I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 149 Friendship with Furong

"That - I'm a little carried away." Hermione, who was inexplicably flustered by Fleur's charming blue eyes staring at her cheeks, suddenly blushed a lot.

At Hogwarts, there was always a figure above her, suppressing her.

No matter how hard she tried, Owen would always be one point ahead of him.

He seems to be doing it on purpose!

Whenever he felt that he was about to surpass him, that guy would run forward a lot.

Then he turned to look at her with a mocking expression.

Until the next time, she regained her courage and fell into involution again.

How long—how long, she hasn't seen such eyes.

Believing, Hermione suddenly felt a little proud.

Let's see!

She's not bad either.

"Thank you, Hermione." Fleur stretched out her fair and slender hands and spoke English with a strong French flavor.

She held Hermione's hand tightly, "No one has ever said these words to me. You are the best witch I've ever seen. Well. Except our headmaster."

"You're welcome. I. I'm not that good!"

Hermione's little head was steaming, and Fleur's numb tone, or a strange girl's 'flattering' to her, especially since she came from another magic school, made Hermione very helpful.

The little witch's face was rosy, and her whole body exuded a strong light called "confidence."

Look at Hermione's face.

Fu Rong's heart was slightly touched.

As the chief wizard of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her reputation in this school is actually not very good.

No matter how good she is.

There will always be people who will make an understatement and say: "Humph - it's just good luck that I inherited the bloodline from Veela!"

From entering school until now, she can hear such words, such words, and similar words no less than a thousand times.

It's like a flimsy line of blood inheritance, and all her efforts will be overwhelmed!

It includes all the hardships she went through practicing spells until late at night, and even dislocating her arm in pursuit of standard movements!

Why should they!

Why did one sentence kill all her efforts!

Especially the girls at school!

Because of her natural charm, most boys would flock to her even if she never took the initiative to tease her.

Maybe it's jealousy, more likely it's hatred!

Rumors about her were spreading everywhere in the college, and some even made up some rather nasty and nasty lies, wantonly trampling her dignity and personality underfoot.

At this time, she will practice magic even more crazily, because only in this way, she can escape from this world for a short time, enter the sweet magical illusion, and avoid the tongues of those accusers!

"Fleur—can I call you that?" Hermione smiled sweetly.

Fu Rong, who was stunned, quickly responded: "Of course. If you like it!"

"I like your name very much."

"Then - let's get started!"

Taking a deep breath, Hermione calmed down her heart again.

Then, she began to actually teach the technique of casting spells without a wand.

The magic power slowly flowed out from her fingers, lifting the surrounding tables and chairs like a tray.

Under the sunlight, Hermione opened her arms, and invisible silk threads spread out from all over her body, either stuck, or hooked, or lifted.

In short, soon, all the desks and chairs in the classroom began to surround her - they circled, surrounding her from top to bottom.

Training officially begins.

Magic training is like most physical training in the world, even harder, because it is not simply physical pain, but also mental torture.

But—this time, Furong didn't feel any mental pressure.

She had to admit, Hermione was a pretty good teacher.

She told her all of her understanding of casting spells without a stick.

No reservations at all.

It was hard to imagine that they had fought before, and this was the first time they had met officially.

This girl—Furong looked at her gratefully, she was so kind and brave, and she had something that she never had.

And that thing fascinated her deeply.

As the scorching sun sets, the girls' friendship is established.

They were whispering, discussing magic, and making crazy comments about Owen.

Silver bell-like laughter came from the classroom, flying far, far away.

Fu Rong, who gradually relaxed, finally found the trick.

She was too tight before.

Sometimes magic is like this. The more you pursue it, the harder it is to catch it. But when you want to change your focus, you may find what you want around the corner of the road.

After several hours, Fu Rong made rapid progress, and she was gradually able to control some lighter tables and chairs to float.

"Huh~"

The sweat on her forehead soaked her hair, flowing slowly from both sides of her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest.

Sweat soaked her satin-like clothes.

"I seem to have succeeded."

Fleur, with her shiny silver hair, said in surprise, and then immediately turned to look at Hermione who was sitting on a chair nearby, fanning herself with her palms.

"Well—just remember this feeling, and then just keep trying and practicing." Hermione, who was no less sweaty than Fleur, said weakly.

Her temples were also wet.

