The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 314 Little Green Tea! (asking for monthly ticket)

Mad-Eye's eyes suddenly went dark and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Discovered?

impossible!
It must be an unexpected failure, yes, that's it!

Although he was reluctant to believe it, Mad-Eye had to admit that this little Hufflepuff wizard was a little weird.

I didn’t dare look at Mu Sheng with malice anymore.

"Need some help, Alastor?"

Dumbledore glanced at Mad-Eye's smoking magical eye.

“It’s just a small problem.”

Mad-Eye rejected Dumbledore's offer: "Let's get down to business, Dumbledore!"

After saying this, Mad-Eye walked to a corner with his cane, took out a palm-sized tin bottle and took a sip.

The magic eyeball was broken, and he couldn't observe anything secretly.

Barty Crouch of the Ministry of Magic announces that only students aged 17 and over will be allowed to register for the Triwizard Tournament.

This decision instantly caused dissatisfaction among some students, mainly those from Hufflepuff.

They believe that this regulation is targeting their college.

Most students from the other three colleges had no objections. After all, as long as Mu Sheng signed up, it would obviously have nothing to do with their college.

Instead, Dumbledore took out the Goblet of Fire and announced that anyone who successfully put a note with their name on it before Thursday could sign up for the Triwizard Tournament.

The students from these three colleges were somewhat unhappy.

"Since you can deliver the note yourself, what's the point of the previous rule prohibiting students under 17 from registering?"

"Can that broken cup stop Victori?"

"Why not? The spell on it was cast by Dumbledore!"

"So what? That's a man who can tear a basilisk apart with his bare hands and whose casually trained subordinates can defeat Death Eaters!"

"Just watch. I bet it's Victari who's representing Hogwarts!"

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As the complaints from the students of the Third College grew louder, Justin stood up with a group of students from the Glory Society.

The students who were complaining soon quieted down.

"Is this the student organization called Guangyaohui?"

Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang, looked at the group of students who looked more like a military unit and said to Dumbledore:

"No wonder they were able to repel the Death Eaters, they are so powerful!"

"It's just a bunch of kids fooling around, hehe"

child?

What kid could tear a Death Eater to pieces without batting an eyelid?

Karkaroff complained in his mind.

Suddenly he lost interest in talking to Dumbledore and picked up a piece of steak and started eating.

After the dinner, the students dispersed with anticipation for the Triwizard Tournament.

Late night
The Ravenclaw dormitory at the top of the tower.

The warm air rose from the ground and condensed into mist on the cold glass windows.

Just like a hibiscus flower with its petals wet by the morning dew.

Furong, the dignified and proud lady at the dinner, was now kneeling on the Western-style curtained bed with her fat hips raised high.

The warmth on the body surface is stimulated by the cold air, and tiny beads of fragrant sweat seep out.

Fleur's senses, enhanced by the spell, allowed her to clearly hear the breathing of her sister Gabrielle and the female students of Beauxbatons in the surrounding rooms.

Although she knew the sound would not spread, Furong instinctively bit her lower lip.

All the shouting was blocked in the throat.

"They can't hear you!"

Mu Sheng suddenly spoke, and the sound like the knocking of gold and jade echoed throughout the bedroom, scaring Furong.

The hairs on his head stood up and the muscles on his back contracted all the way down like a frightened cat.

Mu Sheng also clearly felt the changes in Furong's body.

This time I'm really going to be scared!
Pulse ray attack!

After a dozen seconds, the energy is exhausted!

Mu Sheng fell on Furong's clean back.

A bit slippery
After using the last bit of her strength to remove the spell of heightened senses from herself, Fleur finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Mu Sheng held Furong in his arms, without even wiping the sweat off his body, he just stroked her smooth skin, thinking about the mystery of the origin of magic.

"Don't do this again next time. If someone finds out, how can I manage the Beauxbatons Student Council?"

Furong blamed with a look of regret.

Don't think that she can work with Megan, Penelope and others to set up some test for Mu Sheng to save the world.

But that’s because we are all family members, and our relationship is closer than that between parents and siblings.

Furong would still be very ashamed if her younger sister and classmates really saw her slutty side.

"How could you possibly find out? Besides, weren't you enjoying it just now?"

"I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Furong said stubbornly.

