Hogwarts Homecoming

"Oh, what - of course not!"

Fleur said blankly, and then she noticed the smile in Amosta's eyes and realized he was just joking.

"Then, are you really willing to support Beauxbatons? You know, this is the greatest magic school in Europe."

After recovering from her senses, Fu Rong's eyes fluttered, and she smiled coquettishly.

"I have reservations about that."

Amosta chuckled.

Fleur's English is not bad, but with a little French accent.

She introduced some things about Beauxbaton School of Magic and the local customs in France to Amosta. For a young wizard who has not yet graduated from school, Fu Rong's knowledge is very extensive, but it is far from comparable to Amosta who has traveled half the world, but Amosta did not point out what Fu Rong said. The mistakes and omissions in those, just maintain a polite smile.

"--I have a sister, her name is Gabriel, when the basilisk in the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets came to France for an exhibition, the professor who taught us about magical creatures once took us to the exhibition, oh, that was a ferocious one Earth guy, Gabriel went back and had nightmares for several days, it's hard to imagine how you subdued this ferocious guy!"

Fu Rong patted her chest and stared at Amosta with shining eyes, expecting to hear a thrilling and ups and downs story.

Amosta could tell that this little girl didn't come here to 'spy on information', she was just interested in herself.

Amosta, who came back to his senses, felt a little ridiculous. He was used to living a life of asceticism. He really didn't expect that he would be targeted by a little girl who hadn't graduated from school and met for the first time.

"Heh——, there is an element of luck—"

Amosta smiled ho ho, and simply diverted the subject. He was not Gilderoy Lockhart, and he did not have a penchant for bragging.

"Speaking of—"

After Amosta distanced himself from Furong by pouring wine, he looked at Furong's eyes,

"When the Triwizard Tournament is officially held, will you represent Beauxbatons, Miss Delacour?"

"certainly--"

Fu Rong brushed her long silver hair like a waterfall, her big blue eyes flashed white teeth, and her silver bell-like laughter shook the hearts of those who were secretly paying attention to this place.

"No matter which school holds the Tournament, I will represent Beauxbatons. I have read the contestant selection mechanism of the Tournament, and I think I can pass the test of the Goblet of Fire."

"Then, I hope your dreams will come true and you will get good results in the hegemony competition, Miss Delacour."

Amosta knew that he should leave, otherwise, sooner or later, a circle of jealous eyes would drown him. He took advantage of the opportunity to raise his glass to Furong, and after his lips touched the rim of the glass, he smiled and said,

"I think it's time for us to part briefly, Miss Delacour. I noticed that Mr. Crouch was winking at me over there. I think he should have something to say to—"

"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening—"

Just when Amosta was looking for an excuse to get away, a loud voice suddenly came from near the stage, overpowering the buzzing conversation in the banquet hall. Amosta followed the sound and found that Karkaroff was Quickly left Vip Draegern's side, and stared at Vip Draegern with great interest, on behalf of the International Federation of Wizards to entertain the Ministry of Magic of various countries and the entourage of the three magic schools tonight, who was speaking to everyone.

The Forest Fairy Troupe performing on stage paused the music, and the crowd gradually gathered in front of the stage to form a semicircle.

"It is with great joy that the International Confederation of Wizards welcomes this evening Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the British Ministry of Magic, and Mr. Ludo Bagman of the Department of Magical Sports Come to the venue, it is because of the efforts of the two that the light of the Goblet of Fire that has been extinguished for centuries can be rekindled. I think everyone here needs the efforts of Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman Express thankfulness!"

Vip Dragan raised his glass first, and paid tribute to Batty and Ludo in front of the crowd, and under his call, the rest of the people also raised their glasses one after another.

With a forced smile on his face, Batty turned his head and bowed slightly to pay tribute to the crowd, but when he faced Vip Dragan, his eyes were full of vigilance.

But Ludo didn't have any scruples. He smiled brightly and waved to everyone.

"Of course, we also need to thank Mr. Igor Karkarov and Mrs. Olim Maxim—"

When the applause and cheers caused by Ludo stopped for a while, Vip Dragern said with some urgency,

"It is precisely because of the positive response from the two magic schools, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, that we see the Triwizard Tournament truly come to fruition!"

Amosta squinted his eyes, and Batty also looked at him to remind him.

"Oh, promoting communication between different magical civilizations is something we have always pursued, Mr. Dragan—"

Karkaroff grinned, rolled his eyeballs, and said in a smooth tone,

"However, Mr. Dragan, I noticed that you left out key figures. I mean, Hogwarts--the school under the leadership of Albus Dumbledore has also been promoting friendly exchanges. Idea isn't it?"

"Oh, of course I won't forget—"

Vip, who has a lot of prestige in the International Federation of Wizards, moved his gray beard and said playfully,

"But Mr. Dumbledore is our president, and it is his job to promote exchanges between all parties, so I don't think there is any need to thank him."

Sparse laughter resounded from the crowd and many people shook their heads lightly, expressing their disapproval of Draghen's statement, and some people cast their eyes on Amosta Bryan, with a hint of schadenfreude.

But at this moment, Dragun suddenly changed the subject, and his eyes pointed directly at Amosta, who represented Hogwarts. There was a fleeting look of contempt and predation in his eyes, but there was still a sincere look on his face. smile,

"Just now was just a happy little joke with everyone. Of course we need to thank Hogwarts for its positive response, and here, we will meet a new friend, that is, instead of Mr. Albus Dumbledore, as Hogwarts represents Mr. Amosta Brayne at the banquet!"

With a calm smile on his face, Amosta nodded to everyone.

"Oh, Mr. Blaine, why don't you come up and show yourself?" Dragen said humorously, "Don't you want to be separated from the beautiful Miss Delacour?"

The crowd suddenly burst into chuckles, both kind and malicious, but there was a hint of shame and anger in Furong's blue eyes. Obviously, she didn't like such jokes.

"Go up and talk to everyone, Amosta!"

Ignoring Batty's cold gaze, Ludo excitedly waved at Amosta, seemingly completely unaware that this Vip Dragan had bad intentions.

"indeed so--"

In a moment, Amostar has chosen a method between coercion and temptation.

He walked forward slowly, facing the pairs of eyes with different thoughts, and smiled freely,

"Perhaps you don't know, before I became the director of the Hogwarts Student Security Office, I served as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and Miss Delacour's rich knowledge and talent in magic made me I am amazed, and I am planning to get a glimpse of Beauxbaton's advanced teaching philosophy from her."

This time, most of the people's chuckles were kind, and even Madam Maxim smiled at Amosta in a friendly way.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Batty's eyes, not to Amosta, but to the smiling old fox-like Vip Dragan

This guy probably thinks that Amosta is just a young and inexperienced wizard who only gained some fame under the management of Dumbledore, so he dragged Amosta out and vented his feelings towards Dumbledore. Dissatisfied, but judging from what Batty knows, whether it is strength or intelligence, Amosta Bryan is not a guy who can be manipulated by others!