[hp] stay out of it

When I looked at him he looked at me.

On the one hand, it is well known that French pure-blood wizards are quite extreme and are unwilling to send their children to magic schools to hang out with "unstable" little wizards.And the birth of Bruce was deliberately arranged, (out of the peculiar psychology of pure-bloods accumulating chocolate frog slices) his blood is definitely the purest and most comprehensive in all of France.

What was he doing standing there at Beauxbatons?Are the Boyles crazy?

There is a conspiracy.

On the other hand, when I was still living in China as a glamorous scholar, I didn't have any brothers, so I couldn't guess the mood of this guy, and I didn't know how to treat him.

Ok……

Go up and punch me to express my anger after being abused by his father?

Or do I just avoid him so that he won't get excited and reveal all my old secrets?

Oh, Merlin's beard.I looked over at Ramstrong's Krum, remembering that these guys were sitting on our house table.

I started debating whether to push them onto other houses' desks... then I realized that I had the subjective will to change the more important plot details, while still standing on the steps.

This is a new discovery.It seems that my formula about "what to do will be 'shaked' and what not to" needs to be updated and revised-this formula is based on the theory I have studied before, with participation, change, and strong subjective awareness Weak parameters, objectively and scientifically help me analyze what can be done and what can't be done-this formula makes me proud, and I can be sure that if it is not me, but someone else ran to the place that does not belong to him Either, he will be dealt with as an accidental deviation because he frequently violates the rules, or he dare not interfere with anything, in order to avoid the butterfly effect, he will spend his whole life in a place where no one is around...

This guiding formula is a milestone masterpiece, thank you to the world for giving me data and research conditions to complete it.

I think my research frenzy broke out again. I tried to preliminarily correct the formula in order to predict the result in advance. When I came back to my senses, everyone had already sat down, and Dumbledore happily gave a speech on it.

……

Well, call me a nerd, I won't protest this time... Maybe I should be more conscious of my surroundings?

Well, for example, the thing about Bruce Boyle sitting diagonally across from me.

Falk.

"...I hope and trust that you will be comfortable and happy here." Dumbledore finished speaking, his plate piled high with food.

Bruce was pretty quiet and nothing happened, and I'm grateful for that.The beautiful Fleur laughed at the word "comfortable and pleasant", and went to Hogwarts to bring a plate of miscellaneous fish soup during the meal, and everything was exactly as I remembered it.Subtle magic.

Maybe I stared at Fleur for too long, Bruce finally found a good excuse to talk, he glanced at me, touched Fleur who was sitting next to him: "Hi, let me introduce you, this is my brother, Vincent."

I:……

Benelli and Danqi, who were talking to a few students from other schools sitting on the other side, immediately stopped talking and turned their heads to stare at me.And I almost pressed my face into the pudding, and the pudding crumbs were almost eaten into my lungs.

I thought this guy would be a very peaceful person just now, but I didn't expect that he would sell me without thinking in the first sentence. Could he say that my father is a famous British fugitive in the next sentence?

I coughed desperately, and found that the air in my lungs was getting less and less, and there was almost all pudding left. I turned the wand upside down with difficulty, and cast a spell on my poor lungs, disposing of those things that shouldn't be in the lungs .When I put down my wand to wipe my tears, I happened to see Fu Rong's scrutiny turned into admiration: "Your brother is also very powerful, has he mastered the silent spell at such a young age?"

Bruce's second sentence was addressed to me, and he said in a regular manner: "Vincent, this is Fleur Delacour, she is always so beautiful."

I smiled at Furong, and almost habitually said modestly that I didn't know it at all, but I swallowed this sentence in time.Well, having said that, she is really beautiful.

I don't want to mess with Bruce, but out of courtesy, I introduced my buddies Benelli and Dench to each other, as if I hadn't noticed for the first part of the meal that I had a "brother" sitting with me. Like under the nose.

One of Fleur's friends was quite interested in this topic, and looked me up and down: "Bruce and you have a good relationship, he has only been in our school for a few days, and he always talks about his powerful brother—is it you? You too Pure blood?"

In the face of unpleasant conversations, it is the basic skill to deal with it calmly. I couldn’t eat the pudding anymore. I pushed it aside, thinking of the pure blood that Sirius also hated, and nodded: "I am."

The girl has passionate and three-dimensional short hair, and then said: "You are indeed very good. If we are old enough, we might be able to see you and your brother's duel in the Triwizard Cup."

This girl seemed to be here to make soy sauce for Bruce, and she didn't assume that other people would also be selected.Fleur raised her eyebrows slightly and gave Bruce a disdainful look.Bruce, who was innocent and resented, smiled decently, and smiled at Furong: "I think Furong is more likely to be chosen—after all, I have not received systematic education, and I may not be able to keep up with everyone's progress."

Hearing this, I confirmed that Bruce went to study at Beauxbatons temporarily this year—the seventh grade is considered the last year in any school. He enrolled in Beauxbatons at this time and became a member of the candidates for the Tournament... ...the Boyle family's unscrupulous style is on full display.

I exchanged glances with Benelli and Danqi, and planned to go back to the dormitory after dinner to discuss in detail that Boyle's visitor was not kind.After finally waiting for Professor Dumbledore to finish introducing the rules, promote the spirit of competition, put an end to cheating, and wish everyone a good night, I said goodbye to everyone in Beauxbatons perfunctorily. Squeeze out in the crowd of excited people.

Kakarov blocked the way at the door for some reason, and there was a complaint from the front: "It has something to do with Potter again."

After such a delay, Bruce, who was left behind, caught up. After leaving the auditorium, he did not leave the gate, but followed us to the depths of the castle.Madam Maxim was watching Karkarov warily, not noticing that one of her students had left the group.Bruce's long blue run stood out against his black robe, and I couldn't use the "no see you" policy anymore, so I took him to an empty classroom and planned to ask him what he was up to.

Bruce followed happily, without any precautions. For a moment, I had the urge to join my two friends and beat him up.As I closed the classroom door, I asked Bruce, "What are you trying to do?"

Bruce didn't have time to answer, he propped up the door which was closing with one hand, followed by a dragging and soothing voice: "Ah, look who this is? A Boyle at Hogwarts What ulterior motive is Cili planning?"