The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"Have you found the clue?" The clue Linde mentioned was the clue to the second competition of the Goblet of Fire. The judges did not inform the contestants of the specific content of the competition, but asked the warriors to solve the mystery of the golden egg.

The golden egg recovered from the fire dragon's lair was an artifact. Fleur tried to open it, but a terrifying banshee howl came from the eggshell. Other than that, there was no mystery at all. In fact, only by placing the golden egg in water and opening it can the banshee's wail turn into the song of the puzzle.

So far, no one has solved the secret of the golden egg. The competition day is still far away and no one is in a hurry.

"Not at all!" She said so confidently, staring at Linde brightly, "You want to help me?"

"I won't help you."

"Then you are still asking me? No, you have to help me. Really, really, you help me solve the puzzle, and then I can win the second game beautifully, then the third game, and finally the championship .”

"Your hard power is the worst. If you just ask me to help you solve the puzzle, it will still be impossible to win."

Fleur smiled like a little fox, so cunning and innocent.

"You mean, are you going to help me more? I can accept it reluctantly."

"No preparation. You can compete on your own."

"Then tell me, who will win?"

Fleur jumped into the armchair next to Linde. She folded her legs, stepped on the edge of the chair with her heels, stretched her neck, and rested her pointed chin on her knees.

Linde didn't dislike her at all. She was like a snow-white rabbit. Others might get bitten when they got close, but Fleur was particularly kind to him. After all, Linde saved her life. This matter has different weights for both parties.

"The winner will be Harry."

"Hmph." Fleur said angrily, "I will win."

"You have no chance of winning. In all the futures of this history, you can't win. Harry, Krum, and Cedric, they are all too strong for you. But you don't have to be discouraged. The real heroes are always It’s running towards a future that you know will fail.”

"I can't accept it. If I must fail, I'll just push it out. I didn't come to Hogwarts to lose, but to win!"

Linde burst out laughing. He thought for a while and said, "Look, the meteor knows that it will be dim and leave no trace, but it still shines across the sky with great brilliance. This is the meaning given to losers by history. They want to Use your own destruction to illuminate the eyes of stargazers, letting them know that there are more than just eternal monuments to heroes hanging high in the night."

Fleur's eyes were red. It was the first time she showed such a sad look in front of Linde, "But I don't want to lose. I can't lose. I am a warrior of Beauxbatons, my classmates, professors, and Maxim." Ladies are counting on me.”

"No one wants to lose. Don't feel bad about your failure, Miss Fleur Isabelle Delacour."

"Why are you so sure that I will lose? What if I win?"

"I'm a prophet. I can see the future."

"Okay." Fleur buried her face between her legs sullenly.

Linde recalled that when he was in elementary school, he would make his female classmates cry. Then he would panic and didn't know what to do, so he could only apologize endlessly.

This kind of thing is so far away that Linde is not sure whether he has ever really made his female classmate cry.

He took out his wand and tapped it on the palm of his hand, and a large handful of camellias popped out of the air, "Here, take this."

Fleur raised her head and took the bouquet, her eyes were slightly red, she curled her lips and said, "Nothing new."

To Muggles this was a miracle, but to wizards it was nothing new.

Lind was speechless. He turned his wand and pointed it out the window of the common room. The winter snow clouds dispersed in the direction he pointed, revealing a hundred thousand square miles of clean and sunny weather, like a blue canvas, with the surrounding clouds flowing out. Little white animals are playing and chasing each other on the canvas.

"Is it a weather spell?" Fleur blinked in surprise, "Are you so powerful? I never thought that someone could control such a large-scale weather... How did you do it?"

"magic."

Students from the three schools came to the windows to look at the sky. The children could only scream.

Ms. Maxim was sitting in Hagrid's hut. She looked up and covered her mouth in surprise. Karkaroff's face was gloomy in the captain's cabin of the big ship on the Black Lake. He was afraid of the person who created this scene, and his fingers were trembling because of it.

"Why is Dumbledore so powerful?"

The old principal stood by the window and gently stroked his beard, his expression full of smiles and a little fascination, "Can I touch such power one day? Ah, Gellert, I feel eighty years younger all of a sudden. age."

Furong's eyes were full of surprises. She spoke a few words in her native language, and all the unpleasant haze was swept away.

"De Lin! Did anyone tell you! Did anyone tell you!"

"What?"

"You're so handsome!" She praised enthusiastically, then scratched her hair irritably, "Ah - why didn't I meet you earlier! Why don't you come to Beauxbatons to go to school? Now I feel like Hogwarts is pretty good. Yes, because you studied here. Now I want to stay here, or in two years, when I apply for a job here after graduation, will you stay? Can we make an agreement? "

"What a kid."

"You still look down on me. Well, I will prove it to you. I will win the Triwizard Tournament and prove your prediction is wrong." Fleur got close to Lind's face and bit him viciously.

"I can't go wrong."

"Everyone makes mistakes, just wait and see!" She ran away quickly.

In the next few days, Linde's ears finally cleared up. The silver-haired girl was now deliberately avoiding him. This sudden change in attitude also confirmed the capriciousness of the woman's mind, and he was only satisfied with this.

The Beauxbatons students lived in a large coach, and Fleur and her sister Gabrielle Delacour always got into the same bed before going to bed and had some heart-to-heart conversations.

"Fleur, why don't you go find that De Lin?" Gabrielle teased, while the two sisters clasped each other's fingers under the quilt.

"If I don't go to him, he will definitely miss me."

"Why do you like him? Just because he saved you?"

"Who likes him? I'm just grateful. Gratitude and liking are different. He already has a lover. There is no possibility between us. So I must win the competition, and I also want him to take the initiative to invite me as his dance partner."

"Tell me about that day. How De Lin saved you from the mouth of the Welsh Green Dragon. I was so frightened in the stands that my heart was in my throat."

"I have said it many times. At that time, my mind went blank. When I came to my senses, he was standing next to me, that's it."

Gabrielle stared at Fleur suspiciously, snorted, got out of bed, ran back to her bed and fell asleep.

"Gabriel, Gabri? What's wrong with you?"

"I'm going to go to bed!"

Fleur smiled and got out of bed. The silk pajamas hung on her beautiful young body. She walked to the desk, opened the "Handbook" and studied very late. Even the stars dozed off before returning to bed.

"Good night." She said silently to the ceiling, closing her eyes and letting the memory come back to her.

She actually remembers what happened on November 24th clearly. When the fire curtain that exploded from the green dragon's mouth rushed in front of her, it was suddenly split open by a palm stretched out from the side, and then a shield of iron armor spell was held up. , withstood the green dragon's charge. Furong staggered and fell backwards, sitting on the ground, while Lind stood in front of her, his back silent as a mountain peak.

Fleur's heart began to beat for another person at that moment. (End of chapter)