Hogwarts Homecoming

Vip Dragan wanted to have some fun at Hogwarts, and Igor Karkaroff of Durmstrang, he wanted to have some fun for both Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.

Few of the guests in the banquet hall could not turn their minds around. Almost all of them sang together, and they could clearly see the plans of Draghen and Karkaroff who set up Amosta Bryan .

Dragen's statement could not completely convince Mrs. Maxime. She was displeased and wanted to say something, but when she saw that her favorite student, Fleur, was quite moved, she hesitated. , and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Fleur has always been Beauxbaton's favored child. The outstanding appearance brought to her by Veela blood and her outstanding magical talent have made her very popular among her peers. Perhaps, it is also appropriate to let her suffer a little bit. Not a bad thing.

With this thought in mind, Madame Maxime finally said nothing, and by the way stopped the officials of the French Ministry of Magic who wanted to say a few words for Fleur.

Old Barty stared at Vip coldly, annoyed at his intransigence. He had already made up his mind to say hello to Dumbledore later, and to give Dragan a serious look at him, but The most urgent task is to remind Amostar not to fall into the trap.

However, when Batty noticed Amosta's expressionless face and his calm eyes, his slightly nervous mood suddenly calmed down.

"Don't be mean, Amosta!" Ludo exclaimed happily, "Let's see what you can do!"

Dragern's calculations did not change Amosta's color, but Ludo Bagman's eagerness to watch the excitement caused two black lines to appear on Amosta's forehead.

Is this guy really stupid as the rumors say, or does he have bad intentions?

Amosta also noticed the anticipation in Furong's blue eyes, and couldn't help laughing inwardly. After all, she was a little girl who didn't graduate, with a pure heart.

She was probably the only person in this banquet hall who just wanted to see her own skills.

"In this case--"

Amosta's thoughts turned, and after a few breaths, he faced Fleur and smiled,

"Miss Delacour, let's compete—"

Dragen and Karkaroff showed joy at the same time. Before they had time to say anything, Amosta said immediately,

"However, I have a little opinion on the way of the competition."

"how do you want to do it?"

Furong stepped into the center of people's sight with slow steps, and she asked with great interest.

"My personal humble opinion is that since the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance mutual friendship, and this reception is held to prepare for the Triwizard Tournament, then, me from Hogwarts and me from Booth Barton, it is obviously inappropriate for you to directly engage in a duel--"

Amosta shook the crystal wine glass slightly, playing with the corner of his mouth,

"I have an idea--since Mr. Vip Dragan proposed the competition, how about letting him participate in the competition?"

Vip's face changed suddenly, before he had time to pick himself out of the vortex, he heard Amosta express his opinion,

"Let the two of us compete with Mr. Vip separately. How about who can disarm Mr. Vip faster?"

"I think this is a very appropriate proposal." Barty Crouch stepped out, clapping his hands with an indifferent smile on his face.

"It's not appropriate--"

Veep Dragern's complexion is not very good now.

Of course he wouldn't think that he would be disarmed by a young girl who didn't graduate, but Amosta's proposal was almost like throwing back the difficult problems he had thrown at him before. He is the face of Sparton and the officials of the French Ministry of Magic.

"I think it's very appropriate!"

Batty showed a strong side, he raised his voice to interrupt Dragern's evasion, and then looked at Fleur gently,

"I don't think Miss Delacour will reject this more decent and more revealing method of competition, will she?"

To be honest, Fleur obviously wanted to compete with Amosta, but it was hard for her to refuse Mr. Bryan's suggestion. Just as she was hesitating, Fleur suddenly noticed that Mrs. Nod.

"I think Mr. Blaine has a good idea—"

Furong nodded, but her face was slightly regretful.

Crash!

Ludo was not the only troublemaker in the crowd. In an instant, the dining table across the banquet hall was moved to the wall by magic, and a spacious space was immediately vacated.

