Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 557
Very few young wizards could listen to Professor Brain's last point, and people were eagerly discussing what he had said before.

The Triwizard Cup and the thousand galleons mentioned before are rewards that only champions can obtain, and Professor Brain made it clear that as long as they are selected as warriors, their reputation will immediately be known to the entire European magic world, and warriors At the end of the game, you will also receive at least several thousand galleons in rewards.

This has undoubtedly ignited the enthusiasm of many students. Some young wizards in Hogwarts who were previously afraid of the dangers of the competitions have already planned to change their minds. A few capable people are borrowing quills and parchment everywhere to prepare for the end of the dinner. Then immediately sign up for the Goblet of Fire.

"Age line——"

Fred Weasley's eyes sparkled, "That's easy to handle, you can definitely be deceived by the age-enhancing agent, right? As long as your name enters that cup, just smile happily - it can't be distinguished Please tell me who is over 17 years old and who is under 17 years old!"

"Are you planning to participate?"

Ron asked vaguely. He was obviously a little dazed by the fame and bonus.

"But you only received an investment of one thousand galleons"

"Who would think that the gold in their hands is too much, little fool--"

George Weasley said.

"I must remind you!"

Hermione took a deep breath, glanced at Ron warningly, and then said to Fred and George,

"The game is dangerous, and I don't think underage wizards can handle the game safely. We haven't learned enough!"

"We are students of Professor Blaine's physical education class. Hermione, you have taken this class yourself and you know how capable we are now!"

Fred said unhappily.

"But the crux of the matter is-" Hermione said urgently, "you are not the only ones participating in the physical education class, there are some adults in it. You can't possibly compete with them."

"Then let's wait and see -" George said confidently, and then he called to Fred, "Let's go, brother, tonight is a sleepless night!"

Hermione underestimated the temptation of becoming a warrior to this group of boys. Ron stared at the backs of Fred and George in a daze, seeming to be hesitant to follow. Even Harry looked hesitant. Although he Not interested in gold and fame, but no one would refuse this honor.

The crowd dispersed very quickly. Many people even trotted up the stairs and couldn't wait to go back to their dormitories to prepare. Considering the special circumstances tonight, Filch and his Lady Norris would definitely not wander around the castle. Arrest the little wizard who doesn't sleep on time.

"let's go"

Professor Brain hurried upstairs. No student dared to block his way. Karkaroff also led his students to the outside of the castle. It seemed that he had no intention of staying in the castle, while Bagman He was still talking to Dumbledore at the staff table. When the auditorium was almost empty, he had no intention of ending the conversation.

Seeing this situation, Ron said in despair.

They followed the end of the crowd and walked upstairs. When they reached the third floor, they found Lavender and Parvati parked on the platform of the third floor, frowning and muttering to the corridor. Neville was there too, looking surprised.

"what happened?"

Hermione walked up and greeted her two roommates.

"Oh, that female student from Beauxbatons!" Lavender said unhappily, "We saw her going that way!"

"what?"

Hermione was not the only one who was surprised. Ron and Harry also opened their mouths and blinked in shock.

"She must have gone to see Professor Blaine!"

Parvati glared at Harry and said angrily,
"Maybe she found Professor Blaine through the back door. I mean, she definitely wants to defeat her classmates and become a warrior, right? Oh, I bet Professor Blaine can see who she is at a glance!"

Office of Student Safety.

In order to greet the guests who came from afar tonight, out of courtesy, Amosta drank a lot of wine but didn't eat anything. Therefore, Amosta made himself tea as soon as he came back. Then, he walked behind his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a box from inside.

The box contained some lightly sweet biscuits, which he asked the elves in the kitchen to make specially. The daily desserts at school did not suit his taste.

Tuk, tuk, tuk--
Just as Amosta was holding the teacup from the fireplace that had some extra tea leaves to prepare for tonight's sleepless night, and was about to return to his seat, there was a sudden knock on the door. "Please come in--"

In the office, Amosta's somewhat helpless invitation sounded.

It was Fleur Delacour.

Fleur tied her hair into a high ponytail, which made her look much more capable than she looked just now. As soon as she walked into the office, she did not rush to say hello to Amosta, but instead looked at Amosta's face with curious eyes. In the office, when she discovered that the famous Amosta Blaine was working and resting in such a simple office, her eyes showed obvious surprise.

"Is this Hogwarts style, Mr. Blaine?"

Furong walked in and asked in a very familiar tone,
"It's your personal style, this office looks like a place where ascetics live!"

"A well-educated guest should not point at someone else's home without saying hello when he steps into the door, Ms. Delacour--"

Amosta smiled casually. He gestured to Fleur, who looked taller than half a year ago, and motioned for her to sit down. Then, he walked to the window to open it for some air.

"do not--"

Fleur did not sit down, but came to Amosta's desk with great interest. She glanced at the snack box Amosta took out, and then her eyes fell on a large bundle of unanswered questions on the side of the desk. She didn't know why, but she curled her lips unhappily.

She noticed that Amosta was opening the window, shuddered, and said with a bit of complaint,

“Hiss—it’s so cold here!”

"Then you should be glad that the Triwizard Tournament is not held in Durmstrang."

Amosta shrugged and left the window. He let the flames in the fireplace grow stronger, then returned to the sofa and sat down.
"What's the matter, Miss Delacour, is there such a lack of hospitality in Hogwarts that you couldn't wait to come to me after the dinner to complain?"

"Oh, I don't have as many opinions about this school as I do about you for the time being-"

He looked at Amosta Brain, who was sitting opposite him with his fingers intertwined. They met at the preparatory meeting for the Triwizard Tournament. This was their second meeting. Compared to half a year ago, Amosta Brain There is no change in Brian's appearance, but there is a seeming calmness and majesty between his eyebrows. When his eyes accidentally touch him, it will always make people feel palpitated.

Fleur has almost never felt this kind of emotion from other men. Generally speaking, when a boy faces her, he is always the one who feels nervous. Moreover, Amosta Blaine's special pair of lavender eyes The light inside was always very pure, without the eagerness and nauseating possessiveness she was used to feeling.

Mysterious and powerful.

This is what Fleur said about Amosta Blaine.

"I've probably written you three letters, Mr. Blaine, the most recent one just two months ago--"

Fleur leaned slightly, and the flames in the fireplace turned her slightly exposed collarbone into pale gold. There was a strange emotion in her hoarse voice,
"But I haven't received a reply, Mr. Blaine. I presume my letter is in the pile on your desk that's labeled 'reply not required'?"

"what--"

Amosta smiled,
"The house elves at Hogwarts are responsible for sorting letters for me. They may have made mistakes in their work. Don't worry, I will severely reprimand them-"

Humph--
This excuse was a bit too confusing. Fleur made a dissatisfied snort in her nasal voice. Her eyes wandered around the room, and she hesitated for a moment. She did not ask what was behind the black curtain on one of the walls of the office.

This office was too shabby. After looking at it for a few times, Fleur completely lost interest. She returned her gaze to Amosta Blaine, who was maintaining a polite smile, her eyes moving.

"Can I ask a question, Mr. Blaine?"

"what?"

"The witch you defeated in the Quidditch World Cup--" Fleur suddenly became very interested. She stared at Amosta's eyes seriously and asked coldly,

"What is your relationship with her?"



(End of this chapter)