to go to the Ravenclaw table. One finger:

"That's Yodel."

"Which one?" Krum looked along Malfoy's finger and saw nothing among the heads.

"The handsome one is Tom Yoder, and there is a very beautiful girl sitting next to him." Goyle, who was sitting next to him, had wanted to join the conversation for a long time. When he had the opportunity, he took the initiative to point it out to Krum. Tom's location.

Malfoy:…

Why are there so many Yodel fans around me? Goyle, please explain clearly, what does it mean that the handsome one is Tom? !

Malfoy looked at Tom eating and drinking not far away, and gritted his teeth with hatred: How could there be such a disgusting person in this world!

Klum, who got the new tip, immediately locked onto Tom in the crowd, but he was disappointed by the guy's appearance. He looked like there was nothing special except that he was a little handsome, and he just looked like a little boy. But the girl next to him who was drinking soup looked pretty.

The young wizards in the audience were chatting animatedly, and the professors on the stage were also busy.

Dumbledore looked at this lively scene and happily said to Mrs. Maxim on his left: "It seems that our plan is going very smoothly, and the children are chatting happily with each other."

Mrs. Maxim smiled and modestly expressed her hope that her pampered students would not make any jokes.

"The representative of the Ministry of Magic is here, Ludo, over here!" Karkaroff raised his glass, patted the seat next to him, and motioned for Ludo Bagman, who had arrived late, to sit next to him.

Hermione's question was answered. One of the two representatives sent by the Ministry of Magic was Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department, and the other, more outrageous, was Percy, who had just joined the International Exchange Department.

Director Crouch is gradually withdrawing from politics, and he has handed over many projects to his own staff for implementation. For example, at today's opening ceremony, he entrusted Percy to attend on his behalf.

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Good night.