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Chapter 712: The Flower of the Court and Hermione's Tears
Is there anyone else at the entrance to the Forbidden Forest?
Moreover, the other party can hide from his senses and consciousness, and has been lurking here without his knowledge.

"Wait. Horus, there are people there."

Peter pointed to the jungle towards Horus and said to him.

Little Horus immediately became alert, holding the "Bang Bang Gun" given to him by Boom-Boom, and walked step by step into the shadow covered by the trees.

"Who's there? Come out!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

A female voice came out from the darkness.

Furong covered her mouth, walked out of the shadows awkwardly, and explained to Peter: "I was just wandering around here and wanted to see the legendary forbidden forest. I definitely didn't mean to peek."

Furong, who had always been proud, was about to collapse when faced with this embarrassing scene.

She came out alone at night, just wanting to see the most famous Forbidden Forest in Hogwarts, which is said to be home to many magical creatures. She didn't expect to be discovered by Peter.

Although she used invisibility magic and remained motionless, and her inherent bloodline allowed her to blend in with nature, the explosion still exposed her.

The most embarrassing thing was that she was hurt in the mouth by the strange thing that Peter shot out.

Her upper lip was damaged by the explosion debris, causing her pain and numbness.

"It's you?!"

Peter looked at Fleur who suddenly appeared with a slightly surprised expression.

"Are you Fleur Delacour?"

"Yes sir, you know me?"

Fleur had a shocked expression on her face.

But she soon realized that she was talking nonsense.

They had just met during the day, so it was not strange for the other party to know his name.

"Yes, I know you."

Peter thought back on the information about the girl who was participating in the Triwizard Tournament.

Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France, was a quarter-Veela and later became Bill Weasley's wife.

The other person's grandmother was a Veela, which gave her blue eyes and silver hair. Her voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a sexy charm unique to French women.

In addition, Hibiscus' name means "court flower" in French, which implies her noble, cold, elegant and fragile image.

Despite being the "flower of the court", her marriage to Bill Weasley was full of challenges.

Even though Bill had a scar on his face, Fleur still chose him, which to a certain extent changed the relationship between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and made Mrs. Weasley's attitude towards her gradually become harmonious.

With the above information flashing through his mind, Peter said to her with a gentle expression: "You are the 'flower of the French court', aren't you? I have heard Madame Maxime praise you more than once."

Hearing Peter say this, Furong felt a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Mr. Padraic."

Then she thought of something very important and looked at Peter with a pleading expression, "Mr. Patrick, could you not tell Madam Maxime that I sneaked out at night?"

"of course can."

Peter nodded and waved to the other party, "Let me see your wound."

Peter asked Fleur to come over so he could treat her.

After all, I hurt her by accident.

Furong didn't hesitate and walked over to put down her hand, revealing her bleeding lips.

Seeing that the wound was not serious, Peter nodded and used the rune to heal her.

Feeling the coolness coming from the corners of her mouth and the pain slowly disappearing, Furong had a strange feeling in her heart.

"Well, fortunately the injury is not serious."

After the treatment, Peter glanced at the dazed little Horus next to him and said to Furong, "Let's go. I'll take you back."

Seeing Horus standing still, Peter called out to him, "Horus, go."

"Okay, Emperor Dad."

Little Horus responded and quickly followed Peter's steps.

On the way back to Hogwarts, Fleur wanted to ask Peter several times about the level of the Triwizard Tournament.

And what does "Emperor Dad" mean?!

But considering that it was a bit abrupt to ask directly, she finally swallowed the words on her lips.

When I get to know Mr. Patrick better, I'll ask him about it.

Furong thought secretly in her heart.

The next day.

Hogwarts.

"Of course I know you and Mark didn't sign up."

Hermione looked at the dejected Harry and the guilty Mark, and said, "I saw the look on your face when Dumbledore said your name, Harry, but the question is, who put your names in?"

She paused. "I think Moody is right, Mark, Harry. I don't think any student can do this. Ordinary students can never deceive the Goblet of Fire, nor can they shield Dumbledore's decision."

"Have you seen Ron?"

Harry suddenly interrupted Hermione and asked her.

Hermione hesitated, then said, "Well, I saw him. He was having breakfast."

Her eyes were a little evasive.

"Does he still think that I signed up myself?" Ron had ignored Harry since returning to the dormitory last night.

