The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Due to differences in language and culture, it was difficult for Fleur to understand Linde's story, but she still understood the last paragraph.

"So that's why you keep me practicing the same spell over and over again? You want me to find the right emotion for the spell, is that what you mean? I get it! I know how to improve! Thanks, Lin, that helps!"

Linde said calmly: "Not too stupid."

This guy was so irritating that Furong finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to the podium to punch Linde.

"Don't make trouble."

"Lin, do you think I can win?"

"cannot."

"I will ask you this question every day from now on." Fleur pulled his arm reluctantly.

Not wanting to be entangled, Linde took off the boiling crucible, poured out the potion and handed it to her, "Drink, this is power."

Fleur held her nose and drank it, then turned into a green-skinned orc - that's weird. This is a potion that promotes the growth of magic power and can stimulate potential without overdrawing the future.

"Did you secretly add a love potion to it?"

"No."

"Then why do I think you are getting cuter and cuter?"

"It's disgusting." Linde spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "After drinking the medicine, continue to practice the Iron Armor Curse, and try to do it within half a second. It can save your life when you are in danger."

It seemed that as soon as spring passed, time became wasted. June was just around the corner. Bagman took four players to see the final venue of the competition-the maze.

The tall shrubs planted by Hagrid formed the walls of the maze. It was really a rather wide maze, and the passages could accommodate a carriage, and of course the monsters.

Fleur enjoyed being with Linde very much. Although she never felt close to him, he was interesting enough and could chat about any topic, like an invincible old man on the Internet.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't tell why she felt anxious and urgent. It was the upcoming exams in the school year and the final game of the Triwizard Tournament, or the fact that she was about to say goodbye to Hogwarts and not see Lind.

Separation is such a strange emotion. The circle in which Fleur lives has always been very stable, and she has almost never really experienced separation.

It was another Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This year's new professor, Mad-Eye Moody, was an old guy with a bad temper. Fleur would not be stupid enough to confront him, but she still felt sincerely that Moody's level was not as good as Lind's.

She looked drowsily at Moody spitting on the podium, his magic eye moving nervously.

The next class was History of Magic, and she could skip class openly, because the ghost Professor Binns had a poor memory and would not call out international students by name.

Yes, she was now familiar with life at Hogwarts.

Fleur felt a special shudder at the thought of sneaking out to find Linde to make up lessons.

"Fleur Delacour, I noticed that this is the fourth time you have deserted my class." Moody's eyes were fixed on her. "If you don't want to get an embarrassing result on the final test, , you should get serious, and Defense Against the Dark Arts is exactly what you need."

"Of course, Professor." Fleur nodded.

"What I need is not your attitude, what I want is a review, three feet long, thank you."

She replied expressionlessly: "Yes, Professor."

After class, Fleur cheered up. She felt slightly dizzy as soon as she stood up. She shook her head, yawned, and slowly walked out of the classroom door.

Arriving at the same place again, Lind stood by the window. He did not look back but said, "I remember the last class in the morning was History of Magic. Why don't you go to class?"

"I skipped class. It's okay if I don't take a nutritious class like History of Magic."

Linde smiled and said, "That's right, but you can take a nap in class to replenish your energy."

"No need!" Fleur stretched her limbs easily, stood on tiptoes and spun around twice. She was lighter than a professional ballet dancer. "I'm in good condition now. Let's continue the class."

"You need to rest. Future make-up classes are scheduled on weekends, and you can't take care of both."

"No." Fleur walked to Linde and breathed a sigh of relief, "I can still handle it."

"How many hours did you sleep last night?"

"Two? About three hours, including when you go back to sleep. Just drink some magic potion to refresh yourself."

"Don't push yourself too hard," Linde comforted. "Potions cannot replace the process of hibernation. Take a nap, right here, there is a bed in the corner."

Furong narrowed her eyes and asked with a half-smile, "You invited me to take a nap here?"

Her words had a trembling and charming ending, as if she was gently scratching an itch with her little finger. Her youthful flesh and blood seemed to have an indescribable fragrance, which emanated along with the quiet breathing at this time.

"Lin, do you want to come together?"

Lind turned his head with a disgusted expression.

She suddenly shouted in frustration: "Why do you always throw cold water on me? It's so boring."

"It's not me who pours cold water on you, it's your enthusiasm that's too high."

"Haven't you heard that life is short? In ten days, I will leave. From now on, I will go back to my France, and you will stay at Hogwarts. There is a strait between us."

"Every encounter is the beginning of separation. You should be mentally prepared early." Linde was still so calm.

"So I want to leave a little memory, can't you?"

Young girls are often very smart, but sometimes they are incredibly stupid. Fleur puffed out her chest carelessly, showing off her charming youthful body. The summer wizard robes were secretly modified by these girls, revealing her white calves and tightening her waistline. All of which can make boys swoon.

Linde asked funnyly: "What souvenir do you want to leave behind?"

"Anything is fine, a kiss or something else. I've read books and heard my mother say that I understand everything from birds to cats and dogs to people. What's the big deal about this and that? You just Just take it from me if you need it, right here.”

Fleur couldn't understand what Linde meant when he shook his head. It wasn't disgust or fear. Just like the way he looked at her, the focus never fell on her face, as if he was always looking at another person.

"You're such a bastard," Fleur said in frustration. "A loyal bastard."

"Let's think about how to deal with the game. Before that, you have to get a good sleep."

"..." Fleur was silent for a long time. She has been holding her breath since the second competition ended. This flame pulled a proud person back to the ground, allowing her to endure all the fatigue and anxiety, but this breath also Not endless.

"Lin, do you think I can win? No, don't answer, I know what you want to say. In fact, I understand it too, Harry Potter works harder than me, Klum and Cedric are also very powerful, all Everyone is working hard, and I am not the special one. In this case, it is really impossible to win.

"I'm just a little reluctant, Lin. I came all the way from France. I'm not here to be a foil. I want to leave some memories. Anything is fine."

Furong left, lonely. (End of chapter)