"Really?" Mu Sheng said with a sly smile, "Then how about we try the Circle of Light Spell from the Sensory Spell Series?"

Round Light Mantra?
Information about the spell instantly popped up in Furong's mind.

This is a magic spell developed by Mu Sheng based on the circular light technique of the Eastern wizards. It can project scenes from other places right before one's eyes.

Just hearing Gabrielle and the others' breathing and mumbling while they were sleeping was enough to overwhelm her.

If this is done with the round light mantra
Just thinking about that scene gave Furong goosebumps all over her body.

"No, don't use it, please, Master Victory~"

Furong pleaded in a tender voice, her azure eyes like a lake filled with mist.

I don’t know if it’s because she became Mu Sheng’s follower, or because of his hard work in nurturing her, but Furong’s veela blood has become even purer.

Every frown and smile seemed like a deliberate seduction.

The army, which had just finished a battle, was planning to capture another city.

"ah!"

Furong immediately noticed the movement of the mountains and suppressed it with her backhand, but it seemed to have the opposite effect!

She stared blankly at her palm being stretched out little by little. After thinking for a few seconds, Furong decided to take the initiative.

A head-on confrontation!

Use your hardest bones to fight against Mu Sheng’s hardest muscles!
Between the two peaks of the Lady Peak Mountains, a stream flows out of the valley, following the direction of the mountains and converging into a white lake in the low-lying area.

The next day at noon, in the Hogwarts common room.

Fleur, wearing a slim blue lady's dress, walked briskly to the Goblet of Fire and threw the note with her name on it into the flame in full view of everyone.

The blue flame suddenly jumped up and then fell back.

"Success!"

Gabrielle happily stepped forward and hugged Fleur's arm, looking at her sister with adoration.

She knew her sister would succeed!

My sister is the best student in Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in a hundred years!
Apart from her, no one else is qualified to represent Beauxbatons in the Triwizard Tournament!

"Mind your manners, Gabrielle!"

Fleur caressed Gabrielle's face lovingly, took her hand and walked towards the door of the common room.

With his head slightly raised and his back straight, he looked proud as if he was ignoring everyone's gaze.

Just like a noble princess from France, she disappeared into the bright sunshine outside the door under the gaze of the untouchables. Only after Furong's back disappeared did the boys in the common room retract their eyes that were almost glued to her.

"It's so beautiful!"

"If Furong could go out with me once, I would be willing to die."

"Don't even think about it. With Victory here, how could such a noble lady fall in love with you?"

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Thinking of what happened at the opening dinner yesterday, these male students were filled with hatred.

Not only is he handsome and tall, he has good grades and is very capable, but why is he so popular with women?
Why are there such people in the world?

Damn it!

If these jealous male students knew that their unattainable goddess had helped Mu Sheng squeeze milk for the whole night, I wonder what their expressions would be.
"Shh! Stop talking, Victory is coming."

The students in the lounge looked towards the door, only to see the protagonist, who was being talked about and envied by everyone just now, walked in accompanied by several young and beautiful girls.

Hermione, Luna, Cho Chang, and Astoria.

Each girl was prettier than the other, which made the students present envious and jealous again.

The boys were jealous of Mu Sheng's surroundings, while the girls were jealous of Hermione and the others' monopoly on Mu Sheng.

"Try it now, Victory. I've prayed for you. You will succeed!"

Astoria grabbed Mu Sheng's hand and placed it on her chest, tilting her head to look at Mu Sheng, her golden curly hair slid down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her eyes were shining brightly.

"Victori can succeed without your prayers!"

Hermione habitually retorted to Astoria.

"I know, Sister Hermione, but what does this have to do with my prayers for Victri?"

Astoria looked at Hermione strangely, as if asking, why don't you pray for Victeri, don't you care about him?

Hermione was choked up for a moment. The fact that she was sorted into Gryffindor showed that she was not a particularly delicate person.

After hearing what Astoria said, Hermione immediately understood the other party's sinister intentions.

'Damn green tea!'

'Calling me sister, do you mean I'm older than you?'

"So what if I'm older? I developed earlier than you! Little brat!"

Hermione puffed out her chest somewhat proudly, trying to show off her feminine charm, but after glancing at Astoria's chest, she shrank back unnaturally.

'Damn, why are her breasts bigger than mine?'