There was a problem with the friendship between the two.

"Well, that, I...I don't think so...I don't think so."

Hermione said with an unnatural expression.

"Hermione, what do you mean by probably not?"

"Harry, don't you understand?"

Hermione finally said what she was thinking, "He's jealous!"

"envy?"

Mark, who was standing next to him, asked in disbelief, "What are you jealous of? Ron wants to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, too?"

"Think about it, Harry, Mark."

Hermione thought for a moment, organized her words and said to the two of them, "Especially you, Harry. You are always the one who attracts everyone's attention. I know it's not your fault."

Hermione saw Harry open his mouth in anger and immediately made up for it, "I know you don't mean to attract other people's attention. But, how should I put it, Harry, you know that Ron has to compete with so many brothers at home, and you are his best friend and so famous."

"Every time someone saw you, Ron was left out. He endured it silently and never mentioned it to anyone. I think what happened this time was too much for him to bear."

"but."

Harry glanced at Mark and said, "Mark also has many brothers and sisters."

Hermione covered her head and said, "This is completely different. Mark's brothers and sisters are not ordinary people, and he is not an ordinary person either, otherwise he would not have been chosen this time, and..."

She paused and said, "Do you think there is no competition among these brothers and sisters in Mark's family?"

Seeing Harry's look, Mark said awkwardly, "There is still some competition in our family, but we have never had a big fight."

After Mark said this, he blushed a little.

Harry didn't notice Mark's expression and said unhappily, "Then let him be angry. He has never believed that I am unhappy. Maybe when I break my neck, he will understand. These are not my fault, but he mistakenly thinks that I caused all this."

Hermione looked at Harry's expression and didn't know how to persuade him anymore, so she could only sigh slightly.

The three of them walked out of the dormitory together and met an uninvited guest.

"Look, guys, these are the champions chosen by Hogsworth."

Malfoy appeared not far from the others, with a sarcastic look on his face.

He didn't dare to taunt Mark, so he aimed at Harry.

Malfoy, in a pretentious manner, said to his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, "Hey, guys, do you have a book signed by Harry? You'd better ask him to sign it quickly. I doubt that our classmate Potter will stay here for long, because half of the warriors in the Triwizard Tournament are dead."

Walking up to Harry, Malfoy said to him, "Potter, how long do you think you can survive? I'm guessing about ten minutes after the first event starts."

Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing next to them, both started grinning foolishly.

"Do you know who put your name in there, Harry?"

Harry glared at him, "It wasn't me."

"Stop pretending, Harry, you did it, you are the Hogwarts scumbag!"

Seeing Malfoy going so far, Mark clenched his fists and couldn't help but punch him.

Unexpectedly, Hermione reacted faster than him, "You're just jealous of Harry, Malfoy! Stop your stinking behavior."

"Am I jealous of him?"

Malfoy turned his gaze to Hermione, "I'm jealous of him? No, you're wrong, Hermione. You should say I'm jealous of you. It's more believable to say I'm jealous of you, a mudblood."

Harry's anger was directly ignited by Malfoy, and he pulled out his wand with a shout.

Malfoy was on guard against him, too, with his wand drawn.

Harry: "Hot and sizzling!"

Malfoy was not willing to be outdone and immediately cast a spell, "Front Teeth Are Like Sticks!"

The two magic wands shot out beams of light at the same time, which collided violently in the air and then bounced out.

Harry's magic hit Goyle in the face and Malfoy's magic hit Hermione.

Goyle screamed and covered his nose with his hands, and an ugly lump appeared on his nose.

Hermione groaned and covered her mouth.

Harry and Mark looked at Hermione in shock, only to see her front teeth growing downwards and finally turning into big beaver-like teeth.

"what!"

Hermione screamed as she touched her big tooth.

Just at this moment Snape came over, "What happened?!"

"Malfoy hit Hermione!"

Mark immediately complained to Snape.

Snape looked at Hermione expressionlessly.

Although Hermione tried hard to cover it, Snape still pried her hands open and saw her big teeth.

"Well, I don't think it's any different than before."

Snape said something that made Hermione burst into tears.

Hermione cried out, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. When she was about to turn around and run away, she saw Peter and his group preparing to leave, and immediately ran towards them in tears.

(End of this chapter)