But it took some time to prepare, after all, Furong couldn't "dance swords and guns" with people in high heels and low-cut dresses that fit her body curve!

"Good job-"

People are paying attention to Fleur Delacour, who is eager to try, and Vip Draguen, who is looking sullen.

Batty took the opportunity to come to the smiling Amosta and said something in a low voice.

To be honest, Batty's praise made Amosta a little surprised. He knew that the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department didn't like him that much.

"The good show will be played later—"

Amosta took a sip of the sherry, raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"So--"

Fu Rong, who had changed back to Beauxbaton's school uniform, was holding a magic wand, and her heroic standard duel preparations won the applause of many people.

"Excuse me for my offense, Mr. Dragan."

"Oh, I hope my old bones can last a little longer!"

Even though his teeth were itching from hatred, Dragen still tried his best to show his demeanor.

Under the candlelight as bright as the stars, a bright red light from the tip of the Hibiscus wand opened the prelude to the competition.

It can be seen that Beauxbaton must have courses similar to the dueling class. Fleur is not just waving her magic wand indiscriminately. The standard that minor wizards should have.

And Vip participated in the pursuit of those remaining wizards after the downfall of Grindelwald. He came from the war years and was a powerful wizard with outstanding mana!

No one, not even Madame Maxime, expected Fleur to succeed in confiscating Vip Dragan's wand.

The fact is also the same. Looking at the normal duel, the biggest trouble that Draghen may foresee is to try his best to perform as hard as possible, and be careful not to beat Beauxbaton's little girl all at once, so that Madame Maxime can't step down.

But three minutes later, a gray curse light still hit Furong's wrist with precision, making her lose her balance and her wand fell to the ground.

"Ah—" the unwilling Furong stomped her feet, feeling lost, "I failed——"

Many people could not help smiling, but no one wanted to tell her the truth.

"You almost made it, Mademoiselle Delacour--"

Draeghen stabilized his pace, wiped the sweat from his forehead 'panting', and the smile on his face fully demonstrated the demeanor of a 'senior expert',

"To be honest, I have never seen a young wizard as good as you. I bet, Miss Delacour, you will definitely become a strong contender for the championship of the Triwizard Tournament. Your future is limitless. Of course, none of this would be possible without Beauxbaton's excellent teaching methods—"

Even Mrs. Maxime's expression softened after these words and Dragern's mercy just now, and she didn't care so much about Vip Dragern's involvement of Fleur in her little thoughts.

"Well, it's your turn, Mr. Blaine—"

It was not that embarrassing for Fu Rong to lose to a prestigious wizard, let alone the other party gave her such a high evaluation. Furong raised the corners of her mouth, like a little girl who got her favorite gift for Christmas. She walked briskly to Amosta, looked at Amosta with somewhat proud and provocative eyes and smiled.

"I hope the following presentation will enlighten you, Mademoiselle Delacour--"

Amosta said cheerfully, he handed the wine glass to Barty Crouch, and with everyone's eagerly looking forward to it, he went on stage.

Anxiety quickly filled the air that was still relaxed just now.

Everyone wants to see how capable Amosta Bryan is. Although the Daily Prophet has already carried out detailed reports, everyone knows the political color of the Daily Prophet itself.

Even if what the reporters heard from the villagers of Hogsmeade is true, how much insight does a group of foolish people have? Maybe, what they say, er, is just the bragging of good-for-nothings!

"You're right, Mr. Blaine—"

There was a flash of prey in Dregenn's eyes. He looked at Amosta who was wearing a straight black suit that supported his figure.

"Hopefully this matchup will serve as an inspiration to those who witness it."

Amosta chuckled but didn't speak. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he groped his body a few times, but as the movements progressed, his expression became serious.

"What's the matter, Amostar?"

Barty Crouch frowned and asked nervously.

"oh--"

Amosta shook his sleeves again, and after a while, he spread his hands with an innocent look on his face,

"I seem to have forgotten my wand—"