Her hair was tied into a ponytail by magic.

Ever since Owen transformed her into this hairstyle, Hermione has always felt that it suits her very well, looks good, and restrains her fluffy hair.

"Let's get here first today!" she said while wiping her sweat.

"Okay!" Furong agreed immediately, then raised her slender hand, and gently fanned the cool breeze on Hermione's little face, "Is it cool?"

"of course."

Hermione responded sweetly.

Girls' friendship is like this, it is always built unconsciously.

"The weather is getting hotter and hotter." The bad girl's eyes flashed with a sly look, "Well - we can go take a bath!"

"Tak-bath?" Hermione stood up with a bang.

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There are many manors in Beauxbatons, one after another, and the internal roads are not much simpler than Hogwarts.

Although there is no spiral staircase, the most important check-in attraction of the school, which is a headache for freshmen.

But Beauxbaton's intricate palace-style corridors and gates will definitely make most people dizzy.

There are several doors in each room, and they are connected in series so that you can't tell which is the real exit.

Among them, the huge manor in the girls' dormitory passed through the magic restriction, like a gate made of gold wire, and soon the two came to the indoor garden created by high-level alchemy.

There is a spring in the center.

Juanjuan streams are constantly emerging from the springs.

There is a layer of mist floating on the water, obviously, this is not cold water.

Next to the hot spring.

Fleur, waved her magic wand, and a row of wooden boxes hidden in the tree trunks in the distance suddenly opened, and many bathrobes flew out.

"This is my sister Gabriel's dress." As she spoke, she looked Hermione up and down.

"Maybe you're a little too small." She laughed and put the bathrobe on Hermione.

Then a miraculous scene appeared, the bathrobe of unknown material actually 'eat' the girl's clothes.

Then it fit close to her body.

The sudden turn of events startled Hermione, and she quickly hugged her arms tightly.

"It's amazing, right!" Furong also put on a bathrobe that looked like silver silk.

"It looks like just a bathrobe, but in fact, it is also a creation of alchemy. It can wrap your original clothes, clean them, and even automatically repair your clothes. After taking a bath, with a spell, it will be It would be amazing to give you a clean set of clothes again!"

She squatted down slowly, put her left hand into the water, held the wand in her right hand, and danced up and down.

She didn't stop until a certain temperature made her feel comfortable.

"I heard that it was invented by Professor Flamel specially for myself to take a bath easily."

Then she walked into the pool.

Feeling the gradual pressure swallowing her up.

The close feeling made her feel satisfied and happy.

"You know, he is over 600 years old and needs someone to take care of him." Fu Rong stretched out her arms as soft as snow lotus root, and coiled her silver hair high.

"But the professor is a strong person. He doesn't want to be taken care of like a useless person, so he invented many alchemy items for life."

"Automatically sowing fields, harvesting rugs for cooking."

"Any door that can go to many places."

"A crystal ball that can see the future."

"The little horn for the early warning."

"A penetrating ring that penetrates everything."

"The holy grail of making wishes come true—of course not very inspired."

She raised her head and let the running water gently kiss her cheek.

It can be seen that this bath should also be the work of alchemy.

Hearing Fleur's narration, Hermione was a little surprised.

It turns out that alchemy still has such a life-like side. She always thought that most of the magic alchemy was weapons.

Then she also walked slowly into the water.

Feel the warmth wrapping people around.

She closed her eyes involuntarily, umm - I won't be copying books today.

Let’s be lazy for a little while!

She thought so.

"It's so cute, just like my sister." Furong said lazily, "It's a pity that she went home during the summer vacation and didn't have the chance to meet such a good friend."

"Not that good!" Hermione replied with a slight blush.

"The little wizards at Hogwarts are very friendly, Owen—"

"He has a poisonous mouth and a broken mouth. In fact, he is quite a good person."

"Really?" Fleur expressed doubts, and cast a puzzled look at Hermione.

Nice people?Why didn't she feel it.

"As long as you don't go against him." Hermione responded with some embarrassment. She knew about the grievances between Owen and Fleur, or the entire Beauxbatons.

"He is the most unique in Hogwarts." Perhaps in order to restore Owen's poor reputation, Hermione said again: "He is a maverick and does whatever he wants no matter what he does. He has the talent and ability to do that. talent."

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