The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

This is a world full of pretty dogs.

Wizards are also human beings. Although their personal aesthetics often vary, the charm of Veela is a magical effect, and its attraction to men is unparalleled. The sirens in mythology can enchant sailors to death with their songs, while the Veela can make men swoon just by standing there.

Reporter Jennifer stared at Fleur Delacour's face, which was as delicate and cold as frost, and muttered jealously: "She just has a pretty face, but besides that, what else can she offer? Just a current student."

Lovegood on the side said the opposite: "Being selected as a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament proves her ability. Moreover, age cannot represent ability. Most wizards have almost no progress after graduating from school. "

Jennifer pursed her lips, her face changed, sometimes ashamed, sometimes sad. Finally, she touched her pearl earrings, showed her arrogant expression again, and said loudly: "What if I have the ability? I'm just a student. I won't be there until I leave school." You know, in this society, rich wizards have the final say. She can rely on her good face to become a sugar daddy."

Lovegood frowned, turned his head and said casually: "I heard that people who keep pets will become more and more like their pets. I didn't believe it before, but now I see a living example."

Jennifer's face was ashen and she didn't say a word.

Silver-haired Fleur stood on the field, her face paler than her hair, looking a little sickly. The whole school's cheers were dedicated to this young beauty.

During the half month of exchange study at Hogwarts, Fleur made great progress with the help of the "Handbook" and the teachers, but it also made her see her shortcomings.

Not all students at Hogwarts are better than her. After all, the "Handbook" is not the Midas touch, it just makes good students stand out more.

But there are still a few who are so strong that they don't even look like school students.

The magical world has always been a small world full of fairy tales and miracles, but there are also disputes in such a small world. After all, there are people who are superior and inferior.

Some people are like mountains, such as Dumbledore, the highest mountain in the 20th century. The top is obscured by clouds and fog.

There are also some hills, the top of which seems to be visible.

The four members of Gryffindor are very powerful. Luna, the crazy girl from Ravenclaw, has suddenly emerged and performed very well. Hufflepuff is represented by Cedric, and Slytherin also has Draco Malfoy. Descendants of pure blood saints.

There are many talents from allied schools, and Fleur represents the 700-year heritage of Beauxbatons. If she wants to prove that she is also a mountain, she must compete with others. The high-spiritedness of the student days lies in this gap between contention and non-contention.

With her young eyes, Fleur couldn't see the staleness and old-fashionedness of wizard society. She only saw that there was a mountain climbing road in front of her, so she had to go for a walk and have a try.

"Okay, Miss Delacour is already standing on the field. The opponent she selected by drawing lots is a ferocious Welsh Green Dragon. The god of luck has favored this beautiful girl, because the Welsh Green Dragon is the least willing to mess with all dragons. A troublesome one."

Bagman's excited explanation came from the stands.

"But even so, we still can't take this beautiful thing lightly. After all, she is a big thing weighing several thousand pounds. In London in 1666, a Welsh green dragon's cub caused a fire, but it caused many Muggle casualties. So. Be careful!"

Fleur took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the Welsh Green Dragon.

Ms. Maxim discussed countermeasures with her in private, and it was indeed the best plan to draw the green dragon. Her relatively timid temperament allowed her to get close to the female dragon.

The distance between the two sides shortened from one hundred feet to seventy feet. At this time, the golden eggs in the nest were very eye-catching. The green dragon showed hostility and emitted a beautiful and rich cry to warn the little wizard not to get closer.

In full view of everyone, the silver-haired beauty suddenly began to dance. She had demonstrated graceful dance moves at the welcome dinner of the Goblet of Fire. Everyone did not expect that she would have such courage to dance in front of a vicious monster. Such a move was unbelievable. It's no less dangerous than running on the edge of a cliff.

"What is she going to do? Our Miss Delacour has beautiful dancing postures. Oh, the scene in front of me is so familiar. Principals, professors and classmates present, if anyone goes to watch the Quidditch World Cup during the holidays , you must know what I’m talking about. The mascot sent by the Bulgarian team at that time was a group of Veela, and their performance was unforgettable.”

Indeed, eleven out of ten male wizards in the stands wanted to rush into the game and have a close encounter with the team mascot.

According to the person involved, when he saw Veela dancing, his mind went blank and he just felt extremely happy.

Delacour's dance is a vehicle for ancient magic.

Wizards in ancient times often used dance to please the gods, used exaggerated body movements as gestures for casting spells, and paired songs with songs as spells. The magic they cast often had miraculous effects.

Nowadays, this type of magic has been basically lost. The reason is also very simple. The spell-casting process is too cumbersome and too replaceable. Since the invention of the wand, a large number of similar ancient magics have been made obsolete. Today's wizards don't even know this magic exists.

Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he praised Ms. Maxim beside her for the students she had trained.

"I thought the dance spell had completely disappeared in the ocean of time."

"Fleur's grandmother is a pure-blood Veela. This is her family's magic."

The old principal said that he had learned a lot.

The hibiscus on the field was like a willow leaf swirling in the wind. The body moved and the limbs stretched. There was no sound on the field, and even the commentator started hesitating.

yawn--

I don’t know who started it, but sleepiness is contagious, and the audience yawned one after another. This silky sleepiness spread out from the stands to the stadium. The professors responsible for protecting safety unconsciously drooped their eyelids a little. The Welsh Green Dragon, who was facing Fleur, lowered his head and shook his head. He staggered down and lay down.

A fire dragon that required dozens of professional wizards to cast sleeping spells fell into a deep sleep under Delacour's dance.

This is due to the magical effect of ancient magic. In short, the more people affected, the greater the power of the magic. If hundreds of people were not drowsy, this wonderful atmosphere enhanced the magic. Powerful, the green dragon will not be hypnotized.

"Successful." When Delacour saw the green dragon closing its eyes, he stopped dancing and ran towards the golden egg quickly.

There is no time to waste, you must take advantage of the dragon's short dormancy to grab the golden egg.

Seventy feet, sixty feet, fifty feet.

The originally silent stands became warm again, and everyone's cheers broke through the effect of dance magic.

"Hurry!" Furong gritted her teeth and ran wildly, spreading her long legs, bypassing the entrenched fire dragon, and rushed towards the dragon's nest behind it.

Roar--

The dull dragon roar was like an engine igniting, and the Welsh green dragon woke up, it was awakened.

Fleur was only ten feet away from the golden egg.

"Quick!"

Roar! ——

The evil wind sounded behind him.

"ah!!--"

The green dragon quickly turned around and bit, then charged towards the silver-haired girl with its ferocious mouth, its furious dragon flames ready to strike.

She had no way out, no place to escape, no place to hide.

Turning his head in horror, he could only watch helplessly as death rushed towards him.

At the moment of dying, Fleur clearly saw a black cat wearing a cloak and holding a scythe, squatting on the sand not far away, staring at her coldly.

That's the Black Cloak of Death. (End of chapter)