Small-breasted Hermione felt uncomfortable, this wasn't fair!
"Let's not delay, there are other people queuing behind us!" Luna reminded softly.

Behind them, a group of students in Durmstrang uniforms came in.

Hermione and Astoria then turned their heads away and stopped looking at each other.

Mu Sheng pulled his hand out of Astoria's hand naturally, as if he saw nothing.

Holding the note with his name on it, he walked into the age circle in front of the Goblet of Fire.

This is a spell cast by Dumbledore to keep out students under the age of 17.

It’s a bit like the circle that Wukong drew for Tang Seng.

However, the circle drawn by Dumbledore was completely unable to stop the great demon Mu Sheng.

A demonic light flashed in Mu Sheng's eyes, and he easily stepped into the circle.

He unfolded the note in his hand and saw a name written in two scripts: Victory Held.

The first name was written in Hermione's handwriting, and the last name was written in Astoria's handwriting.

Mu Sheng curled his lips and secretly thanked God that Luna and Qiu Zhang did not join in the fun, otherwise he could imagine Dumbledore's expression when he saw the note.

"Now that it's like this, there won't be a fight in the future, right?"

Mu Sheng seemed to see Hermione and Astoria fighting each other, and he himself shouted at the side, "Stop fighting!"

"Let's talk about it later. If it doesn't work, I'll give each of you a magic fruit!"

Mu Sheng gathered his scattered thoughts and casually threw the note into the Goblet of Fire.

The blue flames rose and fell before returning to calm.

"It worked! I knew my prayers were useful." Astoria took the credit for herself without hesitation.

Then, without waiting for Mu Sheng to go out, he ran excitedly into the age circle.

"Be careful!" Hermione subconsciously reminded when she saw this.

It's just too late.

A circular magic light flashed across the ground, and Astoria's slender body was instantly flung away.

"Oh"

Astoria seemed to have just remembered that there was a spell cast by Dumbledore around the Goblet of Fire, and she closed her eyes in fear and screamed.

"Oh wow."

The other students in the lounge were also frightened by this sudden change and screamed in surprise.

As if he couldn't bear to see such a delicate girl who looked like a doll fall heavily to the ground.

suddenly,

Mu Sheng appeared out of nowhere in mid-air and hugged Astoria, who was still screaming.

At the same time, Mu Sheng's figure in front of the Goblet of Fire also shattered like bubbles.

"Stop screaming, we're safe now!" Princess Mu Sheng held Astoria in her arms and slowly landed from the air.

After hearing Mu Sheng's voice, Astoria closed her mouth and slowly opened her eyes.

"Victory."

Astoria looked at Mu Sheng aggrievedly, as if she had not yet recovered from her panic.

"Let's see if you dare to be so reckless in the future."

Musheng glared at Astoria reproachfully, then bent down slightly and was about to put her down.

But Astoria stretched out her hands and hugged his neck, then used her arms to gain leverage and turned around, clamping her legs around Mu Sheng's waist.

Hanging on him like a koala.

"What are you doing? Come down quickly!"

"No, I want it this way!"

Astoria buried her head in Musheng's neck and said in a muffled voice.

Mu Sheng was helpless and thought that she was just scared, so he let Astoria hang on him.

And he supported her thigh with one hand to make it easier for her.

"Is Astoria okay?"

Hermione, Luna and Qiu Zhang surrounded the two after they landed.

"She must be frightened. I'll take her back to the dormitory to rest first."

"Then go ahead and don't worry about us. Hermione, Luna and I are going to the library to read."

Qiu Zhang was a little worried about Astoria's situation and urged Mu Sheng to leave quickly.

Although Hermione was a little skeptical, after a year of being together, she knew that Astoria's health had always been poor, so she didn't say anything.

Luna, on the other hand, looked at the air around Astoria's head with a strange expression, wondering what she saw.

"Then I'll leave first"

After saying hello, Mu Sheng just left with Astoria in his arms.

Hermione stared at Mu Sheng and Astoria leaving, feeling something was wrong.

Just as Mu Sheng stepped out of the lounge door and into the sunlight.

Hermione suddenly saw Astoria raised her head and gave her a triumphant smile.

"I knew it. She did it on purpose!" Hermione's chest swelled with anger.

(End of this